Page 51 of That Girl is Trouble

I will my fist into the guy’s side. Kidney shot once, and then twice, and then over and over again until he’s tucking in his elbows to avoid my attack. I take the opportunity to throw him off and push back to my feet, and while he comes back quickly, I slam my forehead into his face and crush it against his nose.

Crack.

Blood pours down his mouth and chin, and as he attempts to regain his balance, I deliver a knee to his ribs before lunging at him and sending him onto his back. Then it’s my turn to slam my fists into his face.

I don’t notice when his body goes limp or when his head stops resisting the force of my knuckles. I don’t notice I’ve won until Tex’s hands are on me and he’s pulling me back, thrusting my fist into the air and shoving Kat into my chest.

I won.

I won her.

My head is heavy, and my ribs twinge every time I move. That fuck got in some pretty good hits.

The cheers from the crowd get louder as they tell me to claim my prize. And I do. Without looking at her, I grab her at the waist and sling her over my shoulder. I’m too pissed to do anything else. What the fuck was going on in that girl’s head?

Ignoring her yelps, I carry her through the crowd towards the exit to the clubhouse. She struggles, pounding against my back, but the rage is trickling back in now. The anger that hit the second I saw her in that ring, the heart-stopping, fucking blood-boiling horror that rushed over me the second I realized what she’d agreed to.

It isn’t until we’re in my room that I flip her off my back and then toss her onto my bed. “Kat,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Axe,” she says casually.

I grab a towel from my floor and press it to my split lip to stop the blood oozing down my chin. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Just having a little fun,” she says with a shrug.

“Fun? You fucking kidding me? That fuck and the rest of his Sinner brothers would have run a goddamn train on you tonight. Seventeen-year-old pussy for the taking. That what you wanted?”

She pauses, her mouth dropping open, but she snaps it shut quick. “I… no. I just wanted—”

“Wanted what?”

With an eye roll, she plants her hands on the mattress and pushes off my bed. It’s been seven months since I’ve seen her, but somehow we’ve fallen right back into what we always do. She pisses me off, I yell, she rolls her eyes, and I seriously consider flipping her over my fucking knee and slamming my hand down on her ass until she’s screaming.

“What are you gonna do, Axe?” She lifts her brows in challenge. “You claiming your prize, or am I leaving?”

My ribs ache, and my entire face throbs as I press the towel against it harder to stop the bleeding. “I hope that’s a fucking joke.”

“I’m out of here.” She sidesteps, but I follow her movement, blocking her as I thrust her back.

It’s the pure fury, I think, that brings me back to that thought. How she’d look bent over and struggling as I hold her down and show her exactly what fucking happens when she runs her mouth. When she plays games and pushes buttons just for the sake of pissing me off.

“You want to act like a little brat, Kitty, then I’ll fucking treat you like one.”

Before she can stop me, I grab her waist, drop to the bed, and throw her over my knee.

“Axe!” she yells. “What are you doing? What are you—”

I pull up her skirt and rip down her black panties, exposing her ass.

She fights against my hold, but I don’t let up as I slam my hand hard against her skin.

She cries out and thrashes in my lap as I spank her again and again. My knuckles are bloody from pummelling my fists into the face of the man who doesn’t get to touch her tonight. I focus on them, letting the sight feed my ire as I lay down my punishment.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

Over and over again, I slap her soft skin. Until it’s a deep crimson. Until the colour of her ass cheeks matches the colour of my raw knuckles. The sting on my hand feels too fucking good. And her cries, her yells of protest, quickly turn into something that sounds like she might actually be liking this. It’s not my imagination. She fucking likes what I’m doing to her. Disciplining, punishing, taking out my rage on her smooth, soft skin. And that sends a jolt straight to my dick.

Fuck. Enough.

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