Page 130 of Twisted Legacy

“That’s probably a lie. You’re never honest.”

I don’t let him see how much that stings. One thing I pride myself on is my honesty. I didn’t have shit growing up, but I always had the integrity of my words. People may not have liked me, but they could trust that when I spoke, it was the truth. “I’m always honest. You guys are just too busy trying to shut me up or too pigheaded to listen, so you can’t hear the truth when it’s offered to you.”

I step into the ring, done with talking to his bullheaded ass. He climbs through the ropes and stands across from me, critiquing my form. He’s trying to get a rise out of me, and when I grow tired of hearing his mouth, I taunt him back. I’ve learned two things about him from all the time he spends harassing me in the ring. His ego can’t handle being ignored, and he gets pissy when I call his manhood into question.

Last week, I decided that if he was gonna stand there and criticize me, then he needed to make himself useful. I threw a punch which he barely dodged- and every time since then- we’ve spent twenty minutes in the ring, with me pounding on his ass. I like that he fights back. I haven’t won any of our sparring matches yet. Pax is good, but I would let someone pull my nails off with rusty pliers before admitting it.

He’s also an obnoxious winner. I don’t get upset about him teasing me after he wins, because I take each loss as a learning opportunity. With every fight I know I’m one step closer to taking him down to the mats. With that goal in mind, I swing, slamming my fist into his cheek.

Chapter75

Holden

I’m leaning against the wall of the library on a call when I hear someone say, “Little Thea LaReaux. It’s so nice to finally see you.”

Moving to the edge of the wall, I see Thea walk past the guy, ignoring the garbage he’s spitting.

“Where’s all that sass I keep hearing about? Is it in your ass?”

He grabs a handful of her right ass cheek, then grabs her tit when she turns to confront him. Before she can react, I’m on him, tossing his ass against the building.

I don’t think about the consequences of what I’m doing, operating on pure rage and instinct. Every punch echoes. Every hit produces a crunch. “Don’t you ever fucking touch her.” I hit him again. “Got some fucking nerve touching my girl. Your daddy should have told you to keep your hands to your. Self.”

The satisfying sound of his nose breaking is not enough. The heavy wet squishing sound as I pulverize his face is not enough. The rage consumes me. Overpowering and suffocating. Once I let it out, there’s never any way to tame it without knocking me out. And that’s exactly what’s going to need to happen. I’m cognizant of movement on my left. People should know better than to approach me.

I glance over to see whose ass I’m kicking next. It’s her. Thea’s standing next to me, looking down at him. I want to hit him again, just so he can never look at her again. I raise my fist and she jumps in front of me.

She’s protecting him? After all this? Now I’ll kill him. She steps with me, keeping between us, so I can’t exact another blow.

I look at her face and see her lips moving. Whatever she’s saying is lost on me. My chest heaves as I hold the guy by his bloody shirt. I can’t hear shit through the ringing in my ears. The rage has me firmly in its grasp. But I feel something on my hand. I look down to see Thea’s holding onto it, rubbing her thumb across my damaged knuckles. She’s trying to calm me down. I blink and shake my head, trying to clear the fog and focus on what she’s saying.

“Hey pretty boy. His dentist has enough work that he can retire off of. How about you stop making the rich richer?”

What is she talking about?

“You need to feed your monster? Wanna play with your food? Come play with me. You don’t need to beat the shit out of him. He might deserve it, but that’s not satisfying you. That’s why you can’t turn it off.” She steps closer. “I know what you need. I know exactly what will put the monster back in its cage.”

She tugs my hand. “Come play with me.”

I can see clearly enough now to know Finn’s here. He says, “Pet, you don’t want-.”

Thea holds her hand up to stop him from coming any closer and continues pulling me towards the path that leads to our dorm. I can feel him following, but he doesn’t try to interrupt again. Not until she ducks off the pavement and pulls me behind a tree.

“Thea…”

She ignores his warning and drops to her knees, rubbing my cock through my pants. My dick hardens. The haze is still in front of my eyes, but I can see her through it, staring up at me. She strokes me up and down, curiosity on her face. What could she possibly want to know? Why I’m like this? Why I beat that piece of shit the way I did?

“I wanna know what your rage tastes like.” She says, answering the questions swirling in my head.

My voice rasps out, “You don’t.”

“Yes. I do. Do your worst, pretty boy.”

Instead of calming me down, she’s riling me up. And because the anger is still at the surface, I dive into it, wanting to make her hurt. “You’re such a fucking tease. Did you wear this shirt, tits hanging out and these tight ass jeans to get noticed? You were trying to get your ass grabbed. Begging for attention.”

I fist her hair. “I split my hands open because of you. His blood is on my hands.” I tip her chin up. “But his blood is onyourhands, too. This is your fault.” Her eyes are hooded. “Did you like it? Did you like seeing me turn into a monster because of you, you little slut?” I tug her hair so hard that I’m sure I dislodged a few hairs. She winces through the pain. “Oh, did that hurt? You haven’t felt anything yet.”

I release my grip long enough to yank her shirt over her head and lower my zipper. I fist my dick, stepping closer, then shove it into her mouth in one forceful stroke.

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