23

Archer
We’ve been back at the academy for a week and I still don’t feel myself because of what happened over winter break.
I killed a student’s mother to save Oak’s life during winter break, an act that I’m still trying to process. It’s meant I’ve been unfocused, particularly on my quest to get Adrianna into my bed. Our sexting has stopped entirely since she got back, despite my attempts to reignite it.
Senior gym class is about to start and there’s no sign of my beautiful cartel princess. After winter break and one week of a PI following her, I have some rather juicy information that I’m sure she won’t want leaked. If I’m right, it will mean that Adrianna will finally submit to me, if that’s what it takes. However, I’d rather try to wear her down the good old-fashioned way with persistence rather than blackmail. It’s my last resort.
“Anita, can you stand up here for the demonstration?”
Anita glances around as if looking for someone else called Anita. To be fair, I rarely use anyone but Adrianna for demos, because she’s the only one who can match me.
The door to the gymnasium opens, and Azira and Adrianna stroll in with their arms hooked together. I narrow my eyes. “Adrianna, you are late. Which means you get to help me with my demonstration.”
I wave Anita away, who looks thankful.
Adrianna leans toward Azira and whispers something before untangling theirs arms and walking to stand in front of me. She looks as beautiful as ever, with her dark hair tied in a bun and her bright green eyes glimmering with that arousing defiance I love so much.
“Today we’re going to learn how to disable your opponent without doing damage.” I pause a moment, watching her. “All you need to do is stand there and look pretty, Miss Vasquez.”
Her nostrils flare.
“And let me do the work.”
A few students chuckle, but Adrianna finds it far from amusing, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Arms up as if you are anticipating an attack,” I order.
Rage is swirling in those green depths of hers as she watches me, anticipating my attack.
I move toward her at speed and grab her shoulder with force, flipping her onto the safety mat under our feet with little effort. Placing my foot on her ribcage, I smirk down at her. “It’s as simple as that.” I glance at the rest of the class. “Get a solid grasp of the shoulder and use your weight to flip your opponent to the ground. It does minimal damage but ensures your opponent is entirely subdued.”
Out of nowhere, Adrianna grabs my foot and twists it expertly enough to force me to lose my balance and tumble onto the mat beside her. “Are you sure it entirely subdues your opponent, coach?” she asks, looking immensely pleased with herself.
“Well played, but I was distracted at the time.” I climb to my feet and offer her my hand, which she ignores.
Instead, she gets to her feet herself.
I can’t help myself as I grab her hips and pull her toward me, lowering my lips to her ear. “Careful, Vasquez, or I might just fall on top of you next time and finally give you my cock. I’m sure the class would love a demonstration in a good fucking.”
Adrianna turns crimson as she steps away from me, glaring at me, but deep down I know she’s aching for it. My cock is steel and throbbing in my pants as I turn my attention to the rest of the class. “Now get into pairs and practice,” he barks.
Adrianna is quick to pair up with Azira, no doubt attempting to get away from me. They start chattering, which irritates me to no end, even though all the other students are talking.
I approach them. “Enough chit chat. Get to work ladies, or I’ll have you in detention after class with me.” I take in Adrianna’s beautiful figure slowly and purposefully to piss her off. “Perhaps that’s exactly what you want, Miss. Vasquez.” He winks.
She doesn’t respond, merely glares at me and gets into position in front of Azira. Knowing that I have to focus on the entire class and not just Adrianna, I move along, giving Alexander and Rizzo some pointers on their stances.
Once I circle back around, Azira and Adrianna are at it again, chattering rather than doing what they’ve been told.
“What did I tell you both about chatting?” I bark, making Azira jump, but Adrianna seemed to be aware of my presence.
Azira gets into position this time and I watch as Adrianna carries out the move with little effort, flipping Sidorov onto her back.
“Good work, Adrianna,” I say, before moving onto the next pair. Rosa and Anita are paired up and both struggling with the move.
“Rosa, you need to be looser in your stance.” I glance at Anita. “Both of you are too tense. Try to relax a little.”
Anita scoffs. “It’s difficult to relax when you are about to be flipped over.”
“Try it,” I instruct.
She sighs and they both try to loosen their stance. Rosa flips Anita over, but it’s a little clumsy.
“Better,” I say.
My eyes dart toward Azira and Adrianna, who are still chin-wagging. I move toward them. “Quiet, both of you. I won’t ask you to keep your mouth shut again.”
Azira spins toward me, eyes blazing with an uncontained rage. “Maybe I’ll keep my mouth shut when you stop sexually harassing my friend and trying to get her to suck your cock.”
Adrianna looks shocked, and the entire gymnasium turns quiet. I can’t deny that I’m taken aback by Azira’s brazen attitude and speaking out of turn. Anger bubbles inside of me as I march toward her and set my hands on my hips. “That’s it, Sidorov. Go to Luigi now. I won’t stand for you talking to me like that.”
Azira’s throat bobs as swallows. “Sir, I’m sorry, I just-”
“Now, Sidorov. No getting out of it.” I won’t allow her to speak to me like that, not in front of the entire class. Azira turns around and walks out of there, heading for Luigi’s office, and I turn my attention to Adrianna.
“Looks like it’s me and you for the rest of the class.”
She shakes her head. “Why don’t you just send me to Luigi, too?”
“Because.” I move closer to her and lower my voice so only she can hear. “I’m going to punish you myself in detention after this class.”
Her jaw works. “Detention for what, exactly?”
I grab her hand and yank her toward me. “For being a naughty girl,” I murmur in her ear.
She shudders and moves away from me, reclaiming her hand. “Come on then, let’s see what you’ve got.”
It’s a challenge if ever I’ve heard one and that only inflames the desire inside of me. Positioning myself in front of her, I launch forward and reach for her right shoulder. However, she reads the move and doesn’t stay put, dodging to the side so that I miss her entirely.
And then she grabs my shoulder from behind and flips me onto my back, leering over me. “Is that the best you can do?”
Jumping to my feet, I stand in front of her and beckon for Adrianna to attack me. She narrows her eyes and then moves toward me with admirable grace. I’ve always admired the effortlessness in the way she fights.
However, she is predictable as her eyes shift at the last minute to the left, and I dodge out of the way, grabbing her arm and pinning it behind her back. “Is that the best you can do, baby?” I murmur into her ear, keeping her pulled tight against me.
Every muscle in her body is tense, but I intend to change that after this class. She’ll be screaming my name while I make her climax harder than ever before.