Page 101 of Sinful Desires

Third hour dragged on, and relief enveloped me in its embrace. I’d been anticipating this moment all day since Collin told me to meet him in the field. I needed some kind of release. If that meant torturing Aspen again, then that’s exactly what I planned on doing.

Collin and I walked side by side as we made our way to our destination. Aspen had a head start, walking several feet in front of us with her hips swaying side to side involuntarily. I might have hated everything about her, but I was still a guy.

When I noticed Collin watching her ass too, a smirk tilted the corner of my mouth, and I nudged him gently. “Why don’t we just fuck her and get her out of our system once and for all?”

A breath of laughter escaped him, and he ripped his gaze away from the girl and pinned his eyes on me. “I’ve already fucked her,” he reminded me.

“I mean all of us. At the same time.”

His eyes widened almost immediately as the words left my mouth, making me laugh.

“Think about it,” I pushed. “We’re all attracted to her. Even Foster’s stubborn ass. I think a lot of our issues stem from sexual tension and frustration. It’s knocking us off our game.”

Collin didn’t say anything as we continued our way to the soccer field. His eyebrows were drawn together as the wheels turned inside his head.

“I don’t see Foster agreeing to it,” he pointed out, actually considering it.

I nodded in agreement. He was right about that. After Foster practically walked in and saw her being fucked by Monroe, there was no way he’d want anything to with this.

Our conversation came to a halt once we made it to our destination. My gaze snapped to Jessica instantly and my chest tightened when she looked away, followed by anger because Aspen was the one to blame for it.

Collin made his way to the front of where they all stood, his presence alone demanding their attention. He waited until they were all in a line before continuing, leaving me to observe off to the side.

“Today we’re doing independent drills,” he began. “I want you all to remain lined up as you are. You will be given a ball.” When he gestured to the sack of balls lying nearby, everyone scrambled to do what they were told before returning to the line they’d formed.

As they all stood there, awaiting his next order, Collin made a show of looking at them before his gaze settled on Aspen—a bored expression imprinted into her face.

“Would you do me the honors of joining me?” he questioned, malice creeping into his gaze. Uncertainty flashed across her face but didn’t bother to comment on it. “I’m waiting,” he continued, an impatient edge to his tone.

Realizing she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter, she released a loaded sigh before tucking the orange ball she’d grabbed beneath her arm. As she made her way toward Collin, the scent of eucalyptus and spearmint poured from her in waves, making me want to inhale but I fought against it.

“You remember how to do planks right?” he inquired.

Furrowing her eyebrows, she snapped her head over in his direction. “What does that have to do with drills?”

“Answer the question,” I ordered, folding my arms across my chest, ready to get to the fun part.

Releasing a huff, she rolled her eyes but then nodded.

“Great,” Collin mused, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You won’t mind showing us then, right?”

Casting my gaze back over to the row of students, I studied them. Some were intrigued, others nervous, some even looked terrified for her.

“If I do this, you’ll leave me the hell alone?”

He shrugged. “Sure.” I watched intently as he gestured toward the ground, urging her to obey him. I didn’t know what he had planned, but I knew she wasn’t going to like it. I could live with that.

Hesitantly, she lowered herself to the ground as she was told and extended her arms and legs out on either side of her as she got into position to do the plank. As her neck dropped slightly, her bangs fell in front of her face.

Moving to stand beside her, he looked down at her. Everyone was silent around us, anticipating what would happen next. When she attempted to rise, Collin placed his foot against her upper back and shoved her back down into the dirt.

Gasps and mutters erupted all around us, but they knew better than to interrupt.

“Collin,” she growled, attempting to get his foot off her. Unfortunately for her, there was no way she could possibly do that from the position she was in.

“Sorry, what was that?” he mocked, moving his foot from her back. Just when she tried to rise again, his shoe met the side of her head instead, and he was pushing it back into the ground.

Gripping his ankle, she attempted to claw it, and then punched it, anything she could manage, but that didn’t work either. She might as well have been trying to punch through a tree trunk.

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