Page 45 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

P hoenyxx

I’m still standing in the doorway of Hunter’s office, long after the boys have left.

At least there’s no babysitter right now, though.

I glance towards Valley and Bryan, who are wrapped in an embrace.

Tears fill my eyes as I realize that I feel more for Hunter than I thought.

My body starts to tremble, and I feel the earth move under me.

My gaze zeroes in on the chair I always sat in, now disturbingly empty. How could he leave me behind? With no word? My legs turn to jelly, and I sink to the floor with a moan. “Hunter...why? WHY?” I cry out, fisting my hair.

I feel Valley drop down next to me. She puts her arms around me, trying to center me. I let her, though the only touch I want right now is Hunter’s.

“Nyx, we can’t stay here long. I'm here for you, bestie! I won’t leave your side! Think of me as your superglue.”

I sigh, not able to muster up a smile. I was so used to being on my own in the world, no one caring about me. I let my walls down with Hunter. And now he’s...gone.

Bryan bends down in front of me, offering his hand. “Let’s go back to your room, Phoenyxx. It's safer there.”

“Thanks,” I whisper, taking his hand. He gently pulls me to my feet, and I follow them back out of the medical building. I turn to look back once more, shaking my head.

We go straight to my room, and Valley hands me my keycard, which she fished out of my bag for me.

I let us in, sinking down onto my bed. I stare at the door, willing Hunter to walk in and sweep me off my feet.

Bryan grabs my attention when he speaks.

“I don’t talk much, especially about my past. But I’m hoping my story will help you somehow. I understand heartbreak.”

Valley whips her head around, gaping like a fish. “Even I don’t know any of this!” I look at my feet, trying to take deep breaths. I still have the guys, I remind myself. It doesn’t minimize the pain I’m feeling, though. The feeling of utter abandonment.

“When I was thirteen, my teacher developed an interest in me. She would tutor me after class.” He adjusts his tie, clearing his throat. “One day, she asked me to hang back after class.. I didn’t know what to think. Then she...”

Valley cries out, burying her face in his chest. He squeezes her tight, as he continues.

“We had a secret relationship for months. Out of nowhere, she just dumped me. And was not nice about it. Told me I was a dumbass who didn’t know how to please a woman.

” His face pales. “Anyway, I was devastated. I started self-harming and eventually attempted to kill myself. That's why I’m here. I was admitted when I was almost fourteen.”

“Oh my God, Bryan! I am so sorry!” I reach out to squeeze his hand. “How old are you now?”

“Eighteen,” he responds softly.

Valley chokes out,

“That...bitch! I’ll kill her, Bry! Anything for you!” Valley’s face is turning red from her rage.

“No, no, Val! I’m okay now. Besides, I met you. There's nothing to regret. It took me feeling true love to know it was not love with her.”

“True...love?” she whispers, eyes wide. “You...love...ME?”

“Yes,” he smiles. “I love you, Valley.”

She bursts into tears, throwing herself at him. “I love you too!”

Tears streak my cheeks watching this beautiful moment. I'm so happy for them both. I still have pain in my heart at the same time.

Suddenly, my door crashes open, a determined Synn staggering through. “Pazessca!” I jump up in fright, but he gathers me up, lifting me into his arms. “I need you now.”

Bryan starts to stand, but I shake my head to stay put. I feel...safe-ish with him right now, though, I have no clue why he’s so desperate.

“Synn?” I try to make eye contact, but his stare darts away from me. He carries me out the door, marching us straight towards the boys’ dorm. Stopping just to unlock his door, he goes straight in, taking me into his room, sitting on the bed, with me still in his arms.

His breaths are erratic, and my pulse hammers at the way he’s looking at me. His grey eyes swirl with a brewing storm. I still haven’t gotten used to the black hair. I will have to ask later...

A startled yip leaves my mouth when he reaches up to cradle my face. His lips burn a trail down my cheek, across my eyes, then stop on my lips. He gives me the softest of kisses, not tearing his eyes from me.

A rush of heat rushes through me, and I feel myself kiss him back.

My lips press firmly, teasing my tongue along the seam of his lips.

He gives in, and we both moan when our tongues collide.

The emotion in our kiss takes my breath away.

I've never felt anything headier. It's powerful and impossible to stop.

Our hands start to wander, and I can’t believe this is happening. This man, who tried to break me, who hurt me so much. I don’t forgive him, I can’t. BUT I am getting closer to giving him another chance.

He cradles my breast through my shirt, causing me to moan again. Before we can get any further, a yell of outrage rings through the room.

“SYNN! Get off of her!” Frost storms in, rage in his eyes. I am too shocked at seeing emotion from him, I don’t protest when he lifts me away from Synn.

Synn jumps up with a roar. “Mine! Give her back!”

Frost moves further away. “No way that is happening. Get control of yourself. I don’t trust you with her yet.”

I close my eyes, tuning out their argument. I love the way Frost’s hard body feels against mine. Everything is so raw and potent right now. I sniff, getting their attention.

“Killer, where do you want to go?” Frost asks me.

“I want to stay here. With you. All of you. Please...I need to feel...good.”

The heat in Synn’s eyes is unmistakable. Even Frost stiffens. “Well, Killer, I’ll take you to the living room. We're all here.”

He gently places me on the sofa. It's only a second before the other guys come out, flanking me.

Ghost and Purge on my left, Razor and Trikk on my right.

Synn kneels down at my feet, and Frost stands slightly behind me, putting his hand reassuringly on my shoulder.

