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I head to the gym, thrust my Hermès backpack into my locker, then slide into my shorts and T-shirt. My bulging muscles ripple under the fabric that clings to me in a way that spikes the envy of every other inferior male at this school and stimulates the clits of the bitches.
I grab the bench press, a deadly calm cycling through me as I set the weights to the max.
My arms push.
Hard.
Shit doesn’t help. My cock grows with the strain and I snarl as I think of my angel.
"Fuck." My sadistic voice echoes throughout the gym, causing quite a few members of other players on the Sinners to stare at me.
"You all right, man?" That’s Jacko. Our second-string running back.He couldn’t take Brock’s place if he tried.
"Don't fucking talk to me."
Jacko bows, his hands on his knees. "I’m sorry, sir."
"Don't look me in the goddamn eyes either, motherfucker. Now, get me some fucking Gatorade."
Jacko rushes to grab my drink, and when he hands it to me, I take a much-needed sip. My cock is still rock hard, every inch straining with unmitigated yearning toward that memory of last weekend.
It was her innocence. That must be it.
"Get out of the fucking gym." My voice is cold. Icy. Quiet.
My teammates don't look me in the eye as they rush to the locker room. I pull my shorts down, then strangle my aching cock.
"On your knees, bitch. You mean nothing.Nothing."
Hot shots of cum fly out of my cock onto the gym floor. All I can think of is how…dead insideI am without my auburn-haired angel.
Caged animals with years of eagerness to kill their captors aren’t half as furious as me.
I want to find that freshman little bitch.
Force her to her knees again.
Spread her cheeks and fuck her pussy.
I wonder if she wasn’t lying when she said she was a virgin. I could be her first.
I head to the showers, anger causing my muscles to flex. My teammates are cowering by their lockers, not staring at the King of the Sinners who walks in like he owns them, which he absolutely does.
I take a long fucking shower. Hot water splashes down on my temples, scalding my skin.
Jacko bows as he hands me a towel, submitting to my dominance like the weaker male he is. "You’ll never take Brock’s place on the team, you fucking loser."
Jacko nods. "You’re right, sir."
Other teammates towel me off like the God I am as Jacko unlocks my locker and gives me my clothes. I slide into my briefs and shirt, then leave without thanking them.
Fuckers.
No one on the Sinners compares to me, Brock, and Rook.
We’re childhood friends who came to Saintswood together. Our parents told us we could either choose between Saintswood or Yale because we had legacy at both, and we picked Saintswood. There was no splitting us up. We made a blood oath when we were ten years old that we’d stick together through life no matter what.
Outside the locker room, the most annoying bitch in all of Saintswood is waiting to strike.
