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Fuck. Kaia hadn’t wanted to think about that, and she definitely didn’t want to feel the stares of everyone who’d heard the statement now.
“Fine.” Kaia bent her knees, slouching forward a little the way she’d seen boxers do in old vids. She shook out her hands, bouncing a little on her toes the way they did. She looked for some glimpse of feedback in Orion’s expression, but he remained a motionless statue before her, not even bothering to brace himself. Was he expecting her to hold back, or just to suck?
Kaia wasn’t the holding-back kind. She went straight for the throat.
The sputter wheezing out of him as her punch landed was a satisfying start. It wasn’t even a good hit, she knew that. But when his eyes widened and he stepped back a little, Kaia felt herself smiling.
“The fuck?” Orion coughed.
“You said to hit you.”
His eyes narrowed, and Kaia wondered if maybe this hadn’t been a bad idea.
“Fuck it then.” In a quick movement, Orion had his massive arm locked around her chest and her back slammed against him.
The crushing pressure of his forearm constricted Kaia’s breathing. Pain jolted from an awkwardly pinched nipple through her breast. “Break free, princess.”
Kaia wriggled, trying to dislodge her breast with zero success. She didn’t know what this was, but she didn't think it was how “sparring” was supposed to go. Wasn’t he meant to teach her things? Or was this just an excuse for him to fuck with her?
If that’s how he wants to play it.
Kaia jutted her knee forward, then shoved her heel back. The smack of her bare foot against his shin told her she found the mark. He jerked his left foot aside, giving her the opportunity to thrust her hips upward, tucking her legs as she twisted herself sideways in the air. It was no use. His tight hold keeping her torso against his chest prevented her from breaking loose, no matter how hard she tried to contort her lower body.
But Kaia felt a pang of pride at the sharp exhale against her hair when she drove a loose elbow into his ribs. He barely grunted as he corrected the situation by grabbing her hands in one of his own and pinning them against her abdomen.
Kaia’s pulse hammered and sweat was already beading on her skin, but she refused to give up. She wouldn't give this asshole the satisfaction. She kept kicking anything and everything within reach: the air, his legs, his feet. Her side cramped in protest as she sucked air into burning lungs. She twisted her neck, trying to sink her teeth into the flesh of his arm with no luck.
Her fight against the immovable object behind her went on like that for a while. He said nothing. Didn’t object or make suggestions. He just took it, shifting his weight under her blows and futile flurries. The others in the gym turned to watch at first, but averted their eyes when they saw her flailing, some shaking their heads with a measure of discomfort. How stupid she must look to them, red-faced and breathless. How useless.
This is what he wants, she realized. He wastryingto make her look like a complete idiot.
With a final growling jerk, Kaia slumped beneath him.
His voice was gentle when he finally spoke, his chin propped on top of her head. “You done, princess?”
She gave it another weak wrench before resigning herself to being humiliated.
“Now you know. Aimless struggle is useless. I’m stronger and bigger, and it’ll only wind me up. You feel me?”
She did. It hadn’t registered when she was in the midst of it, but there was a hard bulge pressed against the small of her back. Her breath caught as she shifted her hips forward, trying to put distance between herself andthat. But with a quick pull, Orion dragged her back against him, keeping the contact.
“You want to be strategic about it,” Orion continued in a low purr, and Kaia was hyper-aware of his finger tracing little circles on her bare shoulder.
Suddenly all the points at which their skin connected—his hands wrapped around her wrists, his arm flush with hers—were acutely emphasized in her senses. Even the hard protrusion of him, very obvious through the layers of cloth between them, wasn’t as distressing as those points of bare contact, where the pain of his hard grip mingled with the textured heat of his skin.
Kaia shook her head, trying to focus on his words. He breathed against her ear, and she smelled the exorin on his tongue, cold iron and blood