3

Archer
The time of giving Adrianna suggestive looks is over, as I watch her as she walks across the gym hall in her too tight top and short skirt It’s impossible to stem my desire for her. It’s been just over five weeks since the semester started, and I can’t wait any longer.
Adrianna Vasquez.
The girl I want this year more than any girl I’ve ever wanted in any other school year. Biding my time is finally over, as patience isn’t my strong suit and she’s ignored all of my subtle hints.
She’s brilliant in every single way.
Beautiful beyond compare and the top of combat class, even better than any of the guys in the class. The only person she can’t best is me.
After this lesson, I intend to make my proposition. I will have her in my bed sooner rather than later. However, there’s a niggling doubt in the back of my mind that Adrianna might not be so easy to win over.
In past years the girls I’ve had affairs with have been eager and almost tempting me with their come fuck me eyes. Adrianna is as cold as ice, but I intend to melt that ice and turn her into flames of passionate desire that match my own by the time this year is out.
“Good afternoon, Seniors,” I say, drawing the class’s attention to me, including Adrianna. “And welcome back to combat class. Today, we will work on disarming techniques.” I nod to the cabinet in the corner. “Everyone select an implement.”
There’s a rush, as there always is for the best weapons, Adrianna effortlessly getting there first and grabbing the ever popular long sword.
“Ms. Vasquez, come here and let me show everyone the moves we will be learning.” Even before this year, nine times out of ten, Adrianna was the one I always picked for demonstrations.
Her jaw works as she stands in front of me, wielding the blunted short sword. “I am going to disarm Adrianna. Come at me with a jab and I’ll take it from you.”
A whisper of a smile graces her beautiful lips. “I’d like to see you try, Coach.”
I ready my stance and watch her carefully, as if anyone in this class can best me it’s Adrianna.
She swings her short sword around before lunging toward my left. It’s an excellent move, but I see it coming and move to the left enough so that the sword swipes past me, giving me the chance to grab her wrist, bending it and forcing her to drop the weapon.
She grunts in frustration.
“That move there is one of the easiest yet least expected. Allow your opponent to think they’re going to get you and then flip the table when you disarm them.” I smirk at Adrianna. “Care to try again.” I throw the short sword in the air and she catches it effortlessly.
“Definitley.”
“Everyone in position and take turns to disarm your partner,” I say, never once taking my eyes off of Adrianna. “Give me your best shot.”
Adrianna’s eyes narrow, and her grip tightens on the hilt of the sword. She watches me with such intensity that I can’t help but imagine her looking at me like that from the flat of her back while I fuck her for the first time.
And then she moves forward gracefully, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and trying to make me guess which side she’ll strike.
Her only give away is her eyes, which shift multiple time to my right, warning me before she makes the move.
I block it and twist her arm behind her back, forcing the blade out of her hand and pulling her close. “Nice try, but you give your intentions away with your eyes.”
She grunts and pulls away from me. “Why don’t you try, then?”
I throw the short sword in between my hands. “Gladly.”
Her eyes narrow as she readies her stance, watching me carefully.
Everyone has tells and I know mine, but the key is to hide them as best you can.
Lunging forward, I fake leaning toward her right, but shift my weight at the last minute, forcing Adrianna to correct herself suddenly.
Instead of striking her left, I bring the short sword right to her center, the tip resting against her throat.
“Nice try, Vasquez, but you’re no match for me.” The tip of the blunt sword teases against her skin as she glares at me.
And then she moves suddenly, knocking the sword upwards with force and taking me by surprise.
I lose grip of the sword and she swipes it from the air, spinning around as she grabs it and bringing it up at an impressive speed to my throat.
“You were saying?”
I smirk. “Nice work. This is exactly the initiative I want to see students showing in my class. Again.”
Her eyes flash with determination as she returns the sword to my hand. The lesson continues in the same way, each of us winning a round until we’re at a draw by the end of the class.
The bell sounds. “End of class. Everyone may leave. See you all on Thursday.”
People grumble and pack their bags, as everyone loves combat training. It’s refreshing to be a teacher of a subject students are genuinely passionate about.
My eyes land on my target and I move toward her as she packs some of her things into her bag.
“Adrianna, can I have a word with you?” I ask.
Her dark, chestnut brown eyes meet mine and it feels like fire shoots through my veins. “What about?”
The other students filter out of the gym into the changing room, but Azira lingers behind, waiting for Adrianna.
“Leave Sidorov.” I clench my jaw.
Azira looks a little hesitant, lingering on the spot.
“It’s an order.” I glare at her, until finally she gives up and heads into the changing rooms.
Adrianna’s nostrils flare and I sense she knows what’s about to come, as the look she gives me could kill. Once all the students have left the gym, I move toward her, although she’s staring at me with what I could only describe as hatred.
Setting her hands on her hips, she asks, “What do you need to speak to me about? I have torture next with Professor Luigi, so I can’t be late.”
I arch a brow. “Is that anyway to speak to one of your professors?”
She grunts and narrows her eyes. “No, but if I’m late, you know what happens.”
I do indeed know what happens to students that are late for Bly’s classes. “If you are late, I’ll write a note.”
Her jaw works. “So, what do you want to talk about?”
Adrianna already knows why I want to talk to her, as I’ve made it clear the way I’ve been looking at her and she knows my reputation. I move closer to her, the need to pull her against me driving me fucking insane.
Adrianna glares at me. “What do you want?” She crosses her arms over her chest, defensively.
“I want you,” I murmur, reaching for her hip and trying to yank her against me.
“Over my dead body,” she says, stepping back from me and putting distance between us.
Adrianna is going to be more of a challenge than my previous conquests, that’s for sure. And I’ve always loved a challenge.
I arch a brow and step closer to her again. “I wouldn’t be so dismissive.”
She keeps stepping away until her back hits into the wall and she’s got nowhere to go. Exactly how I want her, trapped and powerless.
“I’m warning you, if you come any closer I’ll-”
“You’ll what, Adrianna?” I slide my hands onto her hips and yank her against me. “Tell me what you’ll do to me.”
“This,” she says and then slams her fist into my gut, knocking the wind out of me as I double over in pain. A move I should have seen coming if wasn’t thinking with my dick.