Page 31 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

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I am hiding in the shadows, stalking Doe, as usual. Especially lately, after...I shake my head to clear those thoughts. She usually comes this way; I’m hoping to intercept her ass this time.

I hear her laugh, followed by a male chuckle.

Who the fuck is with her? I grind my teeth together when I see she’s with Frost. A-fucking-gain.

All of a sudden, he pulls her closer, groping her ass.

MY ass. Then he leans in, laying a kiss on her.

I can hear her little groan from where I am.

I'm in the space between buildings, in a dark spot, in the courtyard.

I see fucking RED. I am in so much pain, my chest is tight with it. I'm alone, and for the first time in my life, I don’t know what to do. I turn, punching the brick wall, splitting my knuckles open. I sneer at the blood, wiping my hand on my jeans.

They come closer, and I can see the sunlight reflecting off the green in her eyes. They sparkle and dance, mesmerizing me. I wish... NO. FUCK THAT. I clench my fists, forcing myself to walk away.

“Hey, we need to talk!” I come up behind Destiny, head cunt in this place. She jerks her head around, an evil smile spreading across her hateful face. “Well now...what can I do for you, handsome?”

I roll my eyes. “Not that. I need a couple of things.”

“Hmmmm... Well, you know, that costs you.”

I simmer, knowing she is the key person to go to when you need something from the outside.

She always changes what she charges. She has way more power here than most people realize.

Her parents are old money and control many things in the world.

I'm sure they put in a word, giving her this so-called power.

“I need a box of jet-black hair dye and a pair of disposable gloves.”

“Well, okay. I can probably do that. Why change your blue hair, though? It looks so good!”

“Not your business!” I fume, clenching and unclenching my fists.

She sighs dramatically. “The cost is an orgasm. I don’t care how you do it, but it must be your hands, mouth, or cock.” She’s practically salivating.

“Fuck’s sake, Des!” I made the regrettable mistake of fucking this girl when we first got here.

She's a Stage 5 Clinger—I can’t get her off my dick.

I know she won’t change her mind, and I need this stuff.

My damn OCD keeps shouting at me that blue fades to green, and I CAN’T have anything green around me.

Those green eyes haunt me, day and night.

“Fine! When?”

“Now works for me!”

She yelps as I roughly pull her into a nearby supply closet. Pinning her against the wall, I hastily push her skirt up, not surprised to see she’s not wearing panties. “Don’t say a word!” I command. I shove three fingers inside her dry, not giving a fuck if I hurt her or not. “Synn, ow!”

I clamp my hand over her mouth, squeezing her face so hard, tears leak from her eyes.

“Shut the fuck up!” I continue my onslaught, thrusting harder.

She's wet, but not enough to come. I find her clit with my thumb, pressing hard while I finger her sloppy cunt. She starts squirming against my hand, the little sounds muffled behind my hand. I feel her walls start to clench, so I know she’s close.

I push her clit harder, and she bucks against the wall.

She clenches my fingers, and a bit of wet warmth covers my fingers.

I rip my hand away in disgust, flinging her own juices onto her pristine uniform. I wipe the residue off onto her blazer. “Your fee is paid. Get me my shit quick. Got it?”

She opens her mouth to argue but shuts it when she sees the look on my face.

She knows not to push me when I’m like this.

I rip the door open, making tracks away from her.

I hate that bitch so much. I always have, and I always will.

I don’t care if we all grew up together; she’s never been one of us.

Synn Age 14

I’m having a rare moment of fun with my brothers, laughing and running around our huge yard like crazy people. I'm readying myself to pounce on Purge, when a girlish voice calls out from behind me.

“Synn...I want to play, too!” No. Fuck. Destiny. We were all really close, until she tried to turn us all against each other by fucking around with each of us. None of us have fucked her—but we came close. Her bullshit turned US against HER. Yet she still won’t leave us alone.

“Fuck off!” I yell, not bothering to turn around.

“But Synn...” she whines, grasping my arm. I snarl, whipping my body sideways, throwing her off my arm. She falls to the ground with a cry.

