Page 24 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

P hoenyxx

Purge pulls me along the hallway, heading to the right wing of Building A, towards my first class.

He obviously knows my schedule, but I’m not surprised.

Stalkers—all of them. “So...” I attempt to make conversation.

He slows down, reaching over to take my hand.

I arch my brows, looking at our joined hands. “Are we holding hands now?”

“I’ve got you, Doe. No need to be awkward. After fucking you so deliciously, mmmm...Touching you is my pleasure.”

“Well then,” I try, feeling my face heat. “I hope I don’t have to run next time.”

He barks out a laugh. “I do love chasing prey, Pet. You never know what I might do.”

Fuck. Me. Why does that make my pussy heat? Ugh, these guys have me so twisted it’s not funny!

We make our way into the classroom, and my history teacher is actually present at the front of the classroom. Purge tugs me towards seats in the back. They're all taken, but when he clears his throat and kicks the desk near him, they all scatter like roaches. We sit down side-by-side.

The not-so-subtle comments and stares coming our way have me rolling my eyes.

“Wait...is she DATING him now too? How does one insignificant little whore get ALL of The Six?” I look over at the cluster of minions, grinning.

I get up and walk over to her. Bending down, I get eye level with the bitch who said that.

“You’re one of Destiny’s, right? Since you’re so curious, it’s because my head game is strong,” I deadpan, with a straight face, then turn on my heel and walk away.

“Don’t forget the golden pussy!” Purge hollers. Snickers go up around the room, and she shrinks down in humiliation. Satisfied my work is done, I settle back into my seat.

Just as I’m mentally preparing for another boring lecture, my name is called, as the classroom door opens.

“Phoenyxx? Can you come with me, please?” My eyes narrow.

I don’t know who the mousy blonde is, but I assume she’s a secretary or something.

I cut my eyes towards Purge, and he nods his head. “I’ll be right behind you, Doe.”

“Mr. Volkov, have a seat,” the teacher calls out, but he just ignores him. Volkov? Another Russian name? That's kind of odd, a bit coincidental in a place like this.

I shake my head as I follow the blonde, Purge hot on my heels. “What is this about?”

“Director Augustine wishes to speak with you.” Oh, great. Just what I need.

We get to his office door, and she knocks once. “Phoenyxx is here, Sir.”

“Let her in,” his voice calls. Purge takes a seat, stretching out his legs and putting his hands behind his head. It's so obnoxious, I have to choke back a laugh.

I go in, and he motions to the seat I sat in on the first day. “So, Ms. Solomon, I’ve gotten word that there have been some...incidents...that must be addressed.” I cringe at the name.

“Like what?” I snap, in defense mode.

“I have had reports of violence, sexual activity, and truancy. You have involved yourself with six students?”

Oh, hell-to-the-no! “With all due respect, SIR, that’s none of your business.”

“Watch your tone, young lady. I can and will have you admitted to medical. Also, with the reports from both Dr. Bancroft and Dr. Harris, I feel a second opinion from one of our other doctors is in order.”

“What?? No, Sir, I'm fine. I promise to behave. Please don’t send me to medical!” I plead, remembering what Valley told me about people disappearing from there.

He shifts in his seat, looking me over with his eyes. “I might reconsider if you willingly take medications prescribed by another doctor on staff.”

“Meds? Like what? You know I was drugged for years, right?”

“I am well-aware of your claims, Ms. Solomon. If you agree, you will be free to leave. You will be expected to be at the medication dispensary at the designated time. If you miss one dose, you will be collected.”

“Okay, fine,” I huff, folding my arms. I'm hoping I can do a fake-out like hiding the pills in my mouth, then spitting them out when no one’s looking.

“You’re expected to be there every day, after lunch.”

I nod once in affirmation. “Very well, you are excused.”

I storm back out, Purge startling at my expression. He frowns, giving Director Asshole death-glares as he picks up my hand again. “Everything okay?”

“No, not really,” I mumble. "I'll explain on our way back.”

“He said WHAT?” Purge bellows in disbelief. “That piece of shit will not be taking you anywhere! Time to remind him who holds the power in here!”

“About that...HOW do you guys have that kind of limitless power here?”

“Um...” Purge hedges. “I can’t outright tell you our secrets, Doe. But let’s just say our families are powerful as fuck.”

“If that’s true, how did you land in here? Did you know each other before coming here?”

He tightens his lips, looking away briefly. When his eyes meet mine again, he just says, “In due time. We have to keep our secrets. Cuz, you know, we might have to kill you.”

