Page 7 of Animal Instincts

“Let me get dressed.”

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

He nodded and looked behind him. Hayden said in a lower

voice, “She’s been with half the guys here, but I think I was hard-up for a little action. Now my dick won’t even get hard for her?—”

“Hayden, too much info, seriously.”

Hayden started chucking. “Yeah, sorry about that. Give me a few minutes.”

She nodded, and he shut the door. She looked at the asshole again, who was now watching at her with this blank expression on his

face. Danika ignored him and went into the bathroom. When the door was shut behind her she glanced at the bathroom and realized a man definitely lived her alone.

It was filthy, with a ring of mold around the bathtub, dust in the corners of the floor, and the toilet seat up and showing a collection of film she didn’t even want to try to guess what it was made of.

“Peeing can wait until I get home,” she said under her breath and turned to the left to look at her reflection. Her light auburn hair was in a low ponytail, and her light brown eyes had these gorgeous dark circles under them.

Maybe she shouldn’t have worn the top and skirt she’d decided on?

She wasn’t considered a “small girl” by society’s definition, but she loved every inch of her body. Still, right now she looked a wreck.

She lifted her hand and ran a finger along the bridge of her nose, tracing the light sprinkling of freckles on her skin. She’d hated them when growing up, even tried using lemon juice to lighten them. But she looked just like her mother, and now that she was older she liked all the things she used to hate about herself.

She may not remember her mom, but her father had told her enough about her mom, Frannie. He told her stories about how she’d always sung to Danika before bed, and how much she loved her, and Danika felt like she did remember her mom, who had died too young.

The doorknob turned, and before she could say someone was in the bathroom the door was opening and the douche that had insulted her just a few moments before walked in.

“Hey, what in the hell are you doing?”

He used his much bigger body to push her further back into the bathroom. The back of her legs bumped into the bathtub, stopping her retreat.

“Get the hell out of here, or I swear to God I’ll kick your nuts so far up you’ll choke on them.”

He hissed out a curse, and before she knew what was happening he had his hand on her throat, and had her turned so her back was now pressed to the wall. “You stupid fucking cunt,” he said in a low voice, his anger clear.

She brought her leg up, trying to kick him in the crotch, but even as drunk as he was he blocked her assault,

and wedged his knee between her thighs. Lifting his leg up and pressing his knee to her body, she struggled. She should not have worn the skirt, because it now gave him this unobstructed access to her.

Danika opened her mouth to scream, but he slapped her across the face. The instant feeling of her lip splitting, and themetallic flavor of her blood in her mouth had her spitting in the fucker’s face.

“You stupid bitch,” he hissed out again, and when he used one of his hands to wipe the blood and saliva from his cheek she felt the small gap in his hold that allowed her to use her martial arts training to get the upper hand.

Bringing her arm up, she was able to punch him in the throat hard enough that he gasped out and moved back a step. The bathroom was tiny, and the small confines would make trying to get out of this difficult.

She might have two years of Tae Kwon Do training, but in the grand scheme of things it wasn’t enough to make her an expert in the least, especially when this drunken fool outweighed her by at least fifty pounds.

She also wasn’t stupid, and so while he was trying to suck in air she turned, about to leave the bathroom and get out of this fucking house.

He grabbed her hair as soon as she had her hand on the doorknob, and yanked her backward. She cried out from the sudden pain and fell into his body.

“I’m going to enjoy this, bitch,” he said in a low voice right by her ear.

She slammed her head back against his face, twisted in his arms like she’d been taught in training, and went to push him back, but before she got to the latter the bathroom door opened and Hayden stood there.

“I heard you shout...” Hayden said, but his words trailed off as he looked at her face, and clearly saw the busted lip she sported. Danika felt the blood drip onto her chin, but just wanted out of here and didn’t bother cleaning it off with her shirtsleeve.

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