Mercenaries
He pounced on her like a mountain lion on a rabbit. He weighed a ton. Cassidy's arms and legs went out from under her so fast she tasted dirt. But the knife glittered in the ground vegetation barely a meter away, so she threw herself toward it anyway, lifting both of them off the ground with her enhanced strength.
Until Alrigo got an arm around her throat and braced a leg against her progress. Suddenly they weren't going anywhere. "I think not," he breathed in her ear, and forced her down again. One of his legs hooked under and around one of hers as he applied ruthless pressure against her windpipe. The other arm wrapped under her own to clamp a hand around the back of her neck. She managed to jerk her head to the side so she could suck in a breath. Throwing her weight against him, she rolled them both over.
A mistake. He wrapped his free leg around hers, and she was immobilized, stretched across his massive body in a bow.
Luckily she still had one arm free. Cassidy grabbed the forearm across her throat and dug for a nerve, trying to force him to let go, but the tough armor of his suit protected him. She couldn't get a grip.
Where was Alrigo's knife? Both his hands were occupied with holding her. He had her immobilized; this was a perfect opportunity to slide a blade between her ribs, but he'd evidently dropped it. Why?
He wasn't even pressing on her throat hard enough to choke her. In fact, he was making no effort to finish her at all, though she could think of a dozen ways to do it.
Furiously, Cassidy twisted and fought, digging with her free hand, trying to force him to let go. No matter how she bucked and writhed, she couldn't seem to break his hold. "What are you doing?" she panted at last, furious and frustrated. "If you're going to kill me, quit fucking around!"
"I have no intention of killing you," he rumbled against her ear. The sensation tickled.
"Yeah? Then why the hell did you challenge me?"
"You'll figure it out." At least he was breathing hard, the son of a bitch. |