Once her initial surprise was over Marissa struggled. An elbow in his ribs didn’t faze him. She dug in her heels and pushed her body back into his, but she might as well have been up against a solid brick wall. At five foot ten and a hundred and fifty-four pounds Marissa was no light weight, but this man made her feel helpless and dainty.
Whoever he was, he was as big and as strong as an ox. Without effort he forced her in the direction of the window, controlling her with the movements of his body. For a moment they were doing a bump and grind as he forced her across the room. Then Kirk’s words about how the two models fell to their deaths came back to Marissa.
He’s going to throw me out the window! And they were on the fourth floor!
Wild panic set in and she dug her nails into his arm, but his sleeve protected his flesh. She threw her head back, hoping to hit him hard enough in the nose that he would release her, only he was too damn tall. Whatever he intended for her she wasn’t going to make it easy for him. They were nearing the window at an alarming rate and she was running out of time. She threw her hands over her head and behind her, hoping to gouge his eyes and claw his face. Hurt him any way she could.
His light chuckle wasn’t what she expected and only fueled her determination to escape. As he continued to force her toward the window Marissa bit down as hard as she could over the hand smashing her lips. He grunted, but didn’t release her. She made one last effort at to break away but the next thing she knew they’d reached the window and she was looking down at the dark ally below.
“You might survive the fall.” His voice was deep, familiar and slightly out of breath against her ear. “But why take the chance?”
Oh god! Beau? It couldn’t be! He wouldn’t! She brushed the ridiculous thought aside and strained against him with all her strength, her heart hammering like a drum inside her chest. Beau was a lot of things but he wasn’t a killer. She dug in her heels and leaned into him. But the man was built like a mountain.
“I could always strangle you first.”
Without warning Marissa was spun around, and pushed up against the wall. She barely saw the glitter of his eyes before two strong hands encircled her throat. Before he could exert any pressure she brought her leg up to knee him in the groin. A soft laugh met her effort, before a hand came down on her naked thigh to stop her from meeting her mark.
“Oh no you don’t, darlin.” He moved in and leaned against her.
The hand on her thigh was warm, almost caressing as it moved along her skin.
“I plan to use this later.”
His meaning was obvious. He had an erection the size of a Kielbasa sausage. It was obvious killing women excited him. She stiffened and sucked in her breath. His voice sounded low, husky. Had the other women been raped first? All at once a different kind of threat entered Marissa’s mind. She turned wild and screamed, attacking him wherever she could. But it was over before it began. With one smooth, deliberate move he grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head.
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