Page 11 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

H unter

I finally have a moment to step away from my work, heading outside for some fresh air and a cigarette, exiting through the back entrance for faculty.

September here is spectacular. Still warm enough during the day, and a slight chill in the air at night.

I sigh as I see students milling about everywhere.

I don’t want anyone to see me. Avoiding any interactions is best.

My mind wanders to the new student, Phoenyxx.

She's an anomaly. By all rights, she should be off her rocker crazy, but she is determined, headstrong, and remarkably smart. I can still feel the electric jolt that ran through me when I shook her hand. Did she feel it, too? I mentally slap myself, knowing I can’t think about a student that way.

I am walking towards the girls’ dorms when I hear a scream.

A student is standing in the doorway, her face white.

“Oh my God!” she yells on repeat. I quickly walk up to her before she can shut the door, grabbing it to keep it open.

She startles up at me, bolting before I can ask what happened.

I cautiously go inside, my own face paling when I see a girl sprawled out on her back on the floor, blood trickling from under her head. She isn’t moving.

“Fuck,” I mutter, moving forward to check her pulse and breathing. I see her face, and gasp. “Phoenyxx! Are you alright? Can you move?” There’s no response, so I fall into a squat to check her pulse. It's there, but her breathing is short and choppy.

“Hey, wake up, Pretty Girl! Please Phoenyxx…” I tap her cheek gently, exhaling when she starts to stir, with a low moan. I make a snap decision to gently pick her up.

She starts to struggle, muttering, “No, stop!”

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. It’s Mr. Harris...Hunter. I’m taking you somewhere safe.”

Her eyes fly open, her arms tightening around my neck. “Not medical, please not—” “But...” I interrupt, but she is adamant. I know taking her back to my room is a bad idea, but I need to know what happened to her before I figure out what to do. I am oddly enraptured by her, but I stuff that down.

Phoenyxx

My fingers and toes are numb. My hyperventilating is the likely cause.

My mind is fuzzy; all I know right now is whoever is holding me feels safe.

I burrow into a strong chest, inhaling a familiar scent.

I am gently put down on something soft, and I panic.

“No, no, no,” is all I can whisper. I crack open my eyes and see my shrink, Mr. Harris, in front of me.

I turn my head a bit to see I’m on a bed, in an unfamiliar room.

It looks homey and lived in. “Am I in your room?” I ask in a raspy voice.

“Yes, I brought you here when I found you. Do you remember what happened? I found you unconscious on the floor in the girls' dorm.”

“Oh my God,” I whisper, as fear grips me hard. “They...They...It was them.”

“Who is ‘them’, Phoenyxx?”

“I can’t say, please don’t make me tell you,” I plead. “I know you would have to report it, and I...” I trail off.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I promise to keep it here, but I HAVE to know if you’re in danger. I will not allow anyone to harm you.”

I struggle to sit up, getting hit with some vicious vertigo. Grabbing my head with a groan, I ask, “Do you have any painkillers?”

“Of course, I’ll be right back.”

I want to stand up, but I can’t. I feel like I’m going to puke, but I manage to keep my stomach under control. He walks back in with two tablets and a glass of water. “Thanks,” I say as he hands them to me.

“Do you want to go back to your room once I tend to your wounds?”

I shake my head, whimpering. He reaches down, sweeping me up in his strong arms, and carries me to the small bathroom. He sits me down on the counter. “I need to check you over; I’ll need to check under your clothing,” he says uncomfortably.

I blow out a breath, nodding my consent. He gently removes my blazer, then starts to unbutton my shirt. My breath catches, my pulse hammering when his fingers brush my bare skin. He clears his throat once my bra is exposed and slides the shirt off my shoulders. He silently inspects what he can see.

“There’s some bruising and swelling. I’ll need to see your back, too.”

I hop down to the floor, and slowly and awkwardly turn at the waist, and he steps over to see my back. His fingers trace my skin, and a moan slips out of me. I redden as I inwardly die of embarrassment. Between my legs is a growing, throbbing warmth unfamiliar to me. My nipples are tingling.

With bravery I didn’t know existed, I turn around to face him. I grab his gaze, slowly reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. He is breathing heavily. I let it fall to the floor, stretching my arms above my head. “Anything here?” I hoarsely whisper.

“Phoenyxx...” he groans out but reaches up with trembling hands to run his hands under my breasts, then up the sides. I arch my back, straining for more.

“Please,” I beg, not even knowing what I’m begging FOR.

His fingertips gently pass over my nipples, and I gasp as he firmly pinches them. “Oh God!”

He captures me by the waist, holding me steady.

As he continues to hold my gaze, he pushes down my skirt and panties.

He swallows hard, spinning me around again.

His hands run down my back, and over my ass.

The throbbing is impossible to ignore, and I feel the dampness between my legs. I moan louder.

He whirls me back around abruptly. With no words, he puts me back up onto the counter.

He steps between my legs, pushing them apart.

His fingers glide up my thighs, squeezing.

He reaches my core, pausing. I start wiggling around, needing contact.

Holding me open, he growls low in his throat as he sees my obvious excitement.

Those glorious fingers glide up my center, and I almost scream. I have NEVER felt like this before!

He comes closer, lips hovering over mine. “Yes, please, yes...” I whimper. I close my eyes when I feel the pressure of his lips against mine. He deepens the kiss, his tongue opening me deeper. I peek when I feel him shifting around, seeing his hard cock straining in his pants.

