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I want in.
"I don't think that's any of your business no matter whose cock you're sucking this week," Nyx says all condescending as fuck, like he's speaking to a child who is supposed to sit silently at the dinner table.
My hackles rise at a breakneck speed and it's not even because of his callous words. I'm used to insults from men at this point in my life, especiallythisman. No, what has me ready to kill this asshole is his tone. Not many things get under my skin the way being talked down to does. It sends my brain to a place of repression that I willnevergo back to.
My hand instantly flinches toward the utensils at the table and without even thinking about it, a dull butter knife is clenched in my fist as my teeth grind together in my mouth. This moody motherfucker just found my attack button and if this table wasn't sitting between us, his dick would have a shiny, silver friend right about now.
Nyx's eyes drop down to my hand and widen a fraction only seconds before he barks out a laugh. "What are you going to do with that, little girl? You're not brave or strong enough to do shit to me," he chuckles, gesturing toward the knife.Oh hell no.He's on a damn roll with finding my triggers today, isn't he? Something comes over me that I can't explain. Its dark, bitter, and fueled by years of degradation and abuse at the hands of another man who thought he could talk down to me like this.
"Why don't you get up and find out?" My voice comes out in a low, dark, rumble and it's a sound I have never heard coming from myself before. Nyxon smirks, eyeing me like I'm his next meal, and a red haze settles over me.
I am done with him treating me like shit. I am done with his mood swings. I am done with the way he belittles me one minute only to care for me the next before throwing me away once again. I can't do it anymore. And this? The way he's looking at me like I'm an insignificantthingthat's doing nothing but annoying him? Yeah, that's enough to make me snap.
Shooting up, my chair flies out from beneath me and skitters across the kitchen. Nyx laughs, the sound dark and menacing, his cruel smirk only growing the angrier I get. I'm somewhat aware of the sound of chairs skidding across the floor around me and the guys talking but I don't know, nor do I care what they are saying. Before I'm fully aware of what I'm even doing, I've launched myself across the table. Food goes flying, dishes clatter to the ground. The sound of glass shattering fills the air around me butI don't give a fuck.
Fuck this asshole. I'm done.
Stripped-Shiny Toy Guns
Ella
Withoutevengivinghima second to move, I'm on him, with my flimsy little butter knife held to his throat as though it's one of Maddox's pretty switchblades. With my knees on the table, and one hand holding the knife in place, my other shoots up to grab onto his hair, yanking his neck back and exposing the thumping artery to my manic eyes.
Nyx never breaks eye contact with me and where one would expect to see their captive showing some type of fear, I see nothing but sick satisfaction on his face. His smirk turns into a full-blown, toothy grin and his hands shoot out from below the table to grip my hips. In a move faster than should be possible, Nyx has my body off the table and on his lap, my legs straddling his huge thighs.
"That was cute but you could never actually hurt me.You're weak, Isabella," he murmurs, his eyes sparkling with mirth that does nothing but further ignite my fire to destroy this asshole even more. Anger so intense and so unexpected roars to life within me and every single instance of abuse and pain that I have endured in my life flashes before me, like some sort of macabre slideshow.
You can't fight back, you're nothing.
Next time, I won't stop until you're dead.
I'm going to beat the whore out of you.
Don't forget your place.
I force the onslaught of memories and words out of my mind and replace them with words that Nyx has drilled into my head again and again during our training sessions.
Don't falter, don't hesitate.
Find your inner fire and hold onto it.
Be brave, always.
Always.
Without skipping a beat, much like that day in Hunt's apartment, I chuck the knife onto the floor and wrap my arm around Nyxons neck, placing him in a front chokehold. Knowing how much smaller I am than he is, getting him out of his chair will be difficult and I will have to use gravity in order to succeed. While he's distracted by my tight hold that's hopefully hindering his breathing at least a little, I quickly shift my legs from around his thighs to up around his waist. Using my tight hold around his neck to pull him toward me while pushing off the chair with my feet that are now behind him, I gain the leverage I need and send his chair careening to the floor. It hits the wall behind him and we land in a heap on the ground.
Nyx's massive body lands with athudmaking him grunt and luckily for me, his ass takes the brunt of the fall. His arms band around my waist and I know that within seconds, he can have me torn off his body and chucked across the room if he so desires.
"What the fuck is going on?" Gage snaps from behind me and some place, deep in my mind, I know this is insane but for whatever reason, I am unable to stop. I have a need to take this infuriating man down a peg while also proving to myself that I can. I am, however, beyond surprised that no one has stopped this, including said asshole.
"Just give her a minute. She can do this, let her show you," I hear Stone say softly, his voice soothing like water lapping along the shore. It calms something within me like it always does, but not enough to make me stop.
"This is so fucking hot. Look at my girl go, she's a fucking badass," Maddox chimes in, his voice full of heat. Where Stone's words soothed me, Madd's make my inner fire fuckingburn.
With renewed vigor, I focus on the beast of a man beneath me and am surprised to find the moves I need to take his ass down already flitting through my brain as though it's second nature. Nyx's arms around my middle squeeze tight enough to have me wheezing. He grunts out another breath and uses my distraction to shift our position once again. Right before he hurdles us backward, the table is dragged out of the way. The loud screeching of the metal legs gliding across the shiny wood floors is enough to make me gasp. If they wouldn't have moved it, I'd be in for a world of pain right now.
No sooner has the table been moved than I'm on my back. Nyx softens the blow to my head with a hand behind it but he yanks away my cushion as soon as I'm flat, in favor of gaining a position of dominance in our battle. He pulls his body back, breaking the tight grip I had around his upper body. The force of his abrupt movement is enough to make my arms slam against the hard floor.