They all wrap me up in a big hug, and I am overwhelmed with smells and all of the body heat.

I pull back, looking at all of their gorgeous faces. Synn's pouty lips, Frost’s steel eyes, Razor’s crazy curly red hair, Ghost's black locks in his eyes, Trikk’s brown shaggy hair tousled, Purge’s grin and blonde, messy bedhead...I want them all.

I lick my lips nervously. “Can you all make me feel good?” The utter passion in all of their faces is obvious.

Frost comes around the sofa, kneeling on the floor next to Synn. “Killer, we can’t take advantage of your pain. We'll cuddle you, but that’s all.” He strokes my cheek, and my eyes close.

I let out a long sigh. “I’m so fucking tired...”

Razor comes closer, lifting me into his arms. He marches back towards his room, the others following. His bed is huge! Almost enough room for all of us.

He lays me down in the middle, curling into my side. Ghost grabs me from my other side, melding himself against me. The others crowd onto the bed, each touching me in some way.

I've never felt so safe and wanted in my life. I don’t want to fall asleep. I want to stay in this moment forever. Before I succumb to sleep, I whisper out loud, “Catch me if I fall.”

“Always,” voices murmur, lips brushing my skin.

Razor

I lie next to Fiasca, propped up on my elbow.

I'm enraptured by watching her sleep. She looks so peaceful and innocent.

She's on her left side, arms and legs pulled up around her.

She's facing me, which gives me the chance to watch her beautiful face. I might be getting a bit obsessed now, which is really fucking bad. I know what we have to do, and she won’t be ours—mine—for much longer.

She starts moving around, her eyes darting beneath her lids.

She's fast asleep and dreaming. She murmurs a bit, then says clearly, “Razor... Naked wrestling...” I can’t stop myself from laughing out loud.

Her eyes open, blinking to get oriented.

She looks around in confusion, her eyes landing on me.

“Where did everyone go?”

“The guys all had some stuff to do,” I shrug, smiling at her. “But I’m here. And I want to hear all about this naked wrestling...” I lunge forward, rolling her onto her back. I hover over her, inches from her decadent lips.

She reddens, looking away from me. “You heard that? Oh my God, I’m going to die...”

I laugh again. “Oh yeah, Fiasca, I heard it, alright.”

“Fuck,” she whispers, looking at me with lust in her eyes. Her gaze lands on my mouth, and she licks her lips.

“Indeed...” I say, “Still need to feel good?”

“Um...yeah,” she replies in a small voice. “I need to feel alive.”

I chuckle low, letting her see my crazy in my face.

“Oh, baby...I can do that.” I grab my blade, which is always under my pillow.

I slide it down her neck and lower, to her collarbone.

She swallows but doesn’t protest. I travel lower, running it along the top of her bra, she’s sleeping in.

With a flick of my wrist, I cut through the fabric, baring her succulent breasts to my hungry eyes. “Mmmmm...”

I dip my head to take a nipple in my mouth, suckling gently, and rub soft circles around her other nipple. She squirms, already moaning. I release her nipple with a pop to ask, “You like that?”

“Don’t stop....” she begs. I take her into my mouth again, flicking my tongue while still rubbing the other nipple. She moans louder, her hips starting to move with her.

I wonder if I can make her come like this. So responsive...I bite down on her nipple at the same time I pinch the other one. “Razor!” she yells, her hips snapping up. “I’m going to...OHHHH!” Her hips pump the air in a frenzy, her orgasm sweeping through her.

I chuckle again. “Bad girl, coming without me touching you...I guess I have to punish you now.”

I bring my blade to her breast, tracing its roundness.

I go lower, running it across her abdomen.

Lower still, hovering just above her pussy.

I cut her panties away with another wrist flick.

She starts to pant. I put some pressure on the blade, cutting a small line, breaking the skin.

She looks down in fascination, her lips parting.

I look up, looking her right in the eye, as I slowly lick the line of blood up.

“Yes, yes!” She is squirming uncontrollably now.

“Please, touch me, Razor!” I grab her thighs, forcing her legs wide open, baring her glistening pussy.

My mouth attaches to her, and I eat her voraciously, razor still in hand.

“More!” she begs again. I cut the top of her mound, and she screams in pleasure.

I smear the blood on my lips, coming up to kiss her.

Her mouth attacks mine in a frenzied kiss.

She pushes me back down her body, and I laugh.

I suck her swollen clit into my mouth, pushing two fingers deep inside her, seeking the special spot that will make her scream.

Her eyes widen as I suck her clit and finger her hard and fast. “Oh my.... AHHHH!” She clenches my fingers hard, pulses of her orgasm washing over her.

I keep fingering her, waiting for the moment when I feel the warm fluid leaking from her g-spot.

I then yank my fingers out, pleased to see her squirt everywhere.

I think she blacks out for a second, but I’m busy licking and sucking every drop of the salty-sweet fluid from her body.

“Fiasca?” I make sure she’s with me still. My cock is so hard I'm about to bust in my pants like a teenage boy. But I mentally will it down; this is about her right now. I fucking needed this. I need HER.

She sleepily smiles at me, burrowing back into bed. “Oh, no, Fiasca, you’ve got class. Time to get up!”

“No,” she complains. “I want to stay here.”

“Sorry, beautiful, but you need to go. I'll get you some breakfast first. You'll be on your own today. Since Synn is back with us, I don’t think you need a shadow.”

“Fine, fine.” I kiss her with a smack, hauling my ass out of bed to make her a feast fit for a queen.