Page 21 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

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I storm into the apartment, ready to murder Trikk.

One of our pansy-ass informants told me he left with her HOURS ago and hasn’t been seen since.

I stalk up to his bedroom door, listening with my ear to the door.

I hear nothing. Frowning, I push open the door.

My jaw clenches when I see a very naked Trikk intertwined with an also very naked Phoenyxx. Motherfucker!

I silently push forward, hauling his ass up off the bed. “Bro...” he stammers nervously, cutting his eyes towards the girl. “Don’t wake her...”

I say nothing as I drag him out of the room, shoving him into the living room. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Trikk? What part of DON’T FUCK HER confused you?”

“Synn, man...look, it wasn’t my intent. She is just...well, one hell of a temptress, and...”

His sentence cuts off when I ball up my fist and punch him straight in the mouth.

He staggers back, anger sweeping over his features.

He makes to swing back, feigning a punch, then cutting left to sweep my knee.

My leg buckles, but I straighten up without falling.

I push him hard, and he collides with the sofa.

He curses as he gets up, throwing an uppercut that lands on my jaw.

I shake my head to clear it, getting my next strike ready.

Before I can finish him and knock him out, the front door opens, Razor rushing inside. He steps between us, arms out to keep us apart. “What is wrong with you both? Time the fuck out! Trikk—take a walk with me, man.”

Trikk narrows his gaze at me, then agrees with Razor with a nod.

He pulls a pair of pants on, and they both leave.

Once they are gone, I beeline for the bedroom.

It looks like Doe is still sleeping. I pull up the chair from in front of the computer desk to the bed.

I lean forward, resting my chin on steepled fingers.

She has no idea—no one does—that I watch her sleep every night. I have a master keycard that grants me entrance to almost every room on campus. A perk of being a Mafia heir.

She is so pretty and innocent as she sleeps. She has frequent nightmares, which I always watch with fascination. She seems so peaceful right now, though.

She jostles awake with a start, confusion on her face at the unfamiliar surroundings. She jerks upright when she sees me, snatching up the comforter and wrapping it around herself. “What the holy fuck? Where is Trikk?”

“Gone,” I snap. “Tell me—did you fuck him?”

“None of your business, asshole!”

I shoot my hand forward, gripping her throat. I pull her away from the comforter she’s clutching. “Do I need to do a body check, Doe?”

“Fuck you! Ugh! Fine—yes, we fucked! And it was amazing!” she yells, raising her chin, making no move to cover herself again.

“That was a very, very bad idea.” My voice rises as my temper rages. “How many of my brothers have you fucked?”

She smacks at my hand, anger making her skin turn red. “I’m not telling you shit, Synn! It’s my business!”

I snarl, squeezing her throat. “Do not fuck with me, little girl! You belong to ME!”

“What-the-fuck-ever!” She rolls her eyes, kicking out at me, trying to catch me off guard. I tsk at her.

I let go of her throat abruptly and pull sharply on her legs, forcing her to lie flat. “Over,” I command, making her flip onto her stomach. I smack her ass hard.

“Ouch, damn!”

“I will only ask this ONCE. Remember, you are at my mercy right now. So, I highly suggest you tell the truth.” My stomach bottoms out as my rage takes over. My vision flits in and out, my breaths becoming shorter. I am so close to losing it completely—if I do, I’ll black out.

“How many have you given this ass to?”

“What? That's a bit broad; can you be more specific?” she mutters into the mattress.

I feel my face heat more, and I smack her ass harder, this time, with a closed fist. Her breath leaves her, and she stiffens in pain.

“My brothers? At this fucking institution?”

“NONE. Happy now? I’ve never given my ass to anyone. Ever.”

Upon hearing that response, my demon comes fully roaring to the surface.

I lean all the way in, holding her down by the back.

I yank a pillow towards me. I force her hips up, sliding the pillow underneath.

I position myself between her legs, forcibly widening them.

She starts to struggle in earnest now, with cries of, “No, no!” leaving her lips.

I say nothing. I take my rock-hard cock out of my pants, spitting in my hand, coating myself with a few determined strokes.

I spit once more onto her ass, watching it slide down into her crack.

“I am taking this from you and fully claiming you. Phoenyxx, from here on out, you will be my pet. You will do WHAT I say, WHEN I say.”

Sobs burst through her, shivers wracking her body. “Synn, don’t, please! I'll...um...give it to you willingly. Let me adjust, please?”

I break out into an evil laugh. “Too late.” I line up my cock with her tight little asshole and PUSH. It's so dry and tight, I can barely move. I groan as it takes me several attempts, but I finally seat myself fully into her. Her sobs have become cries, making me smile.

I pull back out almost all the way, then slam back in. I feel the tissue rip and tear with my force. Warm blood coats me, easing my movements.

She screams, a blood-curdling denial. “NO! Stop...stop...stop...”

I reach around to cover her mouth with my hand. I pick up my pace, feeling my balls start to draw up as I near my release. I let up from her back with the other hand, grabbing her hip so hard; I feel blood form under my fingers.

I move at a punishing pace, racing to the finish line.

My orgasm rushes up through me, burning every cell in my body.

I roar, as it pulses out of my cock, hot and hard.

She jolts with each surge of my never-ending come.

Only when I’m empty, and softening, do I slap her ass again, and pull out.

I look down and see I'm covered in her blood. I laugh, watching her as she very slowly turns over. She winces trying to sit up, centering her weight off her ass. She doesn’t say a word, just blinks up at me, tears streaking her beautiful face.

Good. I hope I broke her. I turn away and stroll back out of the room.

I shove my dick back into my pants and go right out the front door.

I'm keeping her blood on me...my trophy.

I am power walking through the courtyard, still seeing red. People scatter once they see the murder in my eyes. I am clenching my teeth so hard; my jaw is throbbing.

I see that dimwit friend of Doe’s up ahead, Valley, or something. I march up to her, grabbing her shoulder.

“Hey!” she shouts as she whirls around, eyes getting comically big when she sees me.

“You should probably go check on your girl. Call your little boyfriend too—to get you into the building. She's in Trikk’s room, in the boys’ dorm. The door is open.”

Her jaw drops, color leaving her face. “Wait, what? What is wrong with Nyx? Why is she...?”

“GO NOW!” I shout. She winces and hauls ass, breaking out her phone, chattering a hundred miles an hour as she jogs away.

I am heading to the gym. I need to beat the shit out of something right now.

I liked defiling the girl—a little too much.

The fear in her eyes, the whimpers, the begging- fueled me like an adrenaline rush.

I know I’m a heartless bastard, but this was pretty extreme.

The thing is, I have no desire to be better; do better.

The opposite, actually. I want to fuck shit up, force people to bow to my whims. And the Doe?

I want to destroy everything good inside of her.

She is MINE. She will not get away from me now.