She grunted right before I squeezed the sound right from her throat as we crashed into the cold, hard ground.
The roaring in my head only grew when I rolled her over under me and met her wide eyes. I drew my hand back, my fingers clenched into a tight fist and punched her. Pain exploded in my knuckle when it caught the edge of her helmet, but I didn’t care. Blood burst across her skin over her eye and I drew my hand back and hit her again to spill some more.
“Oh shit!”
“Grab her!”
Hands reached out for me, but I threw them off.
I wrapped my fingers around the strap of her helmet and shook her. “Don’t you ever talk about her again! Ever!” I screamed, my skin tight, my lips peeled back from my teeth. My heart exploded in my chest, my thighs squeezing her waist as I tried to crush her right here on the concrete while I pulled my fist back a third time.
Powerful fingers locked on my forearm. “Maisy, stop!” Priest’s commanding voice cut through the voices of my team, but not through the haze of violence rioting inside me.
His fault.
I spun around and met his narrowed dark eyes, the flicker of disappointment there—that was his fault too. A storm of animosity burst from somewhere deep in my heart. I wanted to hurt him the way he hurt me.
For how this one mistake continued to hurt me.
Drawing back my other hand, I swung at him.
The gasps of my teammates cut through the haze filling my head. His eyes widened as he ducked my hand, and when he straightened, he pierced me with a cold, hard glare. “You took a swing at me.” His tone dropped impossibly low, his words lethal and deathly calm.
I couldn’t speak, I could only lash out again, but this time, before I could even pull my hand all the way back, he lifted me clean off the concrete and threw me over his shoulder.
“Put me down, you son of a bitch! I hate you.” I beat on his back as I tried to twist out from under the arm pinning me to his shoulder. I kicked my skates in the air and yanked his shirt. “Put. Me. Down!”
My arms grew heavy, my lungs ached, and tears filled my angry eyes as he slid us both under the rail and off the track, never letting me down while he did it.
Proficient fucker.
His skates pounded the concrete floor, the reverberation shooting through him and into me so hard my teeth rattled with it, and my mouthguard fell out with a wet splatter as he stalked away from my team.
“Practice is over! Go home!” he bellowed as he snapped open the door to his office and slammed it shut behind him, making the glass behind the blinds quake.
Dropping me on my skates, he backed me right up against the wall. “What the fuck was that?”
“You don’t know? Maybe I wasn’t doing it right then,” I spat before bringing my palm up and slapping him with everything I had, the sound of my skin snapping across his cheek a crack of thunder before an ominous silence filled the room.
His nostrils flared, his brows dropped low over his now black eyes. With a flick of his fingers, my chinstrap popped free and my helmet skittered across the floor. Grabbing me by the jaw, his fingers trembled against me as he held me there with the pads of his rough fingers sinking into my skin.
I lifted my chin and refused to look away. He fucked up, not me.
He wanted me to stand up for myself?
Fine. I did.
Now what?
“You hit me.” He growled the words against my mouth as he sucked in a furious breath, nuzzling his nose against my cheek.
I dug my nails into the skin just above the back of his shorts and pulled him against me hard. “Let go of me and I’ll do it again.”
He ground against me, hard and ready, the promise of him dragging a ragged hiss from between my lips.
“You’d like that, but no—that’s not what we’re doing now. You had your shot. You won’t get another.”
I reached for him, my hands wrapping around his balls through his shorts and squeezing.
“Jokes on you. I like it hard, Mayhem.”
He curled his hand into the waistband of my shorts at my hip and jerked the fabric down. Panting against me as he teased the corner of my mouth with his lips, his hand shot along the elastic, the back of his hand grazing right over my hot center right before he dragged down the fabric on the other hip.
“We have a rule,” I gasped out as his lips slid closer and my body defied me by clenching impossibly tight, leaving me wet with furious lust.
“No kissing. Got it,” he said with a jerky nod as he continued to yank back and forth until he had my shorts around my knees.
“I hate you.” I bit out the words, my body defying my head with every thrust of my hips against him.
Seeking. Wanting. Needing him inside me.
“We both know that’s a fucking lie,” he said as he dragged his own shorts down his thighs.
“You’re an asshole.”
He let out a scathing laugh. “This isn’t news.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to fuck you.”
I plunged my hands under his shirt and met hot, smooth skin. “What if I want to do the fucking?”
He pressed his forehead against mine. “You already have, Mayhem. I’m here breaking all the rules for you. I’ve torn open every fucking wound I have…for you,” he said, his words full of torment. “You’ve fucked me from every goddamn direction but one,” he said before swooping his arm behind
