moment before he
attacked. He grabbed my arm, spun and bent me forward so he could press his
erection against my backside. He grabbed the back of my neck and held me
immobile. What would it feel like to have his cocking pushing inside in this
position? Would he be gentle or rough?
“Don’t let him distract you,” Micah said. “He’s nothing but
a big pussy cat.”
I shook my head, couldn’t think beyond wanting—no
needing—Dante to push me to the ground and have his wicked way with me. Instead
of dropping to my knees, I caught my breath and tried to break free. I shoved
back with my ass. Behind me, Dante hissed. The second he loosened his hold, I
turned. I wrapped my hand around the top of his arm, fingers not nearly closing
around the muscle. Instinct took over from there. My movements were fast and
strong. Stepping in close, I shoved my knee into his groin. The moment his head
dipped to mine, I went for a nose strike.
Something crunched. I looked up in horror as a fountain of
dark-red blood streamed from Dante’s nose, down his chin and cascaded along his
chest.
The rusty smell hit me and everything else faded from there.
The room spun. My ears rang. I broke out in a cold sweat. The blood drained
from my head and my vision narrowed to nothing. One minute I was standing, the
next my eyes were fluttering open and Dante was looking down at me in concern.
His nose was red, swollen and thankfully no longer dripping.
“You all right, babe?” he asked.
Pulsing jets of pain rushed through my forehead, and I
lifted a hand to apply pressure. Nausea churned in my stomach. “Shouldn’t I be
asking you that?” I asked in a groggy murmur.
“Already healing but you, my little warrior princess, hit
your head when you dropped to the ground.”
“I didn’t mean to hit you so hard.”
“I should’ve been able to block you. I didn’t expect you to
get all she-woman on my ass and kick my butt. Broken nose aside, you were hella
hot.”
“I broke it?” I grabbed the hand he held down to me. He
hoisted me to my feet and the room spun.
“What in the hell did you do to my sister?” Ella said as she
stormed in the room and threw down the weapons bag she held.
Micah was at her side in a second, his fingers lacing with
hers. He pulled her to stop before she could reach us.
“Me?” Dante said. “She broke my nose.”
I rested my throbbing head against his chest and sagged
against him. I felt too horrible to revel in the fact I’d gotten the drop on
him. He took my weight without question.
“Maybe Ella was right. No amount of self-defense is going to
help me when I draw blood then pass out at my attacker’s feet.”
Micah scratched a hand over his jaw. “She’s got a point.”
Ella, jaw tight and eyes narrowed, tapped her foot on the
floor. “Which is why she never learned and why I said this was a bad idea.”
Dante shook his head. “Can’t shelter her forever. You ever
see a therapist to help you get over the phobia?”
I shook my head and the motion hurt. “I don’t believe in
therapy. I’ve read the textbooks, I know the problem. Did you know fifteen
percent of the population faints at the sight of blood? It’s called a vasovagal
response.”
Half of his mouth quirked up. “I didn’t know that, not until
now.” He brushed his lips across my forehead. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.
I’m taking you out on a date tonight.”
I perked up. “Really?”
He pressed his lips against mine, pulled away. “Really. I’m
going to run home and get changed, I’ll be back in an hour to pick you up.” He
pressed the tip of his nose against mine, rubbed it back and forth.
“Ella, please tell me we don’t look that pathetic,” Micah
said in mock-disgust.
I grinned and pressed my face against Dante’s chest. Hand in
hand, we walked into the hall, down a flight of stairs and then hooked a left.
He dropped me off at my bedroom and laid a smoldering, toe-curling kiss on me
before he sauntered
attacked. He grabbed my arm, spun and bent me forward so he could press his
erection against my backside. He grabbed the back of my neck and held me
immobile. What would it feel like to have his cocking pushing inside in this
position? Would he be gentle or rough?
“Don’t let him distract you,” Micah said. “He’s nothing but
a big pussy cat.”
I shook my head, couldn’t think beyond wanting—no
needing—Dante to push me to the ground and have his wicked way with me. Instead
of dropping to my knees, I caught my breath and tried to break free. I shoved
back with my ass. Behind me, Dante hissed. The second he loosened his hold, I
turned. I wrapped my hand around the top of his arm, fingers not nearly closing
around the muscle. Instinct took over from there. My movements were fast and
strong. Stepping in close, I shoved my knee into his groin. The moment his head
dipped to mine, I went for a nose strike.
Something crunched. I looked up in horror as a fountain of
dark-red blood streamed from Dante’s nose, down his chin and cascaded along his
chest.
The rusty smell hit me and everything else faded from there.
The room spun. My ears rang. I broke out in a cold sweat. The blood drained
from my head and my vision narrowed to nothing. One minute I was standing, the
next my eyes were fluttering open and Dante was looking down at me in concern.
His nose was red, swollen and thankfully no longer dripping.
“You all right, babe?” he asked.
Pulsing jets of pain rushed through my forehead, and I
lifted a hand to apply pressure. Nausea churned in my stomach. “Shouldn’t I be
asking you that?” I asked in a groggy murmur.
“Already healing but you, my little warrior princess, hit
your head when you dropped to the ground.”
“I didn’t mean to hit you so hard.”
“I should’ve been able to block you. I didn’t expect you to
get all she-woman on my ass and kick my butt. Broken nose aside, you were hella
hot.”
“I broke it?” I grabbed the hand he held down to me. He
hoisted me to my feet and the room spun.
“What in the hell did you do to my sister?” Ella said as she
stormed in the room and threw down the weapons bag she held.
Micah was at her side in a second, his fingers lacing with
hers. He pulled her to stop before she could reach us.
“Me?” Dante said. “She broke my nose.”
I rested my throbbing head against his chest and sagged
against him. I felt too horrible to revel in the fact I’d gotten the drop on
him. He took my weight without question.
“Maybe Ella was right. No amount of self-defense is going to
help me when I draw blood then pass out at my attacker’s feet.”
Micah scratched a hand over his jaw. “She’s got a point.”
Ella, jaw tight and eyes narrowed, tapped her foot on the
floor. “Which is why she never learned and why I said this was a bad idea.”
Dante shook his head. “Can’t shelter her forever. You ever
see a therapist to help you get over the phobia?”
I shook my head and the motion hurt. “I don’t believe in
therapy. I’ve read the textbooks, I know the problem. Did you know fifteen
percent of the population faints at the sight of blood? It’s called a vasovagal
response.”
Half of his mouth quirked up. “I didn’t know that, not until
now.” He brushed his lips across my forehead. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.
I’m taking you out on a date tonight.”
I perked up. “Really?”
He pressed his lips against mine, pulled away. “Really. I’m
going to run home and get changed, I’ll be back in an hour to pick you up.” He
pressed the tip of his nose against mine, rubbed it back and forth.
“Ella, please tell me we don’t look that pathetic,” Micah
said in mock-disgust.
I grinned and pressed my face against Dante’s chest. Hand in
hand, we walked into the hall, down a flight of stairs and then hooked a left.
He dropped me off at my bedroom and laid a smoldering, toe-curling kiss on me
before he sauntered
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