Page 53 of Vicious Sentiments

He comes up behind me and presses his bare chest against my back. It’s solid in all the right places and warm through the fabric of my shirt. I lick my lips, trying to quell the salivating.Dangerousdoesn’t seem to be getting through to me.

He wraps his arms around me, pinning mine against my sides. Great. I walked right into this one. Is he going to pick me up and throw me?

“Now, get free,” he says.

Surprised, I push my arms out a little but his grip tightens.

“I can’t,” I say.

“You can.”

“Ugh.” I push harder, wiggling in his grip, but it’s useless. He just commented on how I’m pathetic and that I don’t have any muscle. Does he just want to beat the point in?

“Why are you trying to fight me with strength? You know I’m stronger than you, right?”

I go slack. “Of course, I know you are stronger than me. Hence, why I’m stuck.”

“Wrong.”

He drops his arms and I spin around, suspicious, but I’m looking at his back. Covered in more tattoos, one of which is the silhouette of a woman’s face. It’s too realistic to be generic, and very beautiful. Madison maybe?

“Wrap your arms around me. Unless you’re afraid of a little sweat.”

I stop focusing on the tattoo. “What are we even doing?”

“I’m going to show you how to escape when you need to.” He looks over his shoulder. “Unless you prefer to be a victim.”

I’ve never thought of myself as a victim. I just think everyone else is a predator.

I stand up on my tippy toes and reach my arms around him. I try to lock them over his chest but I can’t even touch my fingers.

He sighs. Good to know he has that in common with Julian. I drop my arms.

“No. Come on. Just hold them there.”

With a huff I try again.

“Alright. Keep your arms there and pretend you’re stronger than me.”

I snort.

“Attractive,” he drawls.

“That’s the point,” I snap.

He then leans down and drives an elbow into my rib.

“Ow. Fuck.” I let go and rub the spot. I’m being dramatic though. He didn’t put any pressure behind it, but it was still pointy. And at least it’s not my sore rib.

“Why did you let go?” he complains.

“You got me.”

“No. You think if you elbow me I’m gonna let go?” He quickly whips me around and grabs me from behind.

Once again, I’m stuck.

“Elbow me. Come on. Give it all you got.”

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