“Let’s go elsewhere,” I suggest, my brothers all eagerly agreeing. I step over her as we move on to find somewhere else to have fun.

I freeze in place, that thought stopping me cold. Us. There is no us anymore. It's just me. I don’t know how to be just...me. Just Joseph.

Phoenyxx

I am shaking as I haul ass through the courtyard, hoping I see Valley on my way back. As seems to be the new normal, I am skipping class. No one gives a fuck, anyway.

Frost trails behind me, giving me space to think, which doesn’t go unnoticed. I turn to give him a weak smile, and he nods.

I see a head of short, black curls and knee-high red combat boots, and sigh in relief.

“Valley!” I yell, jogging to catch up with her.

Before I can make it to her, Bryan slips up next to her, twining his fingers with hers.

Tears prick my eyes, wishing I had that kind of innocent, pure love.

I turn to walk away, but a shout stops me.

“Nyx! Where are you going? Get over here!”

I walk back towards her, attempting to put my neutral mask back on my face. I don’t want to ruin her happy time. “Hey, I wanted to talk, but you’re busy. It can wait.”

“Are you kidding me? Girl, you ARE my happy time! You and Bryan!”

I smile, feeling her sincerity in my heart. “I just had a...troubling encounter with Hun... Mr. Harris.” I curse myself inwardly for my faux pas. Bryan doesn’t know about that, and I want to keep it that way.

“Do tell!”

Bryan moves away discreetly, not wanting to hear it, which I’m grateful for.

“I went to his office—I needed to talk to him about The Six. I get in there, and he fucking boxes me in against the wall, getting all possessive! It was Alpha as fuck! Then he...kissed me,” I whisper this low, hoping Bryan doesn’t hear it all. Or Frost—cringe alert.

“WHAT? Ahhhhh! Girl, you are so lucky!” she screeches, then claps a hand over her mouth.

“Whoops—sorry.” She continues on, “Okay, he obviously feels something for you. Yeah, he’s older, and a therapist—but he has a heart, you know?

I say talk to him, get everything out there, and figure out what it means. ”

“That’s really good advice, Val! I have to find the guts, but yeah, I’ll think on it.

” I look over at Bryan and wave him back over.

He goes straight to Valley’s side, holding her hand again.

She leans in, giving me a side-hug. “We’ve got to get to class.

I hate being late and getting yelled at. You coming?”

“No, I’m skipping out today. I need time to think. I'll be fine, so don’t worry!”

“Alright, bestie. Text me if you need me though, okay?”

“Always!” I wave at them both and go to my dorm.

Frost moves up beside me once I’m done talking to Valley. I sigh, really needing to be alone for a while. “Hey, I plan to stay here. I need some me time. Can you just...?”

He frowns, shaking his head. “I really can’t do that, Killer. It's too risky.”

“I am staying here, though. I'm perfectly safe in my room, right?”

“Dammit! Let me check in with Purge; he can check areas I can’t. He also has you next.” He turns his back, muttering as he texts. I tap my foot impatiently, just needing my bed.

“Okay. Against my judgment, I will give you some time. Purge will be on his way, probably in about thirty minutes, max. I cannot state this enough- DO NOT leave the room, for any reason, until he gets here. Clear?”

I salute him, rolling my eyes. “Yes Sir, I know.”

“Watch it with that Sir shit, Killer. It makes me want to do very bad things to you.”

I shiver, knowing he can back that up. “Bye, Frosty. See you later!”

I go inside, dropping my clothes on the floor, and grabbing some comfy clothes to lounge in.

I sigh as I get settled in my sheets, turning onto my back, and staring at the ceiling.

I am so damn conflicted over all these men.

I have never known anything except hate and pain.

What does love even feel like? I don’t know.

..but I do know I feel something warm and fuzzy for Ghost and Trikk, and good feelings for Frost and Purge.

Then there’s Hunter. I TRUST him. He's my shrink! But he sees something inside of me that no one ever has before. I want him—badly. But I don’t want to break what’s between us.

