Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Change there,” Damon said. “No one is here to see you or take pictures.”
“You’re here.”
“And I won’t look.”
She didn’t want to be out of her large clothes that swamped her body, but now was not the time to fight him.
Without looking at him, she put the clothes down and did a quick swap, changing into the gym gear. The shirt wasn’t as fitted, which she was thankful for. The yoga pants and bralette fit like a second skin.
She appreciated the shirt she could slip right on over the top.
Damon was already on the mat when she finished, and she didn’t want to join him, but she had no choice. There was nowhere for her to run to.
Damon looked at her, and she stared back at him.
What was going on?
His gaze ran up and down her body, but he wasn’t looking at her like a woman, but as an opponent. Her mother’s guards had taught her to assess body language, including the way someone looked at her as well. The key to survival was being able to read each situation. To know how best to fight.
She didn’t want to fight Damon.
He charged at her, and Milah had two choices, allow him to hit her or to attack. She tried not to respond, but it was instinct. She didn’t like pain, so she blocked his hit. He came at her from the side. She ducked down and thrust her leg up, connecting with his stomach, and he pushed back.
Damon chuckled. “So you are trained.”
She stood up and folded her arms, keeping him within her sight. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“They said that you moved like you had some training. Not like a panicked woman. The way you fight, you know what you’re doing.”
“Your men clearly lie to you. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”
Damon moved fast, and Milah tried to react like someone who hadn’t been trained, but Damon didn’t give up. There was only so much evading she could do.
When he nearly punched her in the face, Milah had no choice. She attacked, spinning around, jabbing his ribs with her elbow, and then hitting him in the face.
She spun around, and this time, she attacked him.
Her mother had told her to defend herself. To never show what she could do, but with Damon right now, she was tired of him. Once she went on the attack, Damon had no choice but to defend. As she took him by surprise with her actions, he also tried not to hurt her.
Damon was treating her like a girl.
It wasn’t long before she straddled his waist, with her hands locked around his neck. “If I had a knife right now, you would be dead.”
She gasped as he grabbed her hips and moved so that she felt the hardness of his erection. His grip was too tight. She couldn’t move away from him, and he knew it.
His chuckle made her angry.
“And you, my little kitten, have some of the sexiest claws I have ever had the pleasure of feeling.”
She tried to get up, but Damon used her annoyance against her, spinning them around so she was flat on her back. “Get off me.”
“Who trained you?”
“That is none of your business.” She had fallen into his trap and now, she had to find a means of escape before he fucked everything up.
Damon grabbed her hands and pressed them to either side of her head. With her legs spread open, there was no getting away from his hardness. She hated that the feel of him made her feel warm. “Let me go.”
“Not going to happen.” He smiled. “Why would I let you go now when I know so much already?”
She gritted her teeth.
“Who trained you?”
He pressed his lips to her ear. “Do you think I won’t find out? I wonder what your father will say when he finds out that his daughter can fight.”
Her mother’s guards were still alive. She couldn’t allow anything to happen to them.
Fuck.
He’d pushed her into a corner, and she’d fallen for it. If she hadn’t reacted at all, he wouldn’t have the upper hand.
“My mom taught me!” she yelled. She closed her eyes, hating how easily he had manipulated her.
“Your mom?”
“My mom’s guards.” She opened her eyes and stared at him, glaring, defiant. “She knew this world wasn’t fair to women. To help, she … she made sure that her only daughter knew how to fight. How to take care of herself, and so she trained me. Without my father ever knowing. She got her men to teach me everything I know, which is why I know how to fight.”
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Damon had no intention of ever telling Russo what he knew about his daughter. His only mission when it came to that man was to bring him down, begging and pleading for his life.