Page 38 of Sadistic Retribution (Rise of Phoenyxx #2)

Hunter

I can’t believe Pretty Girl followed me. Naughty girl—she'll be punished later. I have to adjust my dick in my pants with that thought. Luckily, she’s walking ahead of me.

We blaze into my apartment, and I let out a whistle. “Everyone, I need you all in here right now.” I give them a couple of minutes to wake up and come out.

They all file in, still looking tired, placing themselves around the room, some sitting, some standing. I clap my hands together. “I’ve been given the go ahead to tell you all about my employer—well, my other employer.”

“It’s about fucking time,” Synn growls.

Rolling my eyes, I keep going, “I was hired by a group called ZYGOS to infiltrate this place to get information on what is going on in here. This is a mercenary group that’s full of ex-military, ex-gang members, et cetera.

The man fronting it is called Jax. They have a huge compound about an hour from here.

That’s where I went, Pretty Girl.” I cut my eyes toward her so she understands.

“Anyway, I knew nothing coming in. When I met Phoenyxx, protecting her quickly became important to me. It was clear that there was some fucked up things going on here.”

I look at the guys. “As for you six, you also became a part of my mission. The more I uncovered, the more dangerous things became.” I reach into the bag Jax gave me, handing out a new phone to everyone.

“These are the only phones we can use now. They're all preprogrammed with each other’s contacts. You all need to take your phones somewhere random, turn them off, and destroy the SIM cards.”

Everyone mumbles a thank you, tucking the new phones away.

“That explains the records,” Purge cuts in, having held on to his a-ha moment. “I found your military record.”

“I know, I caught you from the compound.

It's alright—I would have done the same thing in your place.

As I was saying, my primary order was to get the dirt.

I was given permission to protect you all, as well.

I also have them chasing a ghost for me.

My sister Cynthia. She was taken when she was six and I was sixteen.

There's been no sign of her since. Sadly, nothing has been confirmed yet.”

Pretty Girl makes a sound, sympathy shining in her gorgeous green eyes. “Hunter, were we just jobs?”

“God no! You know I fell in love with you along the way. Age difference be damned. You're mine, and I’m, yours.”

“Fuck you,” Ghost spits, hurling himself toward me. I stop him short with an arm. “We ALL love her. No need for any more drama, okay?”

Trikk pulls him backwards. “Chill, bro.”

“Is this the last of the fucking secrets now?” Pretty Girl demands.

“Yes, I believe so.”

“Good.” She spins to address the room. “For the record, I still don’t forgive any of you six. But- I will work with you to get us out of here. Look- my feelings still remain. I still... love you all. You just can’t bounce back from what you did. I need time.”

Frost speaks next. “Understood, Killer. Now, about that escape? We need to meticulously plan this. The good news is there’s no Director anymore to stand in our way.”

“And the bad news is there's still the four masks, and an ass-load of staff between us and our freedom,” Phoenyxx says.

“Frost, I trust you can start the planning without us for a while? I have something I need to settle with Pretty Girl,” I say.

“Um... okay. But don’t be too long. This can’t wait.”

With a curt nod, I grab my girl’s hand, leading her to my bedroom.

Phoenyxx

The second we get inside, Hunter locks the door. He grabs me by the throat. “Now... about that punishment.” I let out a squeak of surprise. He tosses me backwards onto the bed. He sits down on the end. “Get up, and strip. Slowly.”

I shiver, delicious zaps of electricity worming under my skin. The stark contrast to what I dealt with from Synn’s father is different enough it doesn’t affect how I’m feeling.

Hunter is so dominant. Damn. I slowly remove my clothes, putting on a bit of a show, shaking my hips.

“Stop that.”

I immediately still.

Hunter pats his legs, voice dropping a couple of octaves as he commands, “Crawl to me. Slowly. Then come get over my knee.”

“Wh...What? Why?”

“You deserve a good spanking. Now move that ass!”

Holy fuck. New kink unlocked.

I feel so safe with Hunter; the shit I’ve been through doesn’t touch this situation at all.

I crawl over, making a show of it by arching my back and thrusting out my chest. I even purr a bit like a cat. I slowly stand, and lay face down in his lap. He holds me by the waist, the other hand coming down with a “smack”—no notice, so I couldn’t brace myself for it. “

Count them. If you miss even one, I’ll start over.”

Okay then. “Yes, Sir—King—Daddy... fuck.”

He smacks me again, harder this time.

“Two,” I moan.

He tenderly rubs the stinging spot on my ass cheek, making me relax a bit. Without warning though, a loud “thwack” is made on the other cheek. “Ow! Three! Fuck!”

“Do not be sassy,” he warns. “I’ll have to get stricter if you don’t behave.”

