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I shrug at him, as much as I can anyways, he still has my wrists in a vice grip. “Just seemed to fit.”
“Alright then,” he starts, “instead of a secret, show me you can get out of this. I did come back to let you out. You would’ve been in there for three more hours if I hadn't shown up when I did.”
That means I went into a full-blown panic in less than an hour. Why isn’t he mentioning that? He could easily taunt me for my weakness. Hell, he’s right too. He didn't have to come back for me. Maybe I misjudged this one.
“After what I saw in you last night, I know you can do it. So don’t hold back on me.” He takes a step closer, his front caging me in. “I fucking dare you.”
Dammit, he can read me like a fucking book.There’s no way I’ll back down from a challenge like that.
I need him to loosen his grip so I can get my weapon strapped to my waist. With a slight movement, I twist my hand in his, and I’m able to reach out and squeeze him by the balls.
His grip on me loosens as he attempts to protect his jewels, leaving me open to grab a blade and push him back. I use my forearm across his chest to pin him to the wall and bring the cool steel to his neck in one swift movement. He barks a laugh at me. I tilt my head, not totally knowing how to respond to that.
“A blade, Little Shadow? Are you flirting with me?” he asks as he pushes forward, causing a small cut on his neck and a slight gasp to come from my lips. I loosen my grip a little.
A droplet of blood appears on his neck and for a moment, I’m captivated. Lev did the same thing. The fact that these men don’t shy away from sharp objects should be a red flag, but all I can think about is how sexy they look with a little bit of blood on them. Red has always been my favorite color.
Why do I have the sudden urge to lick it off?
My traitorous vagina is apparently feeling extra needy, even though she had the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life yesterday.
“Where did you learn to fight dirty like that?” Damien asks, pulling me from my thoughts. He has a shit-eating grin on his face despite the fact that I just grabbed his little buddies so tight he’s speaking a full octave higher.
I slowly pull back and resheath my blade. “The guys I trained with didn’t fight fair, especially not when it came to me. I worked hard and learned a few moves to help put them in their places…” I say, trailing off in thought for a moment, “eventually.”
His face changes in an instant, and I find myself regretting what I said. I don’t need anyone to judge what I’ve been through.
“It wasn’t a big deal,” I say shrugging. “It motivated me to get better. Now I’m one of the best at what I do.”
His face softens slightly, but I know he understands in some fucked up way. People hurt him, too. Like really does call to like, it seems.
“And what is it that you do?” he asks.
I smile up at him, and step in close, trailing my fingers along his thinly trimmed beard where I punched him. I don’t give away information for free, but I have a feeling that responding to this will turn him on as much as it does me. Running my thumb across his bottom lip, I move so that we are just a breath apart as I whisper, “I kill people.”
I drop my hand and turn to leave, knowing he’s watching me as I walk away.
Chapter 18
I watch her perfect ass swing as she leaves the room, biting my lip between my teeth until I taste blood. Then look down at the most painful hard-on I’ve ever experienced. Who knew that someone squeezing your balls like they were their own personal stress reliever, while getting you hard with threats to kill people, would be one of the worst forms of torture known to man?
I would know too, considering I’m the one they call to dole out the torture.Fuck. I haven't wanted to jack off this many times in twenty-four hours since I was in fucking high school. The fight that girl has in her is something I’ve never witnessed before, and I’m already addicted to it. I wonder what she would be like in the ring. I bet I could get our instructor to set us up on the mats together.
Would she show me what she’s got, though? I can’t imagine why anyone would want to hide their ass-kicking skills at this university. If anything, it would give her more status and make people think twice about messing with her. Except for Alexi. He would make it his personal life's mission to knock her down if she showed that kind of strength.
I wonder if she knows that, maybe that’s why she’s doing it. Not wanting to give us anything we can use against her. I think about heading to class before deciding against it. The bandage on my new tattoo is leaking from the friction of my pants rubbing up against it, and it needs to be cleaned and changed. As I walk back to my suite, I think about how pissed Alexi’s going to be that I let her out early.
I couldn't help it. The way she looked at me before she reluctantly got into that closet felt all too familiar. That pain and fear in her eyes was palpable. Finding her there in a full panic only confirms to me that I made the right choice. I’m all about putting Evie in her place, but I don't want her broken. I want her to fight with us. I decide quickly that I don't give a fuck what Alexi thinks. She isn't just his, she's mine too, and I wanted more time with her.
I’m halfway across the courtyard when I hear my name being called. I turn to see our weapons instructor, Slade, making his way towards me. He’s a tall guy, with a shit ton of muscle. But I can spot the difference between real muscle, and the ones built from steroids. His frame will only weigh him down in a fight. He tries to look threatening, but I’m not intimidated one bit.
“Yes?” I ask, confused as to what he needs from me right now.
“I wanted to talk to you about carrying a weapon,” he says sternly.
When we were allowed to pick the weapon we carried, I decided my normal one made the most sense for me. My fists. Slade disagrees, but I don’t really give a shit.
“What would you like to talk about?” I ask him, as if I’m actually open to the conversation.
