Chapter 4: Under Attack

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Rodrigo Shirvinton's sudden assault was met with Brooke Casson's fierce resistance. She fought like a cornered lioness, driving her knee mercilessly toward his groin. A sharp pain shot through him. The force of her knee sent Rodrigo lurching forward, collapsing against her chest. "Let go of me, you pervert!" Brooke spat, fury in her voice as she kicked at him with her knees and twisted desperately, fighting to break free. Her face flushed with anger. Rodrigo mustered all his strength to keep a grip on her waist, pressing tightly to her chest to avoid another punishing blow. "This girl's vicious! She's trying to kill me!" Rodrigo winced, cursing silently as he sucked in a breath. In desperation, Rodrigo pinned her with his full weight. The pain had pushed him to the edge, and he wondered how much longer he could hold out. The struggle left Brooke drained and sapped what little strength Rodrigo had left. Just as Rodrigo felt himself losing control, panic rising, Brooke suddenly went still, all resistance vanishing. In the empty gym, only their heavy breathing echoed through the silence. Rodrigo hadn't expected Brooke to give up so abruptly. Relief washed over him as he hurried to catch his breath. He'd nearly hit his breaking point. If not for his fitness and part-time work as an instructor-plus sheer willpower-he never could have restrained this wildcat, even at the risk of his own life. His strength gradually returned. Rodrigo kept a firm grip on her waist and hands, not daring to relax. He braced for Brooke to start fighting again, but she lay motionless beneath him. "What's up with her? She was fighting to the death just a second ago. Could it be..." Rodrigo's confusion deepened when he heard Brooke let out a muffled sob. She sobbed quietly, her voice small and choked with hurt. Tears welled in her eyes, sliding down her cheeks as she sniffled, her mouth turned down and brows drawn tight with distress. What now? Rodrigo's heart softened at the sight. "You... you're not a real man... all you do is bully women... let... let me go..." Brooke sobbed, her words broken. "I'll let you go," Rodrigo replied with a wry smile, "but you can't scream or call the cops. From tomorrow on, we don't know each other. Deal?" "You... you're threatening me? I'll scream for help, tell them you assaulted me, have you arrested..." Brooke's tear-stained face was stubborn with defiance. "Then don't expect any mercy," Rodrigo warned, pressing down harder. "Ah..." Brooke cried out in pain. "You... you bastard... you're hurting me... let me go..." Her voice was raw with anger. "I'll let you go, but you have to promise me..." Rodrigo became intensely aware of the firm swell against his chest and the yielding softness at his hips. He could smell her; every nerve in his body snapped to attention. Even though he'd taken a blow from her knee, he'd recovered-and now he was back at full attention. Brooke felt the change against her lower belly. Even through her distress, her heartbeat picked up. No man had ever overpowered her like this. She considered another surprise attack, but her body froze, afraid that any movement would make him even more excited. Fear crept in. Her defiance faded, replaced by embarrassment. He had her completely pinned, wrists held so hard it hurt, her chest crushed out of shape under his weight. His scent flooded her senses. Brooke's heart raced, her face flushed beet red. She couldn't meet Rodrigo's intense gaze, her body turning soft despite her anger and helplessness. Rodrigo felt her start to yield and finally exhaled, but his body reacted even more against her softness. "No... don't... please... I have a husband... you can't do this..." Brooke's voice shook. She was terrified he'd force himself on her. Too weak to fight, she could only beg. But her soft pleas only made him bolder. Pressing gave way to rubbing, then to rougher movement. Brooke tried to escape, but she had no strength left. She squirmed weakly, but he kept grinding against her, getting bolder each time. The rough friction sent jolts of sensation through Brooke. When he rubbed against her, a moan almost slipped out. Their breathing grew ragged as the air grew heavy with heat. Rodrigo felt Brooke's body trembling, and sensed her nipples harden. He let go of her wrists, his hand sliding to her breasts. His hand found them. They were round, firm, and full. Rodrigo's heart pounded, his hand trembling as he gave a light squeeze.

Chapter 4: Under Attack

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