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“Everyone in position and take turns to disarm your partner,” I say, never once taking my eyes off of Adrianna. “Give me your best shot.”
Adrianna’s eyes narrow, and her grip tightens on the hilt of the sword. She watches me with such intensity that I can’t help but imagine her looking at me like that from the flat of her back while I fuck her for the first time.
And then she moves forward gracefully, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and trying to make me guess which side she’ll strike.
Her only give away is her eyes, which shift multiple time to my right, warning me before she makes the move.
I block it and twist her arm behind her back, forcing the blade out of her hand and pulling her close. “Nice try, but you give your intentions away with your eyes.”
She grunts and pulls away from me. “Why don’t you try, then?”
I throw the short sword in between my hands. “Gladly.”
Her eyes narrow as she readies her stance, watching me carefully.
Everyone has tells and I know mine, but the key is to hide them as best you can.
Lunging forward, I fake leaning toward her right, but shift my weight at the last minute, forcing Adrianna to correct herself suddenly.
Instead of striking her left, I bring the short sword right to her center, the tip resting against her throat.
“Nice try, Vasquez, but you’re no match for me.” The tip of the blunt sword teases against her skin as she glares at me.
And then she moves suddenly, knocking the sword upwards with force and taking me by surprise.
I lose grip of the sword and she swipes it from the air, spinning around as she grabs it and bringing it up at an impressive speed to my throat.
“You were saying?”
I smirk. “Nice work. This is exactly the initiative I want to see students showing in my class. Again.”
Her eyes flash with determination as she returns the sword to my hand. The lesson continues in the same way, each of us winning a round until we’re at a draw by the end of the class.
The bell sounds. “End of class. Everyone may leave. See you all on Thursday.”
People grumble and pack their bags, as everyone loves combat training. It’s refreshing to be a teacher of a subject students are genuinely passionate about.
My eyes land on my target and I move toward her as she packs some of her things into her bag.
“Adrianna, can I have a word with you?” I ask.
Her dark, chestnut brown eyes meet mine and it feels like fire shoots through my veins. “What about?”
The other students filter out of the gym into the changing room, but Camilla lingers behind, waiting for Adrianna.
“Leave Morrone.” I clench my jaw.
Camilla looks a little hesitant, lingering on the spot.
“It’s an order.” I glare at her, until finally she gives up and heads into the changing rooms.
Adrianna’s nostrils flare and I sense she knows what’s about to come, as the look she gives me could kill. Once all the students have left the gym, I move toward her, although she’s staring at me with what I could only describe as hatred.
Setting her hands on her hips, she asks, “What do you need to speak to me about? I have torture next with Professor Niktin, so I can’t be late.”
I arch a brow. “Is that anyway to speak to one of your professors?”
She grunts and narrows her eyes. “No, but if I’m late, you know what happens.”
