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It lasts hours, but I never move, my brain replaying the images of Six bent in my arms and then prone beneath my knee until my erect cock throbs so hard that it drowns out the pain in my back.

Chapter 13

Phoenix

It’s obvious that Six does everything in her power to avoid me over the next week.

She’s last in the door for class and first to gather her shit and run out when the bell rings, careful to steer clear of any confrontations with me. I’m enjoying seeing her work this hard to avoid me when I could ruin it all with no effort.

But I don’t. I need to stay away from her as much as she wants to stay away from me.

I amble into the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants and head straight for the coffee machine.

“Panther’s healing nicely,” Rogue says from behind me. His tone might come off even to anybody who doesn’t know him like I do, but he’s got a hidden agenda, I can tell.

“It is.” I reply simply.

“Remind us of when you got it again?” Rhys asks, smiling innocently.

“Why does that matter?”

“Oh, it doesn’t,” he answers, offhandedly.

Rogue jumps in. “We’re just wondering if you got it the same night two dozen people saw a certain redhead running for her life, followed very closely by a dark-haired shadow stomping after her. That’s bringing back all sorts of memories, isn’t it, Rhys?”

“Loads,” he acquiesces and they’re both getting punched in the mouth once I’m done with my coffee, “You guys used to love playing a very similar game when we were kids.”

A full week later the memory of her writhing in the dirt while I held her down still gets my cock just as hard.

“I was telling her she’s not welcome and to leave the party,” I grit out through clenched teeth.

“Sure, and when she did exactly what you asked and started leaving, naturally you… followed her?”

Rogue is full on grinning now, his smile evil, and the urge to break a few of his teeth buzzes in my veins.

“You saw that wrong.”

“By the way, did I miss the memo where we’re talking to her again?” Rhys asks, before the charming smile he uses to get his way stretches easily across his face, “You should have let me know, Phoenix, I have a few things to say to her myself. Maybe I’ll catch up with her this week.” He finishes with a suggestive wink.

I round the table and calmly walk up to him. I know he thinks that I’m going to punch him, but why should I hurt myself because of this fucker?

I press my thumb into the flesh of his shoulder right behind his clavicle and apply a bit of pressure. Immediately, he turns red and a vein pops in his forehead as pain shoots through his body and he keels over, his muscles contracting painfully.

He tries to dislodge my hand, but I hold on tight.

“You will not.” I say, pleasantly.

I finally loosen my grip and step back while he clutches his shoulder.

“Noted, mate.” He says, choking out a breath. “Fuck, that hurt.”

“Dickhead,” I tell him, walking back to the counter to grab my iced coffee.

Rogue changes the subject before we go for round two. “How’re you feeling about next weekend?”

Over the past couple of years, I’ve started participating in underground fights. Depending on the date or location, it’s typically a different type of fighting, everything from MMA and muay thai to standard boxing and kickboxing.

I’ve been dominating in MMA and muay thai but have only dabbled in boxing. Since I wanted to up the ante, I booked a fight next weekend against Troy Fraser, an underground boxing champ who’s been undefeated in his last ten fights.

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