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My body instantly responded to the raspy threat, my desire now deeply ingrained with being restrained and taken, it would seem. I shoved back into Lachlan, trying to gain some control of the situation, but the feel of his stiff cock pressed up against my ass had me hard.

“Not even going to try?” he said, his breath on my neck causing me to shiver.

For a second, I forgot what he was referring to, because my body had a mind of its own, but then I realized that wasn’t going to prove my point. To show him that I wasn’t helpless.

Even though when it came to wanting him inside me, he might be right.

I angled my neck to the side, wanting his mouth to follow so I could catch him off guard, and when he did just that, I ducked down fast to get out of his hold.

Or should I saytried, because Lachlan’s hold on me was unrelenting, and I didn’t get farther than a few inches.

“Really, Cooper? That’s all you’ve got?”

It sounded like he was disappointed, like he was hoping I’d fight him back, and that fueled my adrenaline.

Helpless, my ass.

With all my might, I pushed out of his arms and turned around to face him.

That was a mistake. Seeing him looking the way he did, so sweaty and sexy, had me wanting to run toward him instead of away.

He began to slowly circle the edge of the mat. Like he was stalking me, waiting for the right moment to attack.

But then he stopped, lifted his arm, and beckoned me.

Lachlan wantedmeto attack.

Oh shit.

I looked him over, trying to find a weak spot, but that was impossible. The man didn’t have any. He was primed and ready, all muscle and fierce, unforgiving strength. I was only able to get away before because he let me, and now he wanted me to throw myself at his mercy?

No problem. I was nothing if not reckless.

I shoved my sleeves up my arms and readied myself for the attack. Game on.

Letting him get his arms around me would be a problem, so I decided to aim lower. I wasn’t a fighter, but I’d love to knock Lachlan on his ass just to prove I could.

Rushing him, I aimed for his legs to push him off balance, but I only managed to make him lose a few inches, as he stayed upright.

Goddamn, what was he, a brick wall?

Jerking back, already breathing hard at the effort, I was pondering my next move when Lachlan leapt toward me. I immediately took several steps back, but it was a fake-out, and he smirked.

That reaction pissed me off.

Jaw clenched, I ran toward him and shoved him back with both hands as hard as I could, and he braced himself against me with his forearm. I charged him again and again, each time at a different angle, trying to find any way I could to tackle his ass. He easily batted me away the first few times, but I was unrelenting, and soon, we were sparring. His sweat-slicked skin fucked me up, not giving me anything to hold on to.

“That’s it,” Lachlan growled when I managed to land an elbow to his side to wrestle out of his hold. He caught me again easily.

“Fuck you.” The words ripped out of me in frustration, and I tried one last time to get him on the ground. I almost had him when suddenly, my feet were kicked out from beneath me and I was airborne.

The next thing I knew, I felt strong arms beneath me seconds before my back hit the mat, and then Lachlan was all I could see, standing over me and looking down with a hungry, victorious expression darkening his gaze.

And somehow, I couldn’t even be mad about it.

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LACHLAN

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