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his head.

"Not calling you a liar." He watched her blink.

"So you believe me." Shifting, she clumsily hit into his knees

making them both jump then settle into a staring match.

"I do. Did you go into the warehouse and see anything else?" He

brushed his knee into her, making her shiver.

"No. I never got past the door when you scared the hell out of me.

Why didn't you ask me then?" Gillian tried swallowing but her throat

felt tight.

His lips stayed together.

"You aren't going to tell me, are you?" Fuming, she leaned in to

make him move this time if he wanted to keep watching her face.

Patryk shook his head, but kept her in view.

"What if I make you?" This was her place, darn it.

"Be very careful. Bandying about threats without the ability to

back them up will get you in trouble. Be sure you know what you

want." He put his hand out to push on her stomach and keep her at

bay.

His heat scorched her through the whisper thin top she had on.

Why had he followed her, and where was Sebastian? Gillian panted as

feverish sparks radiated outwards from his palm, making her sweat

between her legs and squirm against the tightness of her jeans. "What

if I do?"

"There are dangerous repercussions to any action. You sure you

want to see where the path of the warrior leads? I can walk out of here

right now and never see you again, make sure Sebastian never sees

you again." He slipped his hand a bit lower, getting near the

waistband of her jeans.

Gillian shuddered on hearing Sebastian's name.

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"If you want to be predator not prey, you're going to have to keep

those emotions in check. Can't let them see you quake or you're done

for." Patryk pinched her smooth stomach between his fingers then

rubbed the redness with his thumb.

Gillian steeled her breath then let it go. "How did you know what I

was trying to do?" Why did he know what she was thinking before she

did? It was beyond creepy. Guys were supposed to be clueless lap

dogs that were around for the petting and treats not psychoanalysis.

"I once was a cub learning the ropes. You got to work on your

style, but you'll get it, if you want, if you're ready to bruise a half-

million times. You sure you want to take on the big game?" He

clamped his legs around her, making her teeter and reach out for his

shoulders to avoid falling into his face.

Gillian hissed.

"Use your diaphragm more for the hissing and I might believe it,

but as it is, you have no follow through power. You've used up all

your air already." Patryk's chest rumbled but there was a frown on his

face that made his eyebrows press together into a solid line.

Not being able to knee him in the groin which her roiling anger

intending on doing, she raised her hand to hit the annoying lips that

still looked provocative as they made fun of her.

Patryk grabbed her hand before it contacted him in a slap.

Gillian watched his eyes twitch, scanning her for any sign of

movement. Whatever part of her limbs she tried to move he

counteracted as if he knew where her body would be before it got

there. Her heart sped up, hitting into her rib cage with deafening

blows.

If she tore her eyes from him and backed down, she sensed it would

be over but she refused. If she stopped now, she'd always be the weak

one people walked over and ignored. It had to end one way or the

other, and she'd chosen this path so she was going to find the end and

not call Liz this time. In fact she was going to remove Liz's number

from her phone all together.

Gillian tried to get her eyes to stay open like his were but they kept

closing and had to refocus on him.

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"Want to see how animals do it in the wild, unbridled power of

domination and submission's tug-o-war?" Patryk ran his knee up her

thigh, pressing in on her hip to control her balance.

"You so sure I'll lose?" Gillian tried to get her voice to come out

strong but there was an undeniable waver to it like the throbbing

between her legs.

She tried to scratch his face, but he pulled her wrist away from her

body, stretching her at an angle where her breasts were a tongue's lick

away. She curved her back to keep her breasts away from him.

She tried rearing back.

Patryk head butted her in the solar plexus and let go of her wrist

and legs concurrently, sending her crashing back onto her ass with a

thump the downstairs neighbors would feel.

The impact stabbed into her teeth and rattled her ear bones,

delaying profanity from spitting out of her throat long enough for him

to push off his feet and tower over her, his looming face the focal

point of her furry. "You moron, freaking idiot."

"I think the proper word here is animal." He dropped to his hands

and knees, pinning her underneath him and using his head again to

push her onto her back with a well-aimed forehead punch to her chin.

Gillian's head banged off the floor, her lips coming up on the

rebound a hair-breadth from his lips set in a wicked grin that she

wanted to bite off his face and spit out all over his mane of hair.

"This is how the big kids play. Enjoying it yet?" He bent down to

blow air at her eyes, making her blink automatically in rapid fire.

She lowered her eyes and waited for focus to restore. The angle of

the eyes gave her vantage to the strained zipper holding him back

from staking her to the floor with his cock. Smiling without teeth, she

winked at him and rammed her knee into the growing bulge stretching

his jeans to the point of showing holes. But it wasn't his jewels she

impaled. When the first twinge of pain watered her eyes, she blinked

on purpose this time and grunted at the hand cradling her knee and

fingers gauging the diameter of her knee cap.

"You announced your attack. Anyone would have seen it coming.

Never smile or go for what your opponent seemingly offers up as

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prime target, not when you are playing against winners." He pressed

her knee towards her chest until she squealed like a pig and shimmied

under him.

"You want me lame?" She kicked his ankle with her good leg,

hoping to leave something to remember her by, something black and

blue tinged with green, yellow, and purple a day or two from now.