My pussy floods with my arousal. It throbs with each beat of my heart. Another slap.

“Four.” Then, in quick succession. “Five, six, s-seven... fuck dammit!”

Hunter roughly palms my breast, pinching my nipple. “Last warning.”

I shudder, soaking his lap. He has to have noticed by now.

Three more smacks come, cheek to cheek. “Eight, nine, ten,” I pant, squirming uncontrollably.

“Okay, all done. Have you learned your lesson?”

I sit up, turning to face him. Biting my lip, I let him take in my flushed skin and rapid breathing. My nipples are so hard, they could cut glass.

Hunter groans out loud and curses. “They’ll hear us.”

“I don’t give a single fuck.” I grin.

He stands, taking me with him. He backs me towards the wall, my back colliding hard with it. I wrap my legs around his waist. He quickly undoes his pants, drawing out his mouthwatering cock. Without a single word, he thrusts into me—balls deep—in one drive of his hips.

I gasp loudly. Hunter pummels me with his cock. Brutal, fast, hard thrusts—no apologies. He's grunting like an animal. I can feel the wall moving behind my back.

I feel that burn start to unfurl inside me. He reaches down, tweaking my clit. I cry out, and he rubs it hard.

“Come for me, Pretty Girl.”

He circles my clit three more times, and my orgasm hits me with the subtlety of a freight train. I scream my release, loud as I can. He roars, filling me with his white-hot seed.

“Hey!” Banging on the door makes me giggle.

“The fuck, bro?”

“Don't touch her!”

“Seriously?”

Then Valley’s voice, “You go, girl!”

Laughter fills my chest, and Hunter drops me gently down. I collapse at the waist, wheezing from laughter. He tucks himself away and I re-dress. I open the door, only for him to stop me with a high five. Oh my God. I am snort-laughing. Valley joining me. So worth it!

Ghost

I can't hold on much longer. All this new information, and I can’t even hold my Malishka. She's turned to Harris, letting him touch her! No. I'm not accepting this.

I wait until she’s alone, showering. I slip inside the unlocked bathroom, shedding my clothes. I pull the shower curtain back, and step inside.

She's shampooing her hair, and it’s in her eyes. “Hunter?”

“No, Malishka. I need you. Please, please just let me hold you. I know I don’t deserve it, but can you forgive me? For what I was forced to do?”

She swipes the shampoo out of her eyes and whirls to face me, not trying to cover herself up at all. My cock hardens seeing her delectable body again after so long. I ignore it though. That's not what this is about.

Her eyes well up with tears. “Ghost... dammit! You have to understand something. You—out of everyone—should get this. You ripped my soul clean from my body. It's the most painful thing I’ve ever felt in my life. That's not something I can just bounce back from.”

“I... I do understand, baby. But—”

“But... I fucking love you. You were the first one to steal my heart. I miss you. All I’m asking is for time to work through this. I won’t freeze you out, but I’m not ready to have sex yet.”

I throw myself into her arms and I rock her, kissing her hair and face. “Malishka, I don’t need sex from you right now. Just this—this sustains me. Thank you. I love you so very much. I'll work to earn your forgiveness.”

I close my eyes, letting the contact with her fill me back up. It's time we stand together to fight, and being by her side is everything.

Razor

Was that Ghost that just went into the bathroom with Fiasca? Oh crap... I need to make sure he doesn’t get his throat cut or something.

I pause outside the door, listening. There are soft murmurs, but no yelling. Thank fuck. I wait a beat, then let myself in. “Hey, you guys okay in there?”

Fiasca yelps loudly. “Dammit, Razor, what the fuck? We're fine!”

“Really?” I drawl. “Room for one more?”

“Ugh!” she screams, throwing something at me from behind the curtain. I just manage to dodge the bottle of shampoo. “No! No sex, with any of you!”

“What about naked wrestling?” I smirk to myself. She'll forgive me, I just know it.

“For fuck’s sake!” The curtain is ripped open, a naked Ghost stepping out, shaking his head. He dries off, putting his clothes back on.

“Good luck,” he tosses over his shoulder, then leaves us alone.

“I don’t forgive you, asshole,” Fiasca yells. “I'm sick of explaining this!”

I put my arm up and wave an invisible flag. “I hear you, Fiasca. Can I earn it? I want you back. I didn’t realize until the end that I fell for you. I... love you. I've never said that to a single woman, ever.”

She sighs heavily. “I fell for you, too—all of you. But you will not be back in my bed. Give me time, okay? I don’t hate you.”

“Yeah, baby, I can do that. I'll let you finish up. See you in a few.” I leave the bathroom, my heart filled with hope.

Soon, Fiasca... soon.