against her skin as she tore one hand free.
A surge of adrenaline shot her to the stratosphere.
She rammed her elbow sharply into his side. This
time she was fast enough that her blow glanced his ribs
even though he arched to avoid it. Satisfaction surged.
Not that she believed she’d actually hurt him. But his
movement gave her opportunity.
Curling at the waist, she used her shoulder as a
bolster and ripped her other hand free. Less than a
second, and he slammed her hard into the wall once
more, crushing the breath out of her.
Too late, sucka.She almost felt sorry for him as she
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whipped her right arm straight back so her palm
flashed down and her fingers clawed between his legs.
Survival in favor of modesty—not that she cared
much for that, anyway.
She grabbed his balls and held on tight. “Back off,
asshole.”
“I just want information.” A rough whisper. He
sounded…amused. Again. Did he think she wouldn’t
do a little nut cracking? She squeezed the goods and
smiled when he tensed.
“Information?” she echoed, her tone flat, her grip
growing ever tighter. “Try 411.” She gave a neat little
twist of the wrist to make a point.
He stopped breathing. His weight left her, and he
carefully eased back as far as her grip let him.
Guess he got the point.