As I’m lying there, thinking, a knock sounds at my door. Thinking it must be Purge, I go and answer it. Weird...no one is here. I look both ways down the hallway, seeing no one. I shrug, moving back inside, when I’m violently pushed back in from behind.

“What the FUCK?” I whip around, seeing those dumb-ass goth wanna-be's standing in my room. “Get the fuck out! Now!”

The girl steps forward, glaring at me. “Told you we would fuck you up, bitch. There's no one here to save you now!” She pushes me again, and I fall backward onto the bed.

“Oh, so you want to fight? Ditch your buddies first!”

The one I call Curly darts forward, jumping onto the bed, attempting to pin me down. I fight, squirming and thrashing. “Get the fuck off of me!”

Despite my efforts, he manages to pin me flat. Leering down at me, he spits right in my face. “Trash,” he growls. He grabs the front of my shirt, ripping it clean from my body. “Touch me, and die, motherfucker!” I scream as loudly as possible. “The Six WILL kill you!”

He sneers, slapping my tits hard, over and over. He crudely pulls my nipple, twisting it. His buddies climb onto the bed also, yanking off my pants. The Larry one gets into my line of sight, and I lunge forward and bite him.

“Bitch!” He slaps me across the face, hard.

All three force my legs apart, slapping and punching my pussy. They crudely shove their fingers into me, stretching me past the point of pain, and I scream again. “Get off me fuckers!”

The door to my room bursts open as a very scary and enraged Synn storms in.

He barrels towards the girl, grabs her by the neck, and throws her into the wall.

He then grabs her head, bashing it a few times, until she’s knocked out.

He snarls, beelining for the assholes on my bed.

One by one, they get physically ripped away and flung across the room.

He cocks his head and studies me for a minute.

I completely freeze up in fear. I start trembling, more scared of him then the assholes who broke in.

Then he grabs my sheet. “Cover up, Doe.” He turns, and stalks towards the three dumbfucks.

He knocks all of them to the floor, arm moving so fast, it’s a blur, as he whales on them all, with a roar.

My mouth opens in shock. I stare for a minute, then scramble up to stop him from killing them.

“Synn, stop now. Please, don’t kill them!” I grab his arm, pleading with him. The glazed look in his eyes clears as he looks up at me.

“Those motherfuckers deserve more after touching what is MINE!”

Whoa. “Alright, well, mission accomplished.” I take a step back, uncertainty going through me.

Another yell has me jerking my eyes up, a confused and crazed Purge crashes through the open door.

“What the actual...?” He’s cut off when he sees Synn, who’s grinding his jaw, murder in his eyes.

Without another word or acknowledgement to Purge, he storms back out.

Purge rushes over to me, fear all over his face.

He frantically pats me down asking, “Are you okay? I am so sorry I was late! What the hell happened here?” He flicks his eyes to the unconscious bodies on the floor, then back to me, clutching the sheet to my chest. I swallow, letting him see the fear on my face.

“Those fucks broke in and assaulted me. The guys were trying to rape me when Synn came in,” I whisper, hanging my head.

“Did they hurt you?” he gently asks.

I shake my head. “Not really, Synn got here before they could do much.” He lets out a breath, turning towards me.

“Get dressed and get back in bed. I'll stay with you. I promise to keep you safe.”

I nod, snatching a new pair of sweats and a T-shirt out of my drawer as he drags their bodies into the hall.

I climb under the covers, thinking he’s just going to hang out.

But he surprises me when he climbs in next to me, shedding his shirt on the way.

I can’t help but gape at his gloriously chiseled chest and abs, arm muscles flexing, making me drool inwardly.

He cocks a brow, his piercing lifting with it, making his shaggy, blond hair fall over his eyes. “Like what you see, Iskra?”

“Yep, uh-huh, yeah,” I word-vomit all over him. He laughs, making his blue eyes twinkle. “No funny business right now. I just want to cuddle you to sleep.”

I can’t help but feel a bit disappointed, but my poor pussy is screaming for a break—especially after Frost. I turn away from him, and he curls around me, spooning me.

He wraps his legs with mine, holding me close.

It feels so safe, so warm, I actually fall into a deep sleep, with no bad dreams this time.