Page 96 of Never Die for a Sinner
I wince, sputtering from the impact, and collapse there, accepting defeat.
“Get up.”
“Get a life.”
“That’s rich coming from the maid.” He leans over me, his face upside down over mine, and I glare up at him.
“So, how the hell am I supposed to fight them off? Magic? Some Harry Potter shit?”
He holds out his hand to me. I choose to stand on my own. I don’t need his help.
“You’re small. You can move faster. Move in ways they can’t.”
“The bigger they are, the harder they fall,” I mock. He can’t honestly believe that.
“Size is nothing but a different set of steps, Ava. If you allow it to, your helplessness will control you.”
“Noted,” I huff, and he starts to stalk me again.
I don’t like it when he does this.
“Why are you even bothering to teach me anything? I thought I was just here until you were done using me?”
“Can’t very well fuck you if you’re dead, now can I?”
God, he’s an even bigger dick than I originally thought.
“And to think I was starting to believe you actually liked me.”
He smirks . . . and then he kicks my legs out from under me.
God, I hate him.
“You’re a walking canker sore,” I grumble, and a spark of amusement lights his gaze.
“I’m not the one on the dirty gym floor, now am I?”
“Don’t let Magdalene hear you say that. She’ll put a hex on you.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” He holds out a hand to me, and this time, I take it, allowing him to pull me to my feet.
And pull my front into his.
It’s a mistake because the moment we’re in each other’s space, it’s like all the air gets sucked out of the room. My heart beats faster—not that it wasn’t already racing. My mouth runs dry at the scent of him around me. My head gets foggy.
And then I have an idea.
He looks down at me, studying me when I place my hand on his stomach to right myself. His very muscular stomach with abs that I may have dreamed of last night, might I add.
I allow my touch to linger for a moment, my tongue darting out to lick his lips, and his expression darkens. His gaze slips down over my body, and my blood heats in my veins.
Then, I swipe his legs out from under him.
“Take that, asshole,” I cheer the moment he hits the ground, but before I can dart away, he’s got me around the waist and is hauling me down to the rubber mat beneath him.
Okay, I fucked up.
I let out a yelp that dissolves into a laugh when I land, rolling over and attempting to scurry away. His big body crowds over mine, his length pressing against my leg through my shorts. Something hot slips into my core, but before I can register it, he’s gripping my hips and hauling me back to him.