I snort, rolling my eyes. “Fine, whatever. Hey, I don’t want to go back to class. Can we just skip the rest of the day?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t want to be there right now.”

He smiles, leaning over to peck me on the cheek. “Somewhere private good? No, not the woods,” he grins. Cheeky fucker.

“Yes, but don’t make me regret trusting you.”

“Never! Now, come on!”

I let him pull me along and out the door, heading to the back of the property. I think he IS going to the woods for a second, but then he takes me to the PE building.

Once we’re inside, he opens another door by the gym.

I was right! It's a pool! A huge one! There is a large space partitioned off into lanes for swimming, and the rest of the large, round pool is decked out with nice, comfy chairs and lounges full of comfy-looking pillows.

There's a diving board at the deep end. Off to the right is a humongous hot tub; it could easily seat a dozen people.

There's a weird-looking barrel thing, too, people-sized.

Then beyond those is a big glass enclosure of some kind, with benches placed end-to-end.

He sees me frowning at the barrel and laughs. “Do you not know what that is?”

“Nope,” I reply with a shrug.

“An ice bath.”

“A WHAT?” I shriek. “Who the fuck would want to do that on purpose?”

He lets out this loud laugh I haven’t heard before, hunching at the waist to catch his breath.

I really like the mirth in his mesmerizing, deep blue eyes.

He's so damn hot; his shaggy blond bangs hanging in his face; especially when being nice. “It’s to help relieve tension and pain in the muscles. You get in the hot tub, then jump into the ice bath.”

“And what’s that for?” I point to the glass room.

“A sauna,” he explains. “A steam room. The purpose is to sweat, to relieve stress.”

“Yeah, I’ll pass on both. Anyway, I don’t exactly have on a swimsuit, so how are we getting in?”

“Oh baby, we are going in our birthday suits,” he grins.

“What the what?”

“Doe, you’re killing me over here,” he wheezes. “Naked, it means naked. No clothes.”

“But it’s public! What if we get caught?

” My heart is hammering, a sour taste in my mouth, which is a starter sign of my anxiety.

My protests leave my mind when he oh-so-slowly peels off his jacket and shirt, dropping them to the floor.

I hold my breath as he opens his pants, sliding them down his legs.

I gape as I see his body in the light for the first time.

Holy shit! He is all muscle; every inch is lean and toned.

No tattoos like the others, just a sexy-as-fuck eyebrow piercing.

“Like what you see?”

‘Wow...” I breathe out, seeing his incredibly long cock stand at attention for me. “Point that thing elsewhere!”

“No can do, Doe! Now, it’s your turn!”

I feel a sudden sense of courage, and smile slowly, looking him in the eye as I peel off layer after layer. Once I’m naked, he growls, making my knees weak. “Damn, even sexier than what I got to see before!”

I smile wider, walking up to him. I lean in, and he leans towards me, closing his eyes. I take the opportunity to push him into the pool. He makes a huge splash, and I crack up. “Oh my God, that was so satisfying!”

“Naughty, naughty! Don’t make me chase you! Now get in here!”

I go to the edge, starting to lower myself down. “Oh nope,” he says, as he pulls me in, and dunks me under the water. I come up sputtering and laughing. “No fair!”

We're playing, laughing, and splashing each other. I'm actually having a good time. We are making so much noise; we don’t hear the door open. A male voice clears his throat loudly. I look up sharply and see Ghost hunched by the side.

“Bro, what are you doing here?” Purge asks. “How did you even know where we were?”

“I followed you. It's a thing I do,” he mutters, eyes downcast.

“Ghost—do you need me right now?”

He looks at me, his eyes flashing. “Yes, Malishka, I do.”

“What does that mean?” I give myself an internal shake, the nickname making me heat.

He gives a hint of a smile. “Baby Girl, roughly.”

He holds out his hand, and I turn towards Purge. “You okay with this?”

“Yeah, it’s cool. I'll catch you later. Literally.”

I laugh, making my way to the side of the pool, taking Ghost’s hand. He helps me out, wrapping me with a large, white, fluffy towel that he grabbed off a stack near the chairs. I just pull my clothes on after a quick-dry. I wring out my hair, finger-combing it. “Ready! Where are we going?”

“A private place,” he softly replies. I weirdly trust him. I don’t know why, but he pulls at my heartstrings in a way the others don’t. I don’t think he’d hurt me. Not now, anyway.