Page 62 of Cruel Proposal
"Well, we're going to fix that, but you need to stay the hell away from Robert. I'm serious."
"I know. I just don't have anyone to talk to, and I feel like I'm going insane."
"We're going to fight until you feel like you're in control again, then."
He grins and slides off his jacket, tossing it to the side. Without warning, he comes at me swinging.
I start sparring with him, punching and ducking, trying to use my size as a positive, slipping under his arms and getting out of the way as much as possible.
Hector gives one tip after another as we fight, but it still feels like I'm losing.
My clothing sticks to me, sweat dripping down my face. I suck in a sharp breath after a particularly hard hit to my ribs. It hurts, but it's nothing I can't handle.
Hector uses my hesitation to tackle me to the ground.
"Am I interrupting something here?" Noah walks into the gym, already in a pair of shorts, his shirt missing.
Inky tattoos cover his skin, his muscles flexing and making the designs look like they're dancing.
Noah arches an eyebrow as he gets closer, setting his water bottle to the side.
Hector gets up. "She sucks at fighting. Needs more training if she's going to be able to hold her own. Found Robert in here."
Noah's gaze snaps to me as I get up. "Did he touch you?"
"I got in a couple of shots too." I smile, hoping it'll ease some of the fury in his eyes.
It doesn't.
Noah turns to Hector. "Remind him that he's not to touch her."
Hector nods and leaves the gym without another word, the door swinging shut behind him.
Noah turns to me, his gaze raking up and down my body, lingering on the way my sports bra pushes my boobs up.
A slow smile pulls at the corners of his lips before he's on me in a second, pinning me back against the wall, his arms a cage on either side of my body.
"So, you're not good at fighting, are you?"
I knee him in the balls, and he leans into me, his forehead landing on my shoulder as he lets out a labored breath.
"How's that for fighting?"
"Dirty." He smirks against my skin, his lips brushing against my collarbone and climbing higher up the side of my neck.
His teeth graze my jaw, and my breath hitches.
I slip my hands up his chest, ready to push him back a step. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I don't know." His teeth brush against my pulse, making it jump. "What do you think I'm doing?"
I hook my foot behind his heel, pushing him back.
He's sprawling on the floor, and I take off running, knowing this isn't going to end well.
The thrill of it all has arousal soaking me as he chuckles, his footsteps pounding on the ground, his reflection flashing through the mirrors as he chases after me.
Hands grip my hips, and he hauls me back, spinning me around and knocking my legs out from under me.
