But he was also really strong. He hadn't become King of Ravenrath for no reason.
When I pressed forward, he pushed me back. Chairs were knocked out of the way as we tore into each other.
My muscles burned and I panted as I drew in each breath, but it didn't matter because I needed to push him back and show him that I was a force to be reckoned with too.
I fought hard, knocking off his hands again and again. For a while, I felt in control, and then his leg kicked out unexpectedly and knocked me off my feet. The hand not holding my dagger slammed against the table to protect my face knocking against the hard wooden surface.
At that same moment, he pinned me down before I had a chance to get myself back up by gripping the back of my neck once again. My breasts pressed against the wood, still contained by my vest.
I seethed, trying to use my hands to push up against the table, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back.
