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He wastes no time, dropping down and pinning my arms. With his thick thighs bracketing my torso, Nyx looks down at me, his savage and ruthless grin on full display. "If you wanted to be beneath me, all you had to do was ask," he mutters before grinding his surprisingly hard cock into my belly. My mouth drops open in complete shock. He's hard right now? Over this? What and the fresh hell is wrong with this guy?
I snap my mouth shut and swallow, doing everything in my power to ignore the wave of lust that rockets through me at his insinuation. Ican notbe getting turned on right now. Forcing myself to hold onto the anger still coursing through my veins at his callous comments and asshole tendencies, I focus on all of the training I have received over the last few weeks, no matter how minimal it's been.
Breath in, breath out.
Go time.
Bringing my legs up and bending them behind Nyx, I thrust my hips upward. Nyx instantly smiles andtsksthe move, knowing damn well that he spent hours teaching me how to get out from beneath someone. Too bad, I know other ways to get on top. Too distracted by my fake-out, he never even sees my next move coming. Lifting up my right foot, I plant it on the opposite side of his ankle and tuck my foot in and beneath his leg. The move opens my hips up and drops his position slightly, but mostly, it locks one of his legs in and takes away some of his leverage. His upper body falls forward, making one of his hands fly from where it's holding my arm down. He juts it out, hoping to catch himself from falling and crushing my small body. I use the opportunity to latch on to his now free arm, pinning it across his chest between us.
With his right leg tucked and at my mercy, his right arm banded between us, he loses balance and his right side is weak and susceptible to my attack. All of this happens within 10 seconds, leaving Nyxon beyond shocked and me utterly fuckingthrilledwith myself. Using all the momentum I can muster, I press off with my left leg and roll us. The move resulting in me being on top and our exact positions have now flipped.
Even though I've now got the high ground, I make the split decision that it's not enough for me. I want to really show him,them,that I'm not the weak little thing that they met a few short months ago. With all of the time each guy has spent with me, teaching me to be stronger, filling me with their care and support, even Nyx in his own fucked up way, they have allowed me to have something I have never had before; confidence. I trust myself to handle my own shit. I may not be a fighter or a killer like them, but I can protect myself better than I've ever been able to before. With that in mind, I power on with the determination to not quit, until this dickwad is bleeding.
Bringing my ankles under Nyx's bent knees, I lock my legs around his and twist my feet together. In this position, no matter how much he tries to throw or buck me off, he won't be able to. I've essentially tied myself to his body. What it does do though is make me lose some of my mobility. Using the strength I've gained from all of my mornings runs through the city, I drop my belly to his and plant my hands next to his head before straightening them, pushing me up into a cobra pose. Leaning back, I finally look down and take in the shocked look on Nyx's face. It brings me so much fucking joy that I have to literally force myself not to grin like a psychopath.
"What are you going to do now? All out of ideas so soon, little girl?" he murmurs, his eyes flaring with some sort of emotion that I can't quite decipher and I honestly don't care to right now. The demeaning nickname is enough to push me to finish this.
Everything that I want to do to him, the way I want to bring him down, hurt him, flashes before me. It's like watching a movie in my brain of the exact movements and sequences that I will need to go through to get my intended result. It almost feels like a lost memory that is so close to the surface that I can almost touch it, but when I try, it evades me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath while focusing on whatever it was that popped up just a moment ago, wanting the memories back, wanting to hold on to them.
"Focus, Isabella. Just go with it, let it happen," I hear Nyx whisper softly, his tone the opposite of everything else he's thrown at me recently. My eyes spring open as I take in the scene before me.
Nyx. I'm fighting with Nyx.
Focus, just let it happen.
Swallowing deeply, I nod before bringing my fist up. I only give him enough time to understandexactlywhat I'm going to do next before I bring it down, cracking him right on his smug ass jaw. The blow isn't enough to draw blood and probably barely even hurt the big oaf but I don't care. The sick satisfaction that rolls through me at finally besting him makes me happier than a dog in a bacon factory.
