Page 31 of Mob Princess

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Bonnie

I watched him charge me,and I moved out of the way. I spun around on my feet and ducked down before aiming for his legs. I took them out from beneath him, and he fell on top of me. When I felt his hands scramble for my ankles, I rolled him over, kicking him in the chin.

“Fuck,” he growled.

I spread his legs with my body by leaning back and tumbled away from him. I stood up and watched him stumble onto his feet before I charged him again. I wanted him to know I wasn’t helpless. I wanted him to know I wasn’t less capable than him. I wanted him to know I could defend myself, even if I had just a few seconds to see the person coming.

Part of me hoped this would morph into something a bit more personal. “Come on. That all you got, big boy?” I asked.

He chuckled. “Cute. But it won’t save you during something like this.”

He ducked down and charged me, to which I crouched to his level. He swiped his long-ass leg and took me to the ground. He scrambled on top of me, and we began to wrestle, tumbling around the living room. And while he had the upper hand sometimes, I managed to wiggle away and get on top of him.

Before he’d roll me over into something else.

“I have to admit,” he grunted. “You’re pretty good.”

I rolled him over, pinning him down. “You aren’t so bad yourself.”

He kicked me over his head, pinning me on my stomach. “But I’m better. And you’re shit when it comes to surprise scenarios.”

I slammed my head against his nose. “I can outlast you anytime. Anywhere.”

He groaned as he rolled off me.

I scrambled to get on top of him. “Awww, poor boy hurt his nose?”

His eyes flashed with anger. “Now, it’s on.”

I smiled. “Bring it, hot stuff.”

We kept tumbling around and knocking into tables as vases crashed to the ground. Water and glass and flower petals splattered everywhere as I scrambled to my feet. I slid across the floor and whipped around. I saw him charge me before I ducked down. I knocked him off his feet with my shoulder and watched him go tumbling.

He was quick to get up and he scooped me into his arms.

“Israel,” I exclaimed.

“Most men will be big enough to pick you up. What do you do now?”

I really had no idea. Part of me didn’t even want him to let me go. “Put me down.”

He pinned me against the windows. “Now, Bonnie.” His voice was low and husky against my throat. “What do you do?”

With my legs spread around him, and my wrists pinned above my head, I felt the heat of his breath panting against my lips. I locked my legs around his waist as I ran my fingertips against the top of his hands. I gazed into his eyes.

Something shifted in his gaze as he pressed closer to me.

“What now, Israel?” I asked softly.

And just as his lips hovered over my own, I heard a vibration sound out.

“Don’t get it,” I whispered.

“I have to.”

“Just be here with me. That’s all I want.”

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