Page 11 of Lethal Game

Her back went rigid, but she still answered him. “It’s a blood disorder.”

Hmm, not a lot of help there. Her flat expression did not invite further questions. “There are a couple things I could show you right now that could help if someone ever grabs you like that moron did.”

Her jaw dropped. “Really?”

“Moves every woman should know.”

She tilted her head to one side. “I’d have to get permission—”

He cut her off. “Nah, we don’t need to go to a gym or anything. I can show you right here. If it’s safe for you. Is it?”

“Does it involve me punching boards or getting tackled?

“No, I will have to put my hands on you, but no hits, kicks, or strikes. I want to teach you what to do.”

She paused, a tiny frown pinching her brows together. “Okay. Show me.”

He stood and moved to the middle of the room, which gave him about five feet of space on all sides. “What you want to do is make whoever has a hold of you let go. That close, neither one of you has a lot of leverage or room for a powerful punch or kick, so whatever you do, it’s got to count. There are three or four top spots you want to aim for.”

“The testicles,” she said right away.

“Yes, but sometimes that pain takes a second or two to register. The kneecap and the toes are equally accessible and hurt like a son of a bitch immediately.” He waved his hands at her to come at him. “Go through the motions.”

“Right now?”

“Yeah, now, so if you really have to do it, you won’t hesitate.”

She shrugged and pretended to knee him, kick his kneecap and stomp on his foot.

“Good, now,” he said turning her around and wrapping his arms around her from behind. Her breasts were a tempting warm weight against his arms, her butt cradling him made his cock take notice. Desire curled in his belly, but the memory of the moron assaulting her tamped it down. Teaching her to defend herself was more important. “What are you going to do to get away?” he growled into her ear.

She wiggled experimentally, but he kept his grip on her, which was difficult to do and keep the rising erection in his pants away from her. “I don’t know.”

“Lean forward,” he said into her ear. “Shove your butt back. That’ll give you some space between us.”

She did that.

“Now kick my kneecap with your heel or stomp on my foot. Go through the motions.”

She delivered a slow-mo mule kick to his knee.

“That move hurts. It’ll make it easier for you to get away. If your attacker is still hanging on to you, extend your arms, link your hands into one fist then rotate your arms to break his hold.”

She followed his instructions and freed herself.

She spun around, looking surprised. “You let go.”

He grinned. “Nope. You incapacitated me and broke my hold. Let’s do it again a little faster.”

Excitement changed her face, made her seem younger. She didn’t hesitate, turning to present her back to him.

He wrapped her in his arms again and said, “Do it.”

“Sergeant,” a voice barked. “Take your hands off her.”

Con released her and was three feet away before Colonel Maximillian was finished yelling.

“This is unacceptable. No, it’s reprehensible behavior,” the colonel continued. “Take a seat in my office until the MPs arrive.” He turned to Sophia. “Sophia, I’m sure you’ll want to press charges for—”

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