Page 30 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

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Trikk shared his surprise for Killer with me. It sparked an idea, which I went over with him while we were waiting for Phoenyxx to get dressed. What a vision to walk in on! I may not feel emotionally, but my physical reaction is strong as hell. Seeing that hot little body went straight to my dick.

I shake my head to clear the image. Trikk will be here at any moment with my stuff. Killer's been napping for hours, and I’m restless.

“Hey, Bro! Got your stuff!” Trikk jogs up, gulping to catch his breath. “Sorry it took so long!”

“All good. She's been sleeping, anyway.”

“Ha! I wore her out!” He grins, and I smack his shoulder. “Quit bragging! Now, get gone, I’ve got my own date with Killer.”

He walks away, his laugh ringing out in the hall. I take out my master keycard, swiping it quickly. I let myself in, pausing when I see movement. Killer is smiling, whirling around the room, headphones on her ears. She is lost in the music. I don’t move, watching her dance for a few minutes.

I move up behind her, pulling out the chair to the desk, placing it in the middle of the room. I reach up to pluck the headphones off her ears. “Hey!” she protests, exhaling when she sees me. “Fuck, Frosty, you scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry, you were busy.” I shrug. Her brows rise, taking in the chair, and the small bag I’m holding. “What’s going on?”

I say nothing, just walk over to the desk. I take out a tiny, old-school MP3 player and a small, round external speaker. I set it up, and she is gawking over my shoulder. “Whoa! Is that...”

“Sure is,” I reply. “Go take a seat in the chair, okay?”

She eyes me warily, doing as I ask. As soon as she lowers herself into the chair, I move to dim the lights. Then I press Play.

Phoenyxx

The rich and sexy sounds of a slow song fill my ears. It's catchy and definitely seductive. “ I don’t know what you are doing to me... your body language speaks to me. ..” the singer drawls.

My brain stutters. Frost is an enigma. I don’t understand him or trust him completely. But he DID save my ass.

My eyes lock with Frost’s, as he oh-so-slowly shrugs off his jacket.

His hips start to sway to the beat. He moves closer, lifting his shirt up and off while he’s standing right in front of me.

I am transfixed by how beautiful he is. He has a fucking twelve-pack, I swear.

His muscles have muscles! He looks like a sculpted god!

I lick my lips in anticipation of what’s next.

He moves between my legs, placing his arms on either side of the chair, above my head.

He flicks open the button on his jeans, shucking them off.

He is clad in tight boxer briefs, which hide NOTHING.

His clear excitement is right in my face.

He starts to undulate, moving his body like a snake.

He's fluid—like water. “Liquid hips,” I whisper out loud.

He moves lower, skating a breath across my exposed collarbone.

He pushes up my hoodie, tugging it off me.

He pushes down the borrowed sweats, which leaves me totally naked.

He moves back up, hovering over my face.

He moves his lips so close; it’s a breath from contact.

He just...breathes on me, building something palpable into the air. “Fuck,” I mutter.

He pushes backwards, dropping to the floor. He goes into a pushup stance, balancing on his arms. He holds my eye contact, and starts to roll those damn hips, like he’s fucking the air. Holy. Fuck.

He crawls back to me, sliding up my body.

I inhale sharply when he undulates that beautiful cock right in my face.

I reach up to tug off the boxers, but he grabs my hands, holding them above my head, shaking his head.

My breath heaves as he dances all over me.

I am so turned on; I feel my chair soaking in my juices.

“Frost,” I breathe, but he just picks me up suddenly, pulling me into his lap as he continues to move. “Oh God, more, more!” I beg.

Without a word, he lifts me, carrying me to the bed.

He tosses me down gently onto my back, straddling me.

He gyrates again, and I am too far gone to behave.

I grab his hips, ripping the briefs down his legs.

He kicks them off, and I get a look at his massive cock.

It's girthy, with a wide head, throbbing with need.

I grab it, working it with my hand, while trying to force his cock closer to my waiting pussy.

“Tsk, tsk,” he says low, a cross between a laugh and a growl passing his lips. He pushes my legs wide, moving down to stare at my aching core. His tongue darts out, teasing my clit. My hips buck up, and I almost scream.

“Yes!”

He teases me with soft licks and strokes, making me crazed for the feel of his cock.