Patryk shook his head. "Pain is a great teacher. Don't ever do

something that leaves you vulnerable." He tossed her knee to the side

and punched her in the crotch with loose knuckles. "See?"

Gillian sputtered, refusing to cry. "You monster." She rolled her

legs inward to cut off his access.

"That's better, now I'd have to work more at getting you." Patryk

licked his lips slowly, tracing the outside of his curves and finishing

by buffing his canines in her mesmerized gaze.

"What is this sex ed?" Gillian curled up her lips at his wide

shoulders. His shirt rode up from bulging biceps, showing off his

stomach with a dusting of amber and grey hair that disappeared below

his jeans. She tracked the hair to where it ended, losing apprehension

of what he was doing until it was too late.

Patryk grabbed her shoulders. Falling onto her, he rolled them

over, crushing her to his chest. He now lay beneath her, her breasts

and his pecks sharing the cramped space between rib cages and

pulsating lungs.

Gillian spluttered as vertigo claimed her momentarily.

Patryk licked her spit off his lips and slurped noisily.

"Animal." She hissed at him, trying to squirm out of his clasp.

"Now you are learning, better late than never. Someday you might

even win." He chuckled coarsely, opening his legs so she fell between

them.

Gillian wriggled as the warmth of his cock and balls seeped into her

pussy clueless of the jeans keeping them apart. She felt him hit into

her and seek out her entrance. "I'd say I have the upper hand. You

can't deny wanting me." She clenched her pussy hoping to distract his

cock more.

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"You think that puts me at a disadvantage? Patryk's eyebrows grew

into a solid line and his jaw bones parted to show how wet his teeth

were.

Gillian tried to breathe and swallow at the same time, but choked

on her saliva.

"Maybe you need to learn the hard way that wanting someone puts

you in the power position. It's all about who wants more and is

willing to take it regardless of cost." Patryk let up on a shoulder and

grabbed a fistful of hair. Twisting her head, he bit into the side of her

throat until she erupted into a screech that pressed his cock into her

pubic bone.

"Let me go." Gillian tried to pull free to avoid showing off the fear

creeping into her face, but he yanked her hair to angle their eyes into

meeting.

"Giving up already like a loser? How boring. I thought you had

more staying power than that. I prefer drawn out over quickies, but I

guess you're just a tease." He bench pressed her up and tossed her

backwards onto the sofa, bouncing to his knees from a curl up.

Gillian's head whipped back, hitting the wall in a thud; it felt like

her teeth were grinding into a powder and her voice came out in a dry

cough. "I'm not a loser."

"Then you're prepared to see this through to the end?" Patryk

cupped her knees, prying them apart incrementally, before he pulled

her towards him.

Gillian raked the sofa with her nails, trying to scuttle back to a

sitting position versus the slumped one he forced her into.

"You're wasting your energy fighting against me versus with me.

Make me fight for you, not control you." Patryk gave an exaggerated

sigh and spanked the insides of her thighs with the back of his hands.

He pressed his hands into the folds between thigh and stomach,

pushing her ass into the sofa and making her pussy come out to meet

his sniffing nose and panting tongue.

"I hate you." She pummeled the top of his head with her fists,

aiming for as many fissure lines in his skull as she could splinter open.

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"I can work with that, especially since you smell so damn good."

He buried his nose into her jeans and nuzzled her zipper, leaving red

marks on his nose.

Gillian's hands slipped, her pore's percolating with sweat. She tried

to grapple with the fabric, but the smooth suede material betrayed her

in its slickness.

"First rule, always know your surroundings. Second, make your

body work for you not against you." Patryk used her hips to push

himself to standing. Grabbing her by the waist, he tossed her into the

air and twirled her around to land nose deep in the sofa's groove, her

knees mating with the sofa before thudding to the floor.

Gillian's ear-concussive swearing pummeled the sofa and she spit

out fibers of fabric lodged in her teeth.

"Difference between you and me is I know what I want. You're

confused. That's a really bad combo if you are you. For me, it's great,

means I've won already and get to claim the prize. That would be you

in case you hadn't kept up." Patryk rested a knee on the small of her

back, and pressed her pubic bone into the sofa cushions, massaging

her sensitive bits between bone and fabric.

Gillian cranked her neck back, ignoring the nasty popping sounds

coming from her spine. "You're despicable."

Patryk chortled throatily. "Interesting choice of words, and yet

nowhere in there was get off me. You just want someone else to do

the dirty deed for you so you're impeccably pristine persona stays

clean like baby's wiped ass."

Gillian implanted her fists into the sagging cushions to bash his

nose with the back of her head when his hands slunk to her waist and

literally tore her jeans off. The sound of threads yanking free of the

weave that once clad her made her teeth chatter. In the second or two

she froze from the jarring sound of her cloth's dismemberment, she

lost track of Patryk's movements.

Now her body moved again and not under her volition.

Patryk jerked her jeans down her thighs, taking her high-cut panties

with them.

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Gillian felt spittle sting her butt cheeks, then Patryk's hand come

down with a slap to drive the moisture away. Her skin burned from

that slap, making her pussy throb from the edge of the sofa digging

into her clit and lips. She gasped, too many sensations rattling her