Page 46 of Sinful Desires

“Yep. Been here since freshman year.”

My eyes widened at that revelation. She’d been here for a long time. I wondered what got her placed here at such a young age. Deciding that it wasn’t my place to ask, I allowed my gaze to flicker back to the board on the wall.

“How do you move up?” I questioned, scooting over so that she had a place to sit.

Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and she was dressed in some athletic pants and a matching sports bra.

“By fighting. Everyone has a rank after their first fight,” she explained. “For example: if you fight someone who’s at three-hundred and win, you’ll only move up like…one on the chart. But if you’re at the bottom and you fight someone who happens to be in the top twenty, then you’ll skyrocket on that bitch and knock them back a few.”

I nodded as I let that sink in. Out of nowhere, the scoreboard flashed, and the image contorted into something else. That was new…

Two names flashed across the screen, one of them just so happening to be Myles. And then some dude named Brayden.

“Why does Myles get to go first?” I questioned, his name leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

“He’s in first place. They go off your rank. After his fight, he can choose to leave if he wants to, or if he’s feeling big enough—which he usually is—then he might stay and pick up a second fight.”

Of course he does. Sadistic fucker.

Myles didn’t hesitate before approaching the ring and slinking between the rope. Black gloves hugged his knuckles nicely, leaving his fingers exposed.

“Who do you think will win?” I continued as Brayden climbed into the ring sloppily.

She snorted at that. “You’re kidding, right?” Her gaze searched mine for some sign that I was joking, but when she realized I wasn’t, she just shook her head in disbelief. “Just watch.”

Brayden was a lot bigger than Myles and exuded just as much confidence. When the bell went off for the fight to start, he started moving around the ring, dancing back and forth on his toes. Myles stood on the other side of the ring—unmoving. It was like he knew Brayden was just taunting him and had no intention of striking just yet.

When Brayden finally lunged for the attack, Myles twirled out of his way with ease, causing Brayden to fly into the rope that had been behind him moments before. The crowd went wild and started chanting my tormentor’s name. My lip curled with disgust as he was praised all around the school.

Brayden quickly recovered and was gunning for Myles again within seconds while his back was turned. My breath got lodged in my throat as I anticipated what would happen next. Once he was close enough to attack, Myles made his move, slamming his elbow backwards into Brayden’s face with brutality. Despite the room being loud, I could hear the crunch of his nose and blood gushed from it profusely. Brayden quickly covered his nose, but his opponent wasn’t finished with him yet. Myles took his foot, slamming into the guy’s shin, causing a slur of curse words to flow from his mouth. Myles kicked him again—this time in the kneecap. The blow caused his knees to buckle and he collapsed.

Out of all the fights I’ve witnessed, this had to be the most brutal.

Myles climbed on top of Brayden, straddling him so he could get better momentum as he continued to bash his face in with his fists and elbows.

Looking around frantically, no one seemed like they were in a hurry to stop the fight. Dread coiled in my stomach as disbelief washed over me.

Brayden slumped to the ground and the whistle blew, indicating that it was the end of the fight. My heart thudded rapidly in my chest as paramedics rushed onto the floor and hauled the unconscious dude out of the room on a stretcher.

My gaze drifted over to Myles, who was staring right at me, a sadistic grin etched into his features. Ice slithered through my veins at the darkness lurking within his gaze, promising me nothing but pain.

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Chapter 14

Myles

Adrenaline pumped through me as I crept outside into the night, sticking to the shadows. Nothing but darkness surrounded us, and I found that I liked it this way. Nobody could see me unless I said so, and that was a raw form of power on its own.

Normally I would have fought two to three times, but I needed enough energy to do what needed to be done tonight. Ever since I saw her—or realized that it was her—I’d been biding my time, thinking of what to do and when to do it. Tonight was the perfect opportunity. Especially when I overheard her telling Gia that she needed to run to the bathroom and not to stay behind, that she’d see her tomorrow.

I didn’t want to break her too fast, and there was a lot of torture she needed to endure before it satisfied the beast inside of me. So tonight, she was lucky. Well—maybe lucky wasn’t the right word.

When her silhouette rounded the corner, my heart seemed to beat faster. Between the fight and what was about to happen, I had a major hard on. She moved onto the sidewalk, being one of the last people to leave the building, meaning that she was completely alone and at my mercy.

Just as she stepped toward the dormitories, I jumped out of the shadows behind her as she was just passing me and slapped one hand over her mouth and the other curled around her waist. She didn’t hesitate before kicking and flailing, her muffled screams doing nothing but turning me on.

Pulling her back into the shadows with me, she slammed her elbow into my ribs, causing me to grunt in annoyance. I liked it when they fought, but now wasn’t the time. Pinning her arms beneath the one I had wrapped around her; I began dragging her in the direction of the woods.

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