Page 13 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

P hoenyxx

I'm walking to class the next day, zoning out in my head. I wonder if I’ll ever know what true romantic love is.

..blech, why did I go there? Fucking Harris made my body light up, and watching Valley flirt with Bryan is stirring up emotions I never thought I’d have.

And then there’s those BOYS...The Six. The SADISTIC Six, Phoenyxx!

Ugh, why do they have to be so hot? But so cruel, too.

Something in me stirs, causing me to bite my lip.

I draw blood; that’s when I remember the buzzing jolts of electricity I felt when getting a taste of blood. Maybe...

“Phoenyxx!” I jolt as my name is yelled. I look up to see Bryan jogging towards me. “Hey! I was hoping to run into you! Got a minute?”

“Of course! What’s up?”

“I wanted to ask you about your friend, Valley. Um...is she single?” He blushes adorably.

“Yep!” I laugh, loving his obvious interest in my bestie. “Want me to say something, or?—”

“No!” he cuts me off, with a small laugh. “I got it, it’s cool. Also, I wanted to be sure you’d be ok with it. I like you, and don’t want to wreck a new friendship.”

“Oh, no problem! I’ve never had a guy friend, it’s pretty awesome to have two besties!” I blurt out.

He holds his hand up, and I blink in confusion. It just hangs in the air awkwardly. “A high five?” he grins.

“Oh shit!” I laugh a little too loud, smacking hands with him. “I haven’t had much—well, any—social contact. Sorry if I looked like a dumbass!”

“Oh, alright. It's completely fine. I'm happy to help if you need advice, or whatever.”

“I believe I have that covered,” a deep voice says from behind me. Bryan's face grows pale, and he swallows. I turn slowly, locking eyes with Trikk. His mouth kicks up in a half-grin. “Hey, Bambi! Want an escort to class? You have Biology, right?”

I gape up...and up...at him in incredulity.

This close, he is sin on legs! His emerald greens pierce my soul, and I start to tremble.

His dark brown hair looks messy, his bangs swept over his eye.

His tattoos peek out from under his blazer, and the six-pack he’s rocking is still obvious under his clothing.

“What. The. Actual. Fuck? Are you on drugs?”

He laughs, reaching forward to tuck a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. “Silly little doe! I’m just being nice!” He winks...actually fucking winks at me! He grabs my bag away, holding his crooked arm for me to take. I go to glance at Bryan, but he’s gone. I don’t blame him!

“DO NOT touch me, got it?” I mutter. “And don’t hit me, okay?”

He shakes his head, losing the smile. “Let’s go, we’re going to be late.”

I decide not to fight back, my body needs to recover from all the damage THEY have already inflicted.

I tentatively take his arm, choosing to take the easier route, and am assaulted by the delicious smell of HIM. Spice and cotton. My pulse picks up, and energy shoots straight to my pussy. Oh, hell no, I tell myself. Hard no list! I will chalk it up to a purely physical reaction. Nothing more.

“So, what’s your deal? Why are you all of a sudden being human?”

He smirks, pulling me in closer. He drags his nose up my throat and purrs in my ear. “Mmmm...you smell divine...”

I jerk back, but not in time to school my reaction. My skin pebbles, my nipples hardening. “Maybe I want to get to know you, and find out how you taste, Bambi,” he answers, licking his lips.

“Never going to happen, Playboy!” I snark back.

He laughs, guiding me into the classroom. He pulls his arm away, only to quickly draw it over my shoulders, pulling me tight to him. There's a godawful shriek from the back. I groan, knowing Destiny is about to make a scene.

“Trikk! What are you doing? Why are you touching the trash?” She steps up in my face, pushing me away from him.

“Oh, fuck no, you cunt!” I roar. I am DONE with this shit!

I reach out, grabbing the front of her shirt.

My blood stirs, electricity zipping through my body.

All I can hear is the hum. I raise her up off the floor with one hand by her neck, slamming her back against the wall.

With the other, I rip the shirt right from her body.

She winces at the burn left behind and goes to scream.

I squeeze harder, cutting off her voice.

“Karma is a BITCH!” I growl. Something is shoved into my hand, metallic and cold.

I glance at the knife and back up to Trikk’s face.

He just nods his head and steps back. With a smile, I slash off her bra, leaving her exposed tits to the whole room.

I slice through her skirt, raising an eyebrow at her lack of underwear.

I lower her back down, still gripping her throat.

Even though her feet are on the ground, she can't move.

I bring the blade to the spot below her ear, slowly dragging it down to the area between her breasts.

With a grunt of satisfaction, I slice deeper. The blood turns me into a beast.

I turn us both and push her back against Trikk.

He grabs her arms and holds her still. I lean forward, taking her nipple between my lips.

I look up at her face as I gently lick and circle it.

She lets a moan escape, which spurs me on further.

I let my other hand trail down between her legs, sliding my finger up and down her slit.

Her VERY wet slit. I push through, spearing three fingers deep inside her. “Take it, bitch,” I purr into her ear.

“Motherfucker,” Trikk breathes. “That is the hottest thing I’ve seen!” Groans of male agreement echo through the room.

I keep thrusting, brushing her clit with my thumb. She jolts, clenching around my fingers. “Give it to me,” I pant. “Show everyone how you’re my bitch!”

I wait for the golden moment, and she cries out against my grip on her neck.

Right at that moment, I bite down on her nipple, HARD.

I feel her areola skin split and tear between my teeth, blood filling my mouth.

I lap it up, grinning at the feeling of it running down my chin.

Bits of flesh are even stuck between my teeth. I drop her without a care.

Trikk hauls me up, throwing me over his shoulder, fireman style, grabbing my bag.

“Okay, Crazy Bambi, that’s enough.” I flail and try to escape, but he just carries me all the way out of the building.

He takes me into the boys’ dorm and goes to the floor with the “special” rooms, all the way to the end.

He lets himself in, depositing me on the black leather couch placed in front of a large-screen TV.

I shoot up immediately, but he just says, “You can’t get out, Bambi.

You’re locked in. Let's just be good and wait for the others. They'll be back any time now.”