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as hard as she could and he laughed, he fucking laughed she couldn’t believe it. She swung her head forwards and smashed it against his nose. Hearing it break and feeling the gush of his blood on her forehead was satisfying but like his breath it was cold. She didn’t think too much of it as she backed up, wrenching her hand from his. She swiped the knife toward him, but he moved so quickly she missed. In the blink of an eye, he had twisted them around, pinning her between the truck and his hard body.
    “See, this is why I’m intrigued. You’re so much fun.” She growled at him, a feral instinctive reaction to being cornered and taunted. She thrashed in his arms, an overwhelming urge to panic rising up in her. But she wouldn’t let him win. She couldn’t let him win. He wanted to believe that he was in control, but she would have the upper hand, she would find it and take it. Thinking back to all of Tate’s lessons she kicked her foot out as hard as she could, connecting it with his knee cap and listening to the reassuring crack. That would do it. But he didn’t even pull back, his grip never loosened.
    “What the fuck is wrong with you!” She pulled harder, trying to pry herself from his grip. Nothing she did worked, no amount of pain she inflicted on him worked. His hands slipped down her wrists, fingers trailing like icy fire down her forearms. The way he held her ensured she still couldn’t move, her hands wagging helplessly in the air. His body stepped closer to her, his hard chest nearly crushing her between the truck. His leg nudged hers apart and she thrashed harder as another bout of panic seized her.
    “No! Get off me!” She moved harder, faster, and more desperate.
    “I want you.” His words were velvet in her ear as he leaned down, his nose nudging along the column of her throat and she heard him inhale her like a fine wine. “I want you so bad, let me have you.”
    “No! Get the hell off me!” She stomped on his foot as hard as she could, and then again and again and again. Quill couldn’t figure out why nothing she tried worked on him.
    “Get off me! Stop it! Stop!” The more she protested and screamed, the more dread filled her up and panic began to seize her heart. It thumped painfully in her chest, catching her breath before stealing it completely. The panic ascended and her stomach knotted, the wooziness of a blackout hung over her.
    Just as suddenly as the assault had begun, it stopped and he stepped back, dragging a hand through his hair in aggravation.
    “Damn it, woman.” He groaned softly before dropping his hand to stare at her. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
    She expected to feel relieved when he released her, giving her the space she needed to put distance between them. Few things in her life had terrified her as much as that moment had. It wasn’t even the threat of a sexual assault but her sheer and utter helplessness. Quill wasn’t used to not being stronger, smarter and more deadly. She wasn’t used to being the victim and the idea stung.
    “I drive you to rape women is my guess.” She snarled at him, stepping away from him quickly. She put as much distance between them as she could, but he kept talking, kept following her.
    “I’ve never met anyone quite like you. And I’ve known a lot of women.”
    “Did you rape them too?”
    “Some… Yes.” He smiled in a predatory way, “you need to understand it was our way. Though, I have advanced with modern society.”
    Her heart skipped a beat, imagining what he would so happily do to her even despite her protests. But if that was true why did he stop? Why did he let her step away from him?
    It was a silly question, she didn’t want to know the answer, even if a voice in the back of her head warned her that something was wrong.
    “I’m… sorry… I frightened you.” The way he spoke suggested that an apology very rarely graced his tongue, but that didn’t mean she was going to accept it.
    “Go fuck