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copied her mission files just until the debrief happened, so she could review any footage she’d taken in prep for it. Not everyone bothered, but she liked to go the extra mile since she hadn’t scored the highest in her recall classes and going over video surveillance tended to pique her memory.
“We’re a little past that point, darlin’,” he said, a dangerous lilt in his voice that made her decide she wasn’t giving him another inch of benefit. Her eyes rolled as she looked for anything close enough to use as a weapon, and she suppressed a shiver when everything remotely useful was out of reach. All she had was her body, and his strength vastly outmatched her own. “If we gotta do this the hard way, the hard way it is.” He kneed her thighs apart roughly and pinned her heavily into the kitchen counter. The tile’s edge bit into her stomach and all the air left her lungs. She strained to breathe as his hand worked around to the front of her jeans.
“What the fuck,” she gasped out as he flicked open the button there and unzipped them. His hand dug inside her pants and then yanked them down. Daria cried out and bucked against him as her jeans slid down her thighs to catch on her knees. “Fuck! Russi, you asshole.” She strained and jerked in his arms, lifting her foot up to try and kick at him. He had to reach down and grab at her thigh, his nails digging in her skin.
“Keep fighting, I like it,” his words were dark, husky with lust and fear bolted right to her stomach. She cried out and then screamed when his hand slid into the waistband of her underwear.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“I’m gonna kick your ass,” Daria choked out through clenched teeth as his fingers scraped over her skin. Hot tears were welling up in her eyes and she willed them not to spill over. She wasn’t going to cry, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her hurt like that.
“Not likely, you’re too slow,” his voice was like oil creeping down her skin, and she felt a rise of bile in the back of her throat as his hand slid over her thigh. “Who do you think inspired them to augment Nicolai? I was the first of our kind, he’s just a damn copy. There’s nowhere you can run that I can’t beat you to.”
She inhaled when his fingers curved around the front of her thigh, thumb sliding along the her bikini line and anger flared in her belly. His head was close behind hers this time, and he’d let up on her neck in order to search her. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the pain, then slammed her head back hard, catching him right between his eyes.
He cursed and his hand loosened on her wrists for a split second, but it was enough for her to twist out of his grip. She stumbled sideways, her legs catching on her jeans as she tumbled to the floor hard. He was after her in a moment, crashing to the floor and grabbing onto her hips. Daria shrieked, kicking out, her foot catching him across the chin.
Russi grunted in pain, his fingers digging deep into her skin as he yanked her backwards. Absently she felt something warm dripping on her legs, and when she looked back she realized it was his blood, she’d broken his nose. Seeing the red on his face galvanized her, adrenaline flooding her system as she scrambled across the floor. There was a thundering noise in the distance, and just as she was feet from the door, he grabbed her by the ankle and yanked her back. Her skin scraped over the floor as she was dragged and she screamed.
Daria reached out, flailing one hand and wrapped her fingers around the handle of one of her kitchen drawers. She yanked hard, pulling it right out and swung it backwards with a grunt. Utensils scattered everywhere, hitting her arm and her back, but she caught Russi by surprise right across the face with the sharp corner of the wooden drawer. He let out a roar and went to launch himself at her.
She rolled to the side as he came down on top of her, his body crushing hers into the floor. Her
“We’re a little past that point, darlin’,” he said, a dangerous lilt in his voice that made her decide she wasn’t giving him another inch of benefit. Her eyes rolled as she looked for anything close enough to use as a weapon, and she suppressed a shiver when everything remotely useful was out of reach. All she had was her body, and his strength vastly outmatched her own. “If we gotta do this the hard way, the hard way it is.” He kneed her thighs apart roughly and pinned her heavily into the kitchen counter. The tile’s edge bit into her stomach and all the air left her lungs. She strained to breathe as his hand worked around to the front of her jeans.
“What the fuck,” she gasped out as he flicked open the button there and unzipped them. His hand dug inside her pants and then yanked them down. Daria cried out and bucked against him as her jeans slid down her thighs to catch on her knees. “Fuck! Russi, you asshole.” She strained and jerked in his arms, lifting her foot up to try and kick at him. He had to reach down and grab at her thigh, his nails digging in her skin.
“Keep fighting, I like it,” his words were dark, husky with lust and fear bolted right to her stomach. She cried out and then screamed when his hand slid into the waistband of her underwear.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“I’m gonna kick your ass,” Daria choked out through clenched teeth as his fingers scraped over her skin. Hot tears were welling up in her eyes and she willed them not to spill over. She wasn’t going to cry, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her hurt like that.
“Not likely, you’re too slow,” his voice was like oil creeping down her skin, and she felt a rise of bile in the back of her throat as his hand slid over her thigh. “Who do you think inspired them to augment Nicolai? I was the first of our kind, he’s just a damn copy. There’s nowhere you can run that I can’t beat you to.”
She inhaled when his fingers curved around the front of her thigh, thumb sliding along the her bikini line and anger flared in her belly. His head was close behind hers this time, and he’d let up on her neck in order to search her. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the pain, then slammed her head back hard, catching him right between his eyes.
He cursed and his hand loosened on her wrists for a split second, but it was enough for her to twist out of his grip. She stumbled sideways, her legs catching on her jeans as she tumbled to the floor hard. He was after her in a moment, crashing to the floor and grabbing onto her hips. Daria shrieked, kicking out, her foot catching him across the chin.
Russi grunted in pain, his fingers digging deep into her skin as he yanked her backwards. Absently she felt something warm dripping on her legs, and when she looked back she realized it was his blood, she’d broken his nose. Seeing the red on his face galvanized her, adrenaline flooding her system as she scrambled across the floor. There was a thundering noise in the distance, and just as she was feet from the door, he grabbed her by the ankle and yanked her back. Her skin scraped over the floor as she was dragged and she screamed.
Daria reached out, flailing one hand and wrapped her fingers around the handle of one of her kitchen drawers. She yanked hard, pulling it right out and swung it backwards with a grunt. Utensils scattered everywhere, hitting her arm and her back, but she caught Russi by surprise right across the face with the sharp corner of the wooden drawer. He let out a roar and went to launch himself at her.
She rolled to the side as he came down on top of her, his body crushing hers into the floor. Her
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