Chapter Thirty-Three
XADEN
I wanted to snap her fucking neck in that office!
The urge was so strong I had to release her and step back or else I would have done it and said fuck it to the consequences.
Seeing her with Meekan again had me seeing red.
I planned to come to the library after practice, fuck with her a bit, then take her home and make her suck my cock so I could snap a picture and send it to her brother, just to fuck with his head some more.
Instead, she had to taunt the beast inside me and give him a challenge.
My body is already aching from the brutal training coach put us through, but the burning hunger inside me to break her down makes the pain worth it.
When we walk inside the gym, she looks around and purses her lips, this time the gym isn’t empty and she’ll have an audience watching her get her ass kicked.
I move toward the locker rooms in the back to change, but the bitch grips my arm and yanks me to a stop.
I glare down at her and lift my upper lip in a snarl or warning that she fucking ignores.
“Can I borrow your shirt?” I scoff and yank my arm free of her hold.
“Fuck no.” A look enters her eyes that I’ve never seen before, which just annoys the shit out of me because I don’t know what the hell she is thinking.
“Don’t moan when you get back out here,” she mutters as she turns away from me and heads for the ring.
I growl in anger as I storm into the locker room to change into my basketball shorts.
When I finish changing, I come back into the gym to find three of the guys I know staring at the ring.
I follow their gaze only to have red hot anger boiling inside me.
I run toward the ring and when I’m two steps away, I jump and slide under the last rope and roll to my feet in the middle of the ring, drawing her attention to me.
I stalk forward until I have backed her into the corner.
I open my mouth ready to bite her fucking head off, but the bitch beats me to speak.
“I told you not to moan when you came back. I had these on under my work clothes.” I scrunch my face causing her to roll her fucking eyes at me.
“Do that shit again, Tink,” I warn.
She pushes against my chest. I back up a step and stare down at her in a pair of shorts so tiny her ass cheeks hang out the bottom and a sports bra. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail. The fact my cock is liking the sight of her dressed like this isn’t fucking good, so I take another step back.
“Are we using gloves again?” Her question pulls me out of my head and brings me back to the moment.
I roll my shoulders and bend my head side to side to try and ease some of the tension riding me.
I nod and point to the gloves in the corner for her while I move across the ring to get my own.
I’m not wasting time taping mine or her hands, this is gonna be quick and I plan to leave a mark on her.
When I turn back to face her, she has one glove on and is securing the other.
The strap is in her mouth as she pulls it tight to secure the Velcro.
The beast inside me wants to rush her and catch her off guard, but I manage to restrain myself…
just. When she is set, she turns to me, there isn’t a smile or even a glint of weariness in her blue eyes, just pure aggression.
That look has me grinning, maybe baby Kellar does have some fucking balls on her after all, either that or I fucked some of the devil into her.
“How do you want to do this—” The words die in my mouth as she runs at me.
I could be a nice guy and let her get a hit in but I’m not.
Rather than using my hands, I drop my shoulder and send her sailing to her ass.
She bares her teeth up at me. Just to be a prick I shoot her a wink that has her grunting in anger.
I don’t offer her a hand, she gets her ass up and comes at me again.
I want to roll my eyes at how predictable she is, but refrain.
I slam my shoulder into her harder and drop her to her ass.
She grunts and gasps but doesn’t cry. We do this another six times before I start to get bored.
I stare down at her sitting there on her ass.
“Stay down and save what’s left of your pathetic pride, Tink.”
She jumps to her feet and raises her hands in front of her face keeping her guard up like I taught her last time.
We circle each other, she’s trying to find a weakness in my stance so she can strike but she won’t find one.
I can point out three on her. I could attack the right of her neck, sweep her legs out from under her or go for the obvious and wind her with a punch to the gut.
But, I don’t do any of that, I want to see what she’s made of.
I want her to feel powerful and in control so when I do beat her ass my victory will be so much sweeter.
She lunges at me with her right arm, it’s almost like she is moving in slow motion with how easy it is for me to avoid her strike.
She does this a couple more times before she loses her composure and runs at me.
I drop my shoulder, ready to send her back to the mat, but at the last second she drops to her knees causing me to frown.
“Fuck you!” she screams a second before a roar of pain erupts from me when she punches me right in the dick.
I crumple on top of her, groaning in pain.
I can’t fucking breathe. I’ve been stabbed and that shit didn’t hurt as much as this.
I gasp for air and try to suck in oxygen but it’s not enough.
I roll onto my back and cup my dick with my gloves.
When the little shit smacks my hands away I want to rip her fucking face off.
The little cunt straddles my lap and smiles down at me like she won the Civil fucking War.
“Winning is winning. It doesn't matter how, just as long as you win.”
I hiss through my teeth, my anger overriding my pain. I use my strength to flip us so she is on her back beneath me. I crush her with my weight, loving the sound of her grunt of pain.
“I will fucking slit your throat if you ever do that shit again,” I grit out through clenched teeth. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips.
“So, you can torment me and hurt me whenever you want but I can’t return the favor?” she claps back.
“Keep pushing me, Tink. I dare you.”
“What are you going to do? Kill me?” she taunts.
“No.” A smug look washes over her face. “I’ll slaughter your fucking family in front of you while you watch, then I’ll fuck you next to their corpses and if your pussy is too dry, I’ll use your brother’s blood as lube.
” The smug look vanishes. Her mouth is open in shock and a tinge of fear glints in her eyes.
“I don’t make idle threats. Remember that the next time you want to punch me in the dick, you fucking bitch. ”
This bitch has lulled herself into feeling safe with me and that is her worst fucking mistake. I’m worse than her fucking nightmares and I’ll make sure she never fucking forgets that!