Page 77 of Twisted Legacy

“You know I don’t do drugs.”

“The drink or shots you had, maybe both, were laced. Don’t you feel your skin tingling? Your body getting worked up? Your clit starting to throb?”

Her brows furrow as she realizes maybe it’s more than a little buzz she’s got going on.

“Let Finn walk you through this and help you release.”

She’s shaking her head. “I had help for my throbbing clit, and he scared them off.”

I ignore her pout and say, “I’ll keep scaring them off, too.”

She twists out of my hold. “I don’t need a man. I can handle this myself back at my dorm.”

I step in front of her so she can’t leave, and Coach says, “If you walk out of here, I can guarantee there is a gang of people waiting to pounce on you, Pet. This cocktail shouldn’t be taking effect this soon. So that means they wanted you out of it so they could fuck you without you fighting back.”

“Isn’t that what you brought me in here to do? How do I know you didn’t do this to me?”

Coach answers before I can say anything. “LaReaux, if I thought he did this, I wouldn’t let him anywhere near you.”

He steps closer, stroking her cheek. “You might be fighting me about training you, but I’m still your coach and I still have big plans for whenever you’re ready to return to the ring. I want you on my ticket. I want to give you what I promised you, but I need you safe.” His voice drops. “Be a good girl and let him lick that pussy.”

“Wolfe…” She pants his name, pinches her nipples, and presses her thighs together.

“I’ll be close by. Making sure nobody interrupts.”

He ignores the rest of her refusal and says, “Take care of her, Finn.”

“Oh, god.” She pants. “I don’t want you, Finn. Don’t touch me. Wolfe can do it.”

I pull her back against my chest, gently caressing her breast, and tweak her nipple through her bra. She tries to pull away. I should let her. But Coach is right. If she leaves, she’ll probably be walking into an ambush. She’ll be so high and horny she won’t even care. Maybe I should let her, instead of giving her one more thing to hate about me.

“Don’t overthink it, Rhodes. She needs help.”

Someone comes crashing through the door. Pax is weaving from side to side. Shit, was he dosed too? What the hell is even happening tonight? I don’t have time for this shit. If Holden is cocked too, I’ll be on babysitting duty all night.

Pax wanders over to us and glares at the hand I have on Thea’s tit. He shoves my hand out of the way, replacing it with his. He’s got no hang ups about touching her. He’s definitely on drugs because he never touches her. Hehatesher and I’m sure he’d rather his dick fall off than put it anywhere near here. Yet here he is. Squeezing her tit with this awed look on his face, like he’s never touched one before.

I meet Coach’s gaze. Surprised he’s really not going to put a stop to this. It’s twisted. He’s pushing a student to fuck people she hates. I know they’re hooking up. But Holden and I have an agreement, not to mention it.

A grunt brings my attention back to the two people in front of me. Thea’s still trying to run, and Pax is holding his nose. Coach steps up, and growls, “Why are you being so damn difficult, LaReaux?”

“Because I hate them. I said I can tough this out myself.”

“You’re being stubborn and trying to put yourself in danger. You know I don’t tolerate that.” He squeezes her face, likely leaving marks. “Mr. Cox. For that little stunt she just pulled, you get to dish out my punishment.”

He never looks away from Thea when he says. “Fuck the foreplay. Pull out your dick and shove it into her weeping cunt.” He chuckles when her eyes widen. “Mr. Rhodes. You get her mouth.”

He was gentle earlier. Probably because he was trying to get her compliance, butthisis the Deacon Wolfe I’m used to. Hard. Unrelenting. Callous. His voice drops a bit, but I still hear him say, “The longer you fight this, the worse it gets. Your body’s on fire, isn’t it? Your pussy begging to be filled?”

She whimpers, and Coach Wolfe steps behind her, hooking his arm around her neck. Without hesitation, Pax pushes his pants down, freeing his dick.

“Not him. Please, not him.”

“Yes, him. Every. Single. Inch.”

I wait for Pax to do the opposite of what he was told and take her mouth. He hasn’t put his dick in a pussy in almost two years. But he breaks his pussy ban, rolls on a condom, and hooks her legs around his waist before shoving into her.

She’s not listening to Coach. She’s fighting it. He says, “Don’t think about how much you hate them. Think about how much you love fucking. You can do that and get through this, right?”

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