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apparently pissed. He seemed to really hate the idea that it was a woman who knocked him unconscious. It probably insulted him as the undefeated UFC champ with a body mass of twice than hers.
    “You’re a loser, aren’t you?”
    “How can I tell? I never lost. But to tell you the truth, I hate to lose. That’s why I always win.”
    “Just let me go and I won’t say a word about what happened here.”
    “Not that fast, sweetheart. You don’t make demands while you’re under my mercy.”
    “You’re not serious about shooting me right here in your office, are you?”
    “Want to find out?”
    She held her breath. Bryan had told her that this man was the opposite of the demon he had been portrayed by the press, but who knew what kind of monster lurked inside him. He was probably like Travis, whom she thought was an angel beneath his beastly frame, but was in fact a psychopathic murderer. As genetics had proven, common traits run in the bloodline.
     
    With her heartbeat slamming against her chest, she bent her knees to lower the trophy to the floor, but as her fingers were badly shaking, she lost her grip on the cursed thing. It slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor.
    She froze. A part of the obscene thing broke off.
    “Shit!” he growled, terrifying her even more. For a moment, she thought he was going to shoot her right away.
    “I’m sorry.” She quickly picked up the pieces on the floor.
    He clenched his teeth, as if itching to skin her alive. “What was broken?”
    She glanced at the pieces of glass in her hand. She swallowed. “The ball broke off, but I can fix this.”
    “Oh, fuck. Not that precious ball,” he roared. “Put it down. Just put it down.”
    She obeyed and straightened up. She could hardly breathe now. At this rate, the look in his eyes was more frightening than his gun. Twice the monster his brother was.
    Slowly, he approached her. She stepped back, until her back pressed against the hard wall. She had no way out.
    “W-what else do you want?” she asked, her tears about to fall.
    He lowered his gun and tucked it behind him. It only afforded her a few seconds of relief before he suddenly grabbed her neck with one big hand and pressed his hard body against hers, pinning her helplessly immobile against the wall.
    “No!” she squealed as his hand tightened around her neck. With his strength, he could easily snap her dead.
    “Relax,” he said. “I’m not going to strangle you. Not yet.”
    She trembled in fear. He’s a monster. She could see the soul of the very devil glowing in his eyes. She had been wrong all along. It must have been the devil who put a spell on her to think this man was worth fantasizing about.
    “Please,” she cried. “I’m sorry.”
    “Oh, now you’re sorry,” he taunted. “Just a moment ago, you tried to make a minced meat out of my precious balls and threatened to break my Hung Man of the Year award.”
    She cracked her eyes wide open. Was he kidding her? “Hung?”
    “Yes, for having the biggest dick among two hundred contestants.”
    “Only those with small dicks would waste their time joining such stupid competition.”
    “Is that so?” He pressed his lower body against hers.
    She screamed. She could feel something hard digging through her tummy. That could be his multi-awarded famous cock. “Get that thing off me! I don’t want it.”
    “Hey, hey,” he tightened his hold around her neck to remind her of her place. “I’ve no intention of giving you a taste of my cock. It’s not that cheap. You’re not worthy of it, and you’re not my type.”
    Insulted, she tried to give him another upward blow, but with his strong pair of legs pressed against hers, she could not move. “Asshole!”
    “Now, listen.”
    Gasping, she stopped struggling. Suddenly, she no longer feared him. What she felt was anger—just plain anger. If she could only move, she’d smash his conceited face, including his pair of conceited balls.
    “You’re not