His head bent down, and before she realized it, his lips crushed down on hers.
The fierce and possessive kiss sent a shockwave of conflicting emotions through her.
Her hands pushed against his chest.
Attempting to break free from his hold, a part of her couldn’t deny the spark of desire that flared to life at his touch.
Mak pulled back, a smug grin playing on his mouth as he regarded her with dark eyes full of challenge. All the while licking his glittering canines with sensual laziness, like he was contemplating eating her for dinner.
‘You can’t resist me, Saba, nor escape me,’ he taunted, his timbre rough with suppressed emotion. ‘You belong to me, body and soul.’
She struggled to control her tumultuous feelings, which conflicted with her anger at his arrogance and the undeniable attraction she felt for him.
But beneath it all, a steely resolve took root in her heart. She refused to be caged again, to be controlled by him or anyone else.
Also, she didn’t throw like a girl.
Her sisters and she had mastered the ancient martial arts of taekwondo.
Twas the only sport her uncle had allowed, stating she needed the skills to defend herself after a spate of bullying at school.
It had helped shore them against the intense socialization inflicted on them to be ‘feminine.’
She learned not to rely on her strength, which was less than that of males, but instead to focus more on her speed and running prowess if necessary.
To be faster and more agile when faced with larger, more muscular men, such as Mak.
With a sudden surge of force, she brought her knee up.
He twisted, and she missed his ball sack and connected with his upper thigh with a satisfying thump, catching him off guard.
Stifling a curse, his steel clasp fell as he released her with a grunt of pain.
She ran.
Through the crowds of confused passengers, dodging the reach of Koda, who she recognized looming ahead of her.
The dense throng made it easier to evade her pursuers, who raced behind her with light, fast footsteps.
Her head swiveled to see both men chasing hard and gaining on her.
Until they forced her out of the terminus.
Into theSombra’scontrolled night scape.
She darted away, skirting and weaving around the foot traffic till a wall appeared in her way.
She came to a crashing stop and twisted her head, looking for an escape point.
Mak and Koda were thundering toward her.
She only had egress to her right and found it in an unlocked set of sliding doors. She dove towards them, barreling into an airy, open space.
She realized she’d been herded into a private hangar.
Her heart pounded, spotting a sleek, menacing flyer and little else in the vast, covered aerodrome.
In a panic, she spun around, only to see Mak and Koda strolling in her direction.
