Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

I throw my arm forward and hit her in the ribs, not painfully, but noticeably. Rie is lost for a second, not expecting me to do such an ungentlemanly thing, and then she gets up. The fire in her eyes lights up, and she lowers her hand sharply to hit me in the stomach.

I block and toss it aside. At the same second Reenah hits my cheek again with her left arm. I'm starting to get turned on by her agility. Satisfied with the result, the girl starts walking around me, aiming for another shot, and while she spends precious moments thinking it over, I punch her in the shoulder again.

"You're such an asshole!"

The girl hisses and suddenly pounces on me with her legs. I catch her so I don't fall over. I try to shield myself from the blows to my head and shoulders with one hand, and hold her under her ass with the other.

I'm laughing, realizing that I'm letting some chick beat me up. Fucking hell. I drop her slender body onto the mats and lay down on top of her. Her face glows, her green eyes gleam with euphoria.

"So this is how you wanted to beat me up?"

My right rib burns hard from the punch.

"And like this."

And then some pretty impressive punches burn my back.

"And also like this."

"You little... "

I grab the savage by the wrists, clad in thick gloves, and put them behind her head, nailing her to the mat. Adrenaline rushes through my veins. It's the first time I've ever gotten a high from a fight with a girl. Sure, it's not at full strength or even half strength, but I like the way Rie's acting. She's kicking around, laughing, trying to throw me off of her. She's on heat from the hormones released during the fight. She's got it going on, too. Not for nothing, the first day I saw her out on the track, I knew we had a lot in common.

I let myself do what I want to do the most right now. I lower my head and press my lips into hers. Rie freezes, stiffening momentarily. I pull away, drifting into the green eyes that are serious in a second.

"Is the training over?"

She asks with accusation. I squint, realizing that I have overstepped her boundaries. I don't understand which ones, because I'm one hundred percent sure I'm attracted to the brunette, but something is stopping her.

"No. Get up" I straighten up and hold out my hand to her.

We practiced a little more, but not as easily as when we started. Rie doesn't let herself relax anymore. She looks at me warily and expectantly. And it's starting to piss me off. Why should I suddenly care about making her feel comfortable?

I always do what I want. I want to kiss, I do this. I want to fuck - also with no hesitation.

"Why did you decide to do all this?"

After twenty minutes, the savage wipes the sweat off her forehead and looks at me sideways.

"So you could learn to defend yourself"

"I'm very good at defending myself"

"No. You have a knife. And if it were taken away from you, you would be as defenseless as a cowardly rabbit."

The pink lips clench with fury.

"Thank you, of course. But I can manage on my own. I've been fine without you my whole life, and then suddenly there's a prince on a horse. Although you are as far from a prince as Voldemort is from an innocent angel."

She turns around and, flashing her ass, walks out of the hall. I go berserk. In a second, a wave of anger hits me. First of all, because I want her, and she's playing hard to get. And also because I'm trying to fit in with her. What the fuck for?

I take off and fly up the stairs. I push open the door to the bitch's room, and then I stagger.

The familiar thing in her frail hand slaps my brain, painfully pulling from my memory what had long been buried beneath tons of dust. My legs grow into the floor, and the oxygen in my lungs turns to poison. My chest burns, preventing me from taking a breath.

Reenah is about to put the scarf on the bed, but noticing my stupor, she stops.

"Are you out of your mind? Will you stop breaking into my room?"

Barely dragging my feet, I walk closer. This can't be happening. It's probably just a similar thing. My heart thuds in the back of my head.

I pull the soft satin fabric out of the girl's hand, and I already know that I am not mistaken. I remember very well those splashes of faded blue across the navy blue. It was tailored by a famous designer.

"Where did you get that scarf?"

The voice sounds muffled, as if from the netherworld. Even such a short phrase is hard to pronounce. I slid my eyes greedily over the material as my fingers sank into the time-worn fabric.

"What difference does it make? Give it to me, Matthew!"

Reenah stretches out her hand, intending to take the scarf from me, but I sharply pull it aside.

"Where did you get it?"

"From the orphanage" She shrugs perplexedly. "We had things brought to us from charity. I picked out this scarf. What do you care?"

Charity... That's where my father took all of Evelyn's stuff!

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