Nyx's surprise only lasts seconds and then he does exactly what I was expecting him to do. His arms fly up to protect his face and create an opening for me. Taking full advantage, I release my hold on his legs and slide my body up until my knees are tucked beneath his now raised armpits. The new position opens up his sides to me and gives me full access to all of his weak spots.
If this was a real fight, you could probably do some serious damage to his organs and ribs, especially with a knife.
The thought almost startles me enough to falter in my attack, but I shake it off. Where did that come from?
Alas, my goal isn't to maim and murder, just to embarrass and prove a point. Chuckling fills the room from somewhere behind me and I have no doubt that the other three men in this room have watched the last three minutes go down with rapt attention. Not daring to look away and confirm that they are still here, I only allow myself to sneak a quick peek at my immediate surroundings. Something shiny and silver catches my eye and I glance once more, only to find the flimsy little butter knife sitting right next to us. With his arms tucked over his head and protecting his annoyingly handsome face, a wicked idea comes to mind. His organs aren't the only things he's left vulnerable.
Reaching over, I quickly grab the knife and waste no time pressing it to his pretty throat with one hand while arching back and gripping his junk with my other. I have to literally force myself to not acknowledge the hard cock beneath my hand or the very large size of it. Instead, I squeeze his junk and turn my full attention back to him. My hold is tight enough to show my dominance but not enough to do something crazy like preventing future baby Nyxon Kings from entering this world. That would be a fucking tragedy. He's too pretty to not be able to procreate.
"Whose out of ideas now, asswipe?" I ask in a sickly sweet voice that's full of delight and amusement. Nyxons arms fly off of his head and his eyes go comically wide. I give his dick a slight squeeze and he releases a loud grunt at the pain I'm inflicting but he doesn't answer me. In fact, he doesn't say anything at all as he stares at me. His wide-eyed shock morphs into a look that is so full of love and adoration that it has my hands dropping from both his throat and his dick. I shoot off of his body and barely catch myself before stumbling backward. What the fuck? Why is he looking at me like he cares about me? Like I'm his fuckingworld.
No. I shake my head, forcing that stupid idea straight out of it before it can even take root. There is no fucking way. I know sometimes he acts jealous of my relationships with the Luna brothers, maybe even how close I've gotten with Stone. But Nyx doesn't care about me that way. He's proven that time and time again. If anything, sometimes I'm pretty positive that he hates me and that he would be all too happy to never see me again.
Leaning against the wall and staring down at a still shell-shocked Nyx, my panting breaths bring me back to the present and I finally drag my eyes away from him and look up, taking in the scene before me. The last few minutes of my life come spiraling back to me and the realization of what I've just done hits me like a freight train.
Maddox, Gage, and Stone are all staring at me like I'm a fucking stranger. The table is crooked and pulled toward the kitchen, chairs are thrown haphazardly around the room, dishes lay broken and scattered across the table and floor, and food is splattered everywhere. It's a fucking mess. Looking down, I take in my body and find that I'm also a fucking mess. Spaghetti sauce is covering my clothes and if I'm not mistaken, there is some blood on my knees and palms. From what? I'm not sure.
What and the hell came over me? How did I know any of those moves? Moves that I know damn well Nyx or Maddox never taught me. It just came to me, like second nature. Like once I was determined to wipe the irritating look off of Nyx's face and make him eat his demeaning words, everything just came to me.
"What the fuck just happened?" I whisper, barely able to choke the words out of my dry mouth. Nyx shakes himself out of his stupor and finally stands up, a wide grin spreading across his face as he begins to nod. Looking over at the other guys he surprises me when he laughs.
"Told you fuckers. She had it in her this whole time," he pauses and looks over at me before continuing. "she just needed the right motivation."
I'm sorry. What now?
Breath Me-Sia
Ella
"Huh?"Imumble,mybrows raised as my eyes shoot between the four men in the room. Two of them look about as confused as I feel and two of them look oddly suspicious. "What the hell does that mean?"