I push at his shoulders, and he moves back. I take the opportunity to scramble up, pushing him down on his back. Without a second thought, I straddle him, grinding my pussy onto his rock-hard shaft.

“Killer,” he protests. “You’re still healing...”

“I’m fine,” I cut him off. “I want you NOW, Frost.” Before he can argue, I angle my hips up, moving back down to guide the head of him into me.

“Fuck...” I groan. He moans loudly, spurring me forward.

I brace my hands on the wall, working him all the way into me.

Once I’ve got all of him in me, I slide back and sit for a moment.

He stretches me perfectly, and I move, rotating my hips while I slowly glide up and down.

I lean down and capture his lips in a heated kiss.

He moans into my mouth, flipping me over while staying inside me.

Staring into my eyes, he takes over. Those liquid hips ignite every nerve ending inside of me. I feel that heaviness building fast. “Harder,” I beg. “Fuck me, Frost!”

With a wicked grin, he starts moving faster, fucking me so hard, the bed moves away from the wall. The bite of pain makes me even hotter. My orgasm hits like a freight train. I close my eyes, but his rich voice commands, “Leave them open, Killer. I want to see you come on my cock.”

I scream so loud; my voice gets hoarse. With a loud roar, he empties his release into me. He comes so hard; it triggers a second orgasm from me. My body shudders, feeling his seed pour into me endlessly. The look on his face alone could make any woman come. It's simply breathtaking.

We both collapse onto the mattress, spent and sated.

Hunter

I stroll through the courtyard next to the girls’ dorm, my mind whirling with the small amount of information I’ve gained.

A throaty laugh has me jerking my head up, seeing Pretty Girl walking with Frost. His arm encircles her waist, and he’s grinning.

Her eyes are lit up with joy as she throws her head back in laughter.

I freeze in place, feeling anger and rage pour through me. I have to curb my need to snatch her away. She should be with ME; she’s my girl. I grit my teeth, barely stopping myself from doing exactly that.

She doesn’t see me, but Frost looks up, meeting my eyes. His eyes are filled with fire as he slowly lowers his hand to her ass, pulling her closer. His head tips down, grabbing her lips with his. He kisses her passionately, and I can hear her little moan. He keeps looking at me the whole time.

Little piece of shit! I want to beat sense into him! I force myself to walk away, heading back to my office. I shut myself inside, letting the rage sweep through me. I scatter the trash everywhere as I kick the can across the room. Those fucking assholes!

Phoenyxx

I am still breathless after the heated, very public kiss with Frost. I don’t know how it’s possible to develop feelings for multiple guys, but here I am. I don’t know what, exactly, I feel, but it’s there. Ghost, Frost, Trikk, and even Purge and Razor, to a degree.

Frost walks me over to the medical building, waiting outside. I made an excuse about needing to see Mr. Harris...but I really just need to talk. It's weird to think of being comfortable talking to him, especially with the fireworks between us.

In spite of that, I walk right up to his door, knocking once before I barrel inside. “Mr... Hunter. I need someone to talk to. I'm confused?—”

I don't even get two more words out before I find myself boxed in, against the wall. I look up at him, startled. He growls low in his chest, breath heaving. What the fuck?

“Are you okay?” I try, but he leans down, licking the side of my neck. He moves up to my lips, biting down on my bottom lip.

“You are with me, understand, Pretty Girl?”

I push him away, dumbfounded. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I am claiming what’s mine. Don't forget who TRULY cares for you.”

What…the…actual...fuck? “You’re my shrink...” I sputter out. “I trusted you!”

“Listen, Phoenyxx—you can always trust me. And I AM here for you, as your counselor, too.” He sobers, standing straight. He puts distance between us, apologies written all over his face.

“Oh, hell no! Nope! You don’t get to do that again! If you want me, SHOW ME!” I roar in frustration. I am standing right in front of him, itching for him to touch me.

He moans, pulling me into his warm body.

He takes my lips with his, sliding his tongue in my mouth.

There is so much passion in the kiss, I can’t breathe.

I kiss him back with equal fervor, barely resisting climbing him like a tree.

He pulls back after a moment, trembling.

“I can’t do this now, Pretty Girl. You should go.

I'll come find you later if you need to talk.”

I sigh, nodding my understanding. We are in his office; it’s too risky here. I back away towards the door, needing to escape to take a breath. I dart outside, going straight for my room.