Chapter 47: Rated R

After Mills' elbow strike, Drax was sure that if he did not turn his head in time, his jaw would have broken. He looked at the woman before him in adoration as his hand massaged his face. After being in the military for so many years, he of course knew what just happened.

Mills had not been fighting seriously this whole time. She was just testing his ability and had modified her technique to match his. Unfortunately for her, Drax had only shown Mills a fourth of what he was capable of.

In his line of work, Drax spent most of his time on special missions for Pan Country. He had seen beauties of every nation, and he had, regrettably, fought with many women, but this one was different. Her fighting technique was raw, but it was extremely controlled. It was unique in the sense that it gave a skilled opponent the impression that the person they were up against was not well trained.

Drax was completely smitten.

A tinge of blood appeared at the corner of Drax's mouth and he smiled up at the woman looking at him in mock concern.

"Who are you?" he asked, not making any attempt to hide his adoring gaze. Mills was thrown off guard. In the past, she had been looked at in many disgusting ways, and at first, she ignored his lustrous stares because he was a piece of eye candy himself.

Now, the look he was giving her frightened her. She immediately recognized it, because it was the same way she looked at her brother, albeit without the sexual desire that was radiating off her opponent's body. She felt uneasy, but a blissful feeling still rose from within her. One of them would die here today, but for now she would relish in the moment of being admired by a handsome man.

"Why do you need to know my name?" she asked. Drax responded with a captivating smile.

Without warning, Drax dashed toward Mills and she lifted her leg to kick him. He caught her ankle and pulled her in close. With his hand still clutching her ankle he asked for her name again, this time in a playful tone. He was subtly trying to let her know that he had not gotten serious at all. Mills blushed at their proximity and it made Drax smile. They were still at least two feet apart and it made him wonder what kind of reaction she would have if they were closer.

Pulling her ankle free of the man's grasp, the two continued to duel one another without noticing the two figures who entered the room. President Lee used the gun in his hand to gesture to two open chairs in the corner. Milo quietly took a seat and President Lee followed suit. He was obviously not worried about the outcome of this fight. Milo, however, looked on at his sister who was constantly on the defensive, and felt completely helpless. He was in no means a pushover, but he was no match for his sister in this regard. She was clearly on the verge of losing this fight, but she persisted.

Milo suddenly regretted allowing his sister to convince him to take on the Lee Group. He had even cautioned her against it many times before she was able to convince him. Mills told him that if their plan succeeded, she would give up on being a mob boss and live a normal, peaceful life. This was a dream for both, so he reluctantly agreed.

Now, his sister was fighting a man twice her size while he was sitting at gunpoint unable to help. He knew both men were beyond formidable if they were able to infiltrate his sister's base with minimal effort. Milo was silent as the pair fought because he did not want to distract his sister, but something about the way Drax was touching her was pissing him off. He had to close his eyes and look away a few times. Were they fighting or acting out an intimate scene?

On the other side of the room, Mills threw a kick in the direction of Drax's face. He caught her kick and pulled her in close. Expecting this move, she wrapped her legs around his body to put him in a reverse headlock and maybe snap his neck. Before she could maneuver her body to the right position, he pressed their bodies against a wall and pinned both her hands up high above her head. At this point Mills was completely worn out. She was panting heavily, and her hair messily covered her face.

Drax only needed one hand to pin her against the wall and using his free hand he gently brushed the hair out of her face and pinched her chin with his rough fingers. He used a little force to make her look at him and he asked her name again. This time, Mills did not resist. She knew she could not continue fighting. Subconsciously, she was also terrified. Her legs had been wrapped around Drax's body when he pushed her against the wall and pinned her down and they were still in the same position. This was the closest she had ever been to a man, but she was not dumb. She knew what she was feeling between her legs. If they were not separated by their clothing, the scene would be rated R.

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After seeing his sister pushed against the wall in such a compromising manner, Milo stood up not caring if President Lee shot him or not. He would not watch his sister be taken advantage of right in front of him. Before he could speak, he heard Drax ask his sister for her name. She replied in a voice that was so weak it took him by surprise. He went to step forward but Drax, let go of his sister's arms and stepped back. Mills slid down the wall, she was truly exhausted.

"Mills is a pretty name," said Drax as he squatted down to look at the woman on the ground. He reached out his hand to shake hers but was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat.