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Konstantin lifted my arm and wrapped his hand around mine. I felt his breath tenderly touching my ear, sending shivers through me. His chest was firm and hot against my back.

I fought the urge to turn in his arms and kiss him. For a second, my mind was all over the place. Taking a slow, deep breath, I calmed my twisting insides and tried to concentrate.

Chapter 10 - Konstantin

Taking hold of her arm and wrapping my hand around hers to steady her hold, I felt my breath catching. Dahlia’s skin was like silk. She seemed to glow, and I could feel the heat she gave off.

The tiny dagger was an ideal fit for her petite hand. “This is called a stiletto dagger,” I whispered as I corrected her hold. “The two tapered edges make it ideal for stabbing.” Stepping back and pointing at the row of practice dummies, I continued. “Take a stab; keep your arm at your side. Walk to the dummy and stab out straight.”

She appeared hesitant at first but walked to the dummy. She glanced back as she stopped before it. “It’s fine, go ahead,” I encouraged her. Dahlia stabbed the dummy. I noticed she didn’t do it with too much enthusiasm. “Are you sure you want to learn?” I asked as she walked back to me.

Dahlia turned her gaze down as she handed me the dagger. “Yes…,” She stood swaying from side to side as she took a deep breath. “I’ve never done something like this,” she added.

This revelation only confirmed my ideas on her innocence. “It’s okay,” I said, placing an arm around her shoulder. “It’s just so you know how. In case you ever get into a sticky situation. It could maybe save your life.”

Kissing her forehead, I placed the small dagger down and grabbed a slightly bigger one. “This one is called a Jambiya, its origin comes from Yemen. It’s better for slicing or slashing but can also be used for stabbing.”

Standing behind her again, I took her hand and wrapped her fingers around the hilt. “We’re going to move it left and right, understand?”

Dahlia nodded as I placed my hands on her hips. “Move your legs slightly apart for better balance.” Once she put them about a foot apart, I tightened my grip and swung her hips. There was a soft gasp as I moved her body. I felt her tighten. “Relax, sugar,” I breathed out over her shoulder.

Her curves fitted perfectly into my hands. It was like they were made for me. Taking a deep breath and trying to clear the cobwebs from my mind wasn’t a good idea. As I inhaled her sensual fragrance, my mind whirled out of control.

I was still swinging her hips left and right when she spoke. “Are we only going to do this for the rest of the day?”

Snapping out of the trace I was in, I stepped back. “No,” I said, walking around her to stand between the dummies. “Come closer.” My heart was racing, and I would rather have been doing other things with her. But I knew the timing wasn’t right.

Dahlia moved to stand before the dummy on my right. It was the same one she stabbed earlier. “If someone attacks you and swings a fist, you can slash at the person's hands. This will surely get them to back off and seek medical attention immediately. In most cases, this won’t kill them.” I said holding out my fist to her. Using a finger from my other hand, I drew a line across my fist.

I continued to speak as I drew a line across the dummy's stomach. “If you slash someone here, you would also cripple them.” Pointing at the neck, the inside of the thighs, and the upper arms, I continued. “These places would most likely kill the person, so try staying away from these.”

Dahlia nodded and watched me intently as I moved to her side. Moving forward, I showed her some easy slash and escape moves. Coming to stand next to the dummy again, I smiled at her. “Now you try,” I said.

She stepped forward, swung at the dummy, and attempted to turn and move away. Her footing was wrong, and she fell forward to the mat. Fortunately, she let go of the dagger as she went down.

“Are you okay?” I asked, kneeling next to her. Dahlia rolled to her back, laughing. I couldn’t help but smile even though my insides were all knotted. “Okay,” I said, standing and holding out my hand. “Let’s try again.”

After assisting her, I knelt in front of her. “You need to move your feet past each other as you turn,” I said glancing up at her as I moved her feet slightly more apart. As I continued, I took hold of her hips, turning them sharply to the right. “As you turn, try using your hips. Twisting them will get the right momentum.”

Dahlia inhaled sharply as I turned her hips. I had to show her a couple more times, but she started getting it. We took a water break after going through the same movements a couple more times.

“Right then,” I said, walking back to the table. “We’ve done the small straight double edge Stiletto, the curved Jambiya. This one is a basic hunting knife.” I said, handing it to her. “This one can be used in many different ways. It can also be used to stab or slash.”

After going through the basic handling tips, I also showed her how to block knife attacks. Using a dummy knife, I pretended to stab at her. She lifted her arms and blocked nicely with one hand and her forearm. I also showed her how to block using her wrists.

As we moved through each block over and over, I couldn’t help but feel every touch. She made my heart race and my insides twist. Her touch was warm and soft. I realized that Ihad to put some distance between us as my desire for her grew uncomfortable.

“Let me show you how to clean and keep your knives sharp,” I said, walking to the table. I pulled out a long, flat bench from under the table and sat down. Patting the surface next to me, I invited her to join me. “Have a seat, sugar.”

After showing her how to wipe the blades down, I turned on the bench facing her. Our eyes locked, and I couldn’t resist anymore. Leaning forward, I felt her breath touching my lips. They barely grazed when she pulled back and stood up.

“I’m feeling a bit tired. Can you take me home, please?” Dahlia breathed out as she headed for the door.

Looking down at the bench, I took a slow, deep breath, feeling my mood fall. “Sure,” I said, standing and following her out.

The trip home went quickly. “Thank you for today,” she said as we walked into the mansion.

“No problem, tomorrow I’ll teach you about guns if you want,” I said as she headed upstairs.

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