Page 22 of Savage Scream

She’s shared her voice with Griffin, and emergency services, and now she’s talking with her hands to a complete fucking stranger, but all she gives me is words on a screen.

Mr Hoberman laughs and nods, looking fucking pleased about something before facing the class again.

“Looks like we have a skilled volunteer. Dee and I will show you some basic grappling moves.”

Heat washes over me as I watch the man put his hands on Dee, like it’s fucking ok, and they do a series of moves that I hear no explanation about because all I can hear is my fucking blood rushing past my ears.

“Hey. What the fuck is going on?” Marcus steps in front of me, whispering as he frowns.

“What?” I whisper back.

“You’re practically growling, and you look like you’re ready to kill. You need to chill the fuck out.” Marcus turns a concerned gaze over his shoulder to where Dee has just ninja’d the instructor.

“He shouldn’t be touching her like that,” I hiss and Marcus turns back, trying to bite back a smirk.

“He’s not hurting her, man.”

“No. But she… likes it.”

Marcus releases a brief chuckle before trying to compose himself. “She likes martial arts, by the looks of it. It’s not about the instructor. I’m sure she would prefer your hands on her body.”

“Hmmm. Maybe,” I mutter, and Grady shakes his head as he steps aside again.

“Ok, so everyone, please partner up and we will try a few basic grapples.”

The instructor’s words set my feet in motion, my eyes trained on my prize as I weave through the other students.

“Dee is my partner,” I announce as I step onto the mat, gaining the instructor’s attention.

“Oh, is that ok with you, Dee?” The instructor asks, and I’m about ready to tell him that he doesn’t need to ask her, because she’s mine, but she nods and offers him a smile.

A fucking smile.

The instructor nods before walking off, and I glare at Dee.

“You’ll smile so easily for him, but I have to work for it?”

Her dark brows shoot up and she gives me a ‘really’ look.

“Yeah, really,” I snap and she frowns before I grab her wrist. “You can’t use your phone to write me a message and tell me to stop during this class, Dee. Looks like you’ll have to use your words.”

She tilts her head at me, frowning, before lifting her hand and raising her middle finger.

I smirk.

And then she snatches her wrist free of my grip and plants me on my arse.

The class laughs, even my fucking mates, and the instructor calls out his fucking praises to Dee, so I roll over and grab both her legs when she turns her back on me and I reef her feet from under her sending her crashing to the floor.

Gasps sound around the room as Dee lands on her tummy. There’s a part of me that knows I should be fucking scared of her. I know who she really is. I know she has the skills to kill me before I take my next breath, but when she looks over her shoulder at me with a killer fucking smirk, I feel nothing but primed and ready to take her wrath.

Before I know what’s happening, Dee has rolled us both and is on my back with her arms around my neck in some sort of chokehold. The moment I move to get off the floor—because let’s be honest, Dee is as light as a feather—she wraps her legs around me from behind like a fucking monkey.

“You know, all this is doing is turning me on,” I hiss so only she can hear, and her legs grip tighter. I try to fling her forward off my back, but somehow, I end up the one flung forward, and now Dee is straddling my front as she presses her arms and chin to my shoulders.

I’ll give it to her. She’s stronger than she looks.

The class is cheering Dee on, and I should be focused on trying to get her off me, but she keeps fucking moving over my crotch, and now my dick is rising to attention for the second time today.

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