Suddenly, he rips himself away from me. “I am so sorry; I should never have touched you like that! Please get dressed and meet me outside the door.” He rushes off so fast I can’t get a word in.

My brows furrow in confusion. I know he wanted me as much as I wanted him, right? Why did he stop? And why did it feel so GOOD?

I decide to check myself in the mirror, muttering to myself.

There are bruises and contusions on my stomach, back, arms, and legs.

Prodding at my ribs, I inhale sharply as a bolt of pain lances through me.

I bend down to retrieve my clothes, pulling them back on.

Luckily, it seems the vertigo has passed.

“Um, Mr. Harris? I’m coming out now.”

His face is pale and full of sorrow. “What...?” I start, but he shushes me, cutting me off.

“You’ll be okay.” He pushes a bottle of pills into my hand. “The bruises will take a while to fade. Take two every six hours for swelling and pain. Your ribs are bruised but not broken. Stay in bed the rest of the day. I'll have Valley bring you some food later.”

“Can’t I just stay here? I am scared to go back to my dorm.”

“No, it’s really not a good idea. I can’t be close to you right now. You’ll be fine, I’ll keep an eye on your room.”

“Fine,” I bite out, conflicting emotions in my eyes. “Let’s just fucking go.”

He sighs, heading to his front door. “Follow me, okay? I’ll get you there safely.”

I keep silent as we walk to the dorm. He opens my door, motioning me inside. “I looked for your personal belongings, but there was nothing there.”

“Valley probably has them,” I mutter, staring towards the floor.

“Alright then, I’ll go. I am sorry again for...everything.”

“Yeah,” I say flatly. “Thanks, HUNTER.” I slam the door, cursing this fucking place, and everyone in it.

I pace back and forth, muttering about mixed signals.

I have never been aroused like that before and was going on pure instinct.

I swore years ago I would never have sex for pleasure.

After learning my body could be a weapon, I decided to hone it and use it only as such.

Mr. Harris—I mean Hunter—took me by surprise.

Never ever again! I can’t stay away from him, but I will keep as far from him as possible and say as little as possible during our sessions.

A loud thumping on my door has me whipping around, only exhaling when I hear a frantic Valley outside.

Before she gets loud, I quickly open the door.

She is flushed and panting, eyes dilated, hair a mess, and eyes red from crying.

“Oh, Thank God! I was so worried about you!” I yell, throwing my arms around her.

“Are you okay? What did those fuckbags do to you?” I question, my worried eyes taking her in.

“ME? Nyx, are you serious? They pushed you down the stairs! I saw you pass out! I tried so hard to get to you, but those assholes are strong...and scary! How did you get back here, with no key?”

“Umm...” I stall. “Hey, is that my stuff?” Valley has my backpack clutched in her hand.

“Don’t even change the subject!” she declares, stamping her foot.

I snatch my bag, looking inside. Everything is there.

“You better tell me! Please,” she says quietly, her eyes brimming with tears.

I blow out a breath. “If I tell you, you have to SWEAR you won’t say a word, no matter what. Okay?”

She nods, taking my hand to sit on the bed with her. “I woke up to being carried by a man. He took me to his room to check me out. Things got...heated...then he brought me back here, letting me in with a keycard he had.”

“WHAT?” she screeches. “What man? Oh my God, Nyx!”

“Val, it is really bad if it gets out. But to answer your question, it was Hunter. I mean, Mr. Harris,” I whisper the last part.

“HOLY BUCKETS! OUR SHRINK? Tell me EVERYTHING!”

“Yep,” I confirm. “He had to check me for injuries, so I had to...disrobe,” I blush furiously, looking at the door.

“His hands were drifting a bit, and I got kind of hot. So, I took off my bra.” I laugh, thinking of how ridiculous it sounds.

“He couldn’t tear his eyes away. He was feeling around for contusions.

Anyway...my panties came off, too. He, um, touched me, down there, and kissed me.

I mean kissed the fuck out of me!” Then he just put a stop to it and apologized.

Then brought me back here. I am SO confused! ” I wail, burying my head in my hands.

I glance over to my best friend, and her jaw is hanging open in shock. Next thing I know, she squeals, hugging me. “You lucky bitch! Damn, girl, that’s a happy ending, huh?” she laughs out.

“Tell that to my pussy,” I grumble. “I guess everyone has their firsts at some point.”

“Wait...back it up. Are you a virgin, Nyx?”

I feel my face heat. “If you mean consensually, then I guess I’m a virgin. Forced sex doesn’t count, right?”

“Oh, my sweet girlie, I am so sorry.” She strokes my cheek with compassion in her eyes. “Just say yes, you are. And your first kiss too?”

“Yeah, and it was unbelievable. I never knew it could be like that!”

“Well, alrighty then,” she snickers. “These deets won’t go anywhere. My loyalty lies with you! I have to go, though. If I’m caught out of my room, I don’t know what they’ll do to me,” she shivers.

“Them? The Six?” I ask sharply. “Did they threaten you?”

“It’s cool, I didn’t get hurt. Please don’t worry. I'll come get you first thing in the morning to get ready together. Toughness in pairs, right?”

“OH!” She dives into her own backpack, handing me a sandwich and a bag of chips. She fishes out a water bottle, also. “I brought you some dinner. No way was I going to let you starve!”

“Thanks,” I happily take the food. “See you tomorrow! Be safe!”

“Love you, bestie!” she says on her way out.

I smile, saying to myself, “I love you, too.”