Page 84 of Cruel Legacy

This time, he doesn’t hesitate to kiss me. Just like last time, we kiss for a bit before his hand reaches up. He deepens the kiss, one hand braced against my neck, the other on the side of my head. He climbs fully onto the bed and pins my hands above me with one hand, squeezing my throat with the other.

I’m being kissed breathless and choked at the same time. My clit throbs with need and I grind against him, desperate for friction. He pulls away and releases my neck, staring down at me.

“Oh, shit.” Finn says from the other side of the room. I hadn’t even noticed he’d moved off the bed. I turn to ask what he’s talking about, but Holden pulls my face back to look at him. “Eyes on me,” he growls before slamming his mouth against mine.

He settles his body between my thighs and grinds against me. I’ve been teasing them about having small penises, but it’s such a lie. Holden’s thickness presses against my center, and all I want to do is hold it and see how girthy it is.

His hand finds my neck again, and he alternates between cutting off my air and holding me in place. I’m drenched and whimpering like a thirsty bitch.

This dude. This quiet dude with the big ass brain is kissing me like a goddamn pro. His tongue teasing and demanding. His hard body holding me in place. My air cuts off again, and Holden breaks our kiss to look at me. He doesn’t stop moving against me, though. The sweatpants he’s wearing do nothing to conceal how hard he is.

Oh, fuck, this feelsgood. Fucking would probably feel better, but he’s who he is, and that’s out of the question. Holden releases my hand to twist my nipples and I moan. Now that I can use my hands, I slip them under his shirt to drag my hands across his back. The minute I make contact, he stiffens and flies off the bed. He doesn’t stop backing away until he’s standing on the other side of the room next to Finn.

“Don’t touch me.” He hisses.

I sit up, taking less than a second to process what he said. “Don’t touch you? Dude, you just had your tongue in my mouth, your hand around my neck and were sliding between my legs like you were a skating pro at the Ice Capades. But touching you is your hard limit?”

I click my tongue against my teeth. “I don’t know what fucking game you’re playing, but it’s over. Get the hell out of my room.”

Holden storms off, not needing to be told twice. I glare at Finn, who’s giving me puppy dog eyes. “If you’re about to ask to cum on my tits, the answer is, Hell. Fucking. No.”

His shoulders deflate. Then he brightens up again. “You’re right. You’re dealing. Processing what just happened between you and Holden. I’ll give you a few days to get over it.”

He walks out of my bedroom calling out, “Sweet dreams, Pet.”

Sweet dreams? After Holden got me all hot and horny? Not likely.

I check the time on my phone. It’s almost three am. I need to call Sasha when the sun comes up. Maybe she has some advice on what I can do to get laid, because there’s an unending supply of cunt teases in this town.

* * *

Coach Wolfe is being dismissive of me. I’m positive I’m being singled out because he’s answering everyone else’s questions like he’s got some sense. When it comes to me, he’s barking out his responses and gritting his teeth. My questions aren’t stupid either.

If he doesn’t know how much I need to rotate my hips to toss a two hundred pound gorilla of a man across the ring, he should just say that.

I’ve had enough of his shit attitude, so today when he asks for volunteers to demonstrate a new move with Roy Youngblood, the biggest guy in class, I jump to my feet instead of raising my hand, waiting tonotbe picked.

Michael crosses the floor and climbs onto the mats. “Sit down, Theona, and watch the real fighters in action.”

“Sure. Who are theserealfighters? Because I know you don’t mean you.”

He looks down at me, infusing extra bass in his voice. “Go on, little girl. The adults are working.”

He’s staring at my tits. After our run-in, in the alley, I already know what he thinks I’m good for. I fluff them, just because he’s a piece of shit, and to let him know I see him looking.

“LaReaux, have a seat.” Coach Wolfe yells from his spot against the wall.

“Coach, far be it from me to tell you how to run your class, but you said you’re teaching real world training scenarios. In what real world will I always be evenly matched against an opponent every time? As a woman, shouldn’t I know how to protect myself from an attack by a man that on the outside appears to be physically stronger than me?”

“This move takes practice, and I’m not looking to send anyone to the infirmary today, or field phone calls from daddy’s lawyers about why their little princess got injured.”

Jokes on him. I don’t have a daddy. “I signed the liability waiver just like everyone else, and if you’re this much of a chauvinist, maybe somebody’s lawyer should be coming after you for gender discrimination.”

I ignore theoohs and aahsand whispers about me talking back to the Big Bad Wolfe. Because yes, that’s exactly what the students call him. There’s a recurring question that always seems to pop into my head. How many of these girls know that his mouth definitely lives up to thebetter to eat you with,part of the story?

“I don’t mind working with her, coach.” Roy says, giving me a quick once over. I can see it in his eyes. If Coach Wolfe agrees, he’s gonna take it easy on me. Not exactly what I was going for, but I’m not gonna let my ego get in the way. I want to learn and train.

I’ve called two other gyms in the area and they both said the same thing. I have to get a signed permission slip from my coachat schoolto train in their gyms. What kind of bullshit is that? I’ve asked other students, and it really is a rule.

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