Page 27 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

P hoenyxx

I am beyond irritated at Razor AND Hunter.

What the hell is with the grunting caveman brigade around here?

I've gone from no one giving a fuck about me, to being ping-ponged between all these guys. Thank fuck for Valley! I may not have known her for long, but I couldn’t love someone more.

I know I wouldn’t hesitate to take a bullet for her. That's platonic love, yeah?

“Hey, Fiasca, want to go do something cathartic?” I startle from my thoughts, looking at Razor with a question in my eyes. “What language is that? It sounds familiar...”

He grins, side-eyeing me as we walk. “It’s Italian, Little One.”

“Okay...what does that mean? I know you all have some weird thing about pet names- but I’m not your damn pet!”

He puts his hands up in a surrender pose. “White flag, I swear! It's just a nickname that fits you. It means fiasco girl.”

I shake my head, rolling my eyes. “Uh-huh, I'm the fiasco!”

He throws his head back and laughs. He walks us outside, over to the gym building. I raise a brow as he ushers me into the workout area, next to where the pool is. “Well? Why are we here?”

“Because Fiasca, I thought I’d teach you to fight. Some self-defense.” He motions towards the boxing-style ring in the center. “What do you think?”

My body hums with excitement. This is literally everything—but I can’t show him that. “I guess...if you go easy.”

“We’ll start super-basic. You might want to lose the blazer and skirt, though.”

“Oh, you just want to get me naked.” I sigh, internally saying fuck it. “Will we stay alone in here?”

“Don’t worry, no one will disobey an order to stay away.”

“An order? Wow...” I mutter, shrugging off my jacket and pushing down my skirt. I stand there in my button-down shirt and panties. He gives a low whistle, checking me out. “Fuck's sake,” I throw back, climbing into the ring. I start bouncing around, having no clue what to do.

He laughs again, coming right in front of me. “First thing you need to know is how to throw a punch. Put your arm out and make a fist. Be sure to place your thumb outside, not inside. Hold it firmly, but not too tightly. Like this,” he explains, as he shows me the proper way to do it.

I practice for a few minutes, then say, “I’m ready.”

Grinning, he starts bouncing up and down on his toes. “Copy my stance. Put your weight on your back leg and tuck your tailbone. Balance your weight from your knees.”

I do my best to mimic his pose. “Now,” he continues.

“Put up your fists.” I copy again, excited to try this.

“Now, I want you to focus on my chest, where you want to connect. Envision landing the blow. Then, grab eye contact and hold it. When you’re ready, put more weight on your back leg, then spring forward, leading with your fist. Twist it at the end, right before contact.

If you yell, it helps to land the punch harder.

Like this,” he demonstrates, punching at the air, yelling ha! as he does it.

I nod, ready to try it now. I look him in the eye, and prepare my body, increasing my weight on my back leg.

I laser-in on his chest, pushing myself forward, my fist lashing out.

I yell, “Ha!” too, and actually hit him!

“Holy shit, yeah! I did it! Whoo-hoo!” I holler and dance around the ring, pumping my arm in triumph.

He grabs me by the waist, hoisting me into the air. I laugh, feeling carefree as he spins me around. He then lets me down, and I can’t stop smiling. Before I can overthink it, I rush forward and peck him on the cheek. “Thanks, Razor. I really needed this.”

“You did a good job! A good first hit. We'll keep practicing, if you want.”

I beam up at him. “Absolutely! I look forward to it!”

“And I look forward to kicking your half-naked ass all over the ring,” he laughs. I smack him playfully, abruptly pulling back when I hear a feminine voice.

“Oh! So sorry! I didn’t know it was...occupied.” I turn around and see that friend of Destiny’s—the one who cornered me in the bathroom to apologize.

“Oh, hey,” I say, stomping on Razor’s foot as he prepares to say something nasty. “Be nice!” I hiss.

“I put out the word to steer clear of here,” he says, through clenched teeth. “That goes for everyone, got it?”

I walk out to retrieve my blazer and skirt, coming closer to her, as I slide them back on. “Hey, no worries. We were just practicing.” I try to help with my eyes.

She takes a breath, saying, “Thanks,” without looking either one of us in the eye. She then scurries out like her ass is on fire.

“You were being NICE to her? She's one of the head cunt’s cronies,” Razor tells me.

“Yes, I was. I don’t need to be a bitch to everyone—but I will also bite off nipples. No telling with me.”

He full-on belly laughs, face turning red with exertion. I let out a squeak as he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. He swats my ass, the sting licking from my toes up. I huff out, and he smacks me again. “Like that, Fiasca?”

I refuse to answer. “Put me down, you big oaf! I have to get to class!”

He completely ignores me, carrying me through the building and into the admin building, heading straight for my next class.

As usual, there are whispers and gasps. Feeling the cool breeze on my ass cheeks, my face burns with embarrassment, while my traitorous pussy throbs.

I am so slick; I can feel it between my thighs.

He sets me down once inside, staying glued to my side.

He even forces someone to move so he can sit next to me.

I cross my legs, willing away my arousal.

I have to focus in this class, so I attempt to get out everything I need to take notes.

Waiting for the teacher, as usual, I let my mind wander for a second.

I bet naked wrestling with Razor would be fun. ..

As the bell rings to signal the end of class, my phone vibrates inside my bag. I fish it out, seeing a text from Valley. I pull it up with a smile. I grab my stuff and head into the hallway.

Valley: NYXXXXXX! I have to talk to you! I am freaking out!

Me: What happened? You ok?

Valley: Oh yeah, bestie! Me and Bry just... OMG! I will tell you in person! Where are you?

Me: Sounds juicy! Haha. Outside my English class.

Valley: Ok... STAY THERE! I’m coming!

I shake my head, loving this girl’s energy. I'm walking and texting, so I don’t see the group of goth wanna-be's until they have me surrounded. The girl reaches out and pushes me, making me slam back into one of the guys. “What the fuck, Deetz? Got a problem?” I snap at her.

“That is NOT my name, bitch! You're friends with the vapid girl, right?”

“Valley? That’s my best friend! What about it?”

“We’re going to deal with you like we did her,” she smirks. One of the guys grabs me from behind, pinning me. Here we go again...

I laugh obnoxiously. “You posers realize I’m claimed by The Sadistic Six, right?”

A guy snorts. “Like we’re concerned with those pussies.”

“Well, Curly...you’re a fucking idiot. I would LOVE to see what they do to you if you don’t let me go.”

He seethes, slapping me across the face. “Whore!” The one standing next to them—Moe—spits in my face. Then the third one—Larry—brutally grabs my tit through my shirt, twisting my nipple.

“Motherfucker!” Where the fuck is Razor?

I shrug internally, smiling widely as I rear up with my lower body, kicking that horseface bitch in the face.

Curly lets me go, and I turn to swing a punch.

It lands on his cheek, and fuck, it hurts!

I shake out my hand, pleased to see his skin turning purple.

I glance up and see Razor closing in on us. He is prowling like a panther. I decide to use this to my advantage. “Since you’re all so brave, what would you say if The Six were here right now?”

Larry smugly replies, “I’d tell them to fuck off, and they’re all pussies.”

In a blink, Razor is on us. He flings his arm, and Curly and Larry get flung back into the lockers. He pulls Moe up by his collar, sneering in his face. I see a glint, and he has his razor up against his throat. “You cocksuckers want to say that again?”

Deetz turns red, spitting out, “Fuck you! You won’t do shit to me!”

I start wheezing, knowing how fucked she is. She whips around to look at me. “What’s so funny, whore?”

Razor punches Moe dead in the mouth, knocking him out. The other two guys shrink back, faces pale. Razor stalks towards Deetz, getting right in her face. He reaches out, sweeping his hand down her face. His lips practically on top of hers, he whispers, “You are very wrong...”

She shivers, goosebumps popping up on her arms. He waits a beat, then suddenly rears his head back, then forward again, headbutting her hard.

She falls to the floor, winded. He leans forward, running his blade down her arm.

He then makes eye contact with me, licking up the line of blood slowly.

“If you EVER confront Fiasca again, you will deal with ALL of us. Capiche?”

I can’t tear my eyes away. The sight of him in that mode lights up my insides.

My pussy throbs in time with my heart. In this moment, I want to fuck him, right here.

..right now. I eye fuck him shamelessly, licking my lips.

He beelines to my side, grabbing my chin.

“Don’t look at me like that if you don’t want to be owned right here. ”

I shiver hard, gulping my breath. “Razor...”

He shakes his head a couple of times. “No, not now. Let's go, Fiasca, before I eat you alive.”

I go to reply when I hear a screech. “What the FUCK bro?” Valley found me. “Did these Hot Topic rejects fuck with you?”

I move to her side, smiling. “No worries, girl! We handled it!”

She grins. “I can see that!” She looks down, viciously kicking Curly, moaning on the floor. She links arms with me. “Now, we walk and talk! I have to tell you what happened! Is he coming with us?” she asks, referring to Razor.

“Unfortunately, I’ll have an extra appendage for the time being. He won’t bother us, though.”

We continue to walk, Razor following us. I hold my head up high, feeling untouchable.

“Soooo bestie, spill! What’s the deal with you and Bryan?” I whisper loudly, arms still linked with Valley.

She giggles, face turning pink. “We kind of...um...got to third base!”

“What’s third base?”

“Oh, my Gawd, Nyx!” She bursts out laughing. “We almost had SEX! I mean, I let him go DOWN on me!” She squeals in excitement.

“Oh! You mean, he ate your pussy? Did you return the favor?”

“Awww, Gawd!” she shrieks, causing people to stare.

I elbow her gently. “Better keep it down, we don’t want everyone to know.”

“Right, right,” she mutters. “Yeah, I did! For the first time, consenting!”

“Oh, honey, I’m so happy for you!”

“I kind of feel bad, I couldn’t finish the deed. He is so nice, though! So understanding! He didn’t even ask for an explanation. Just held me, whispering the sweetest things.”

She sighs heavily. “I don’t deserve him.”

“Don’t ever say that! You deserve the world, Val! Do what’s best for you, always. I'm proud of you! Keep going, I know you got this!”

Her eyes fill with tears. “You are the BEST friend ever, you know that?”

I gently squeeze her arm. “I feel the same way about you. You and me—against the world!”

“Damn straight!”

Razor breaks in, taking my other arm. “Now that sex ed is over, you’ve got a date with Trikk soon, Fiasca. I need to take you over to him. He'll be waiting for you in his room when you finish PE.”

My lip turns down. “I don’t need a babysitter, dammit!”

He tuts. “Now, now, don’t be difficult. Say goodbye to Valley for now.”

Fuck. “Sorry, Val, I’ve got to go with the neanderthal. Text me tonight, okay?”

“Of course! Talk soon! Love you!”

I turn back to blow her kisses as Razor steers me out of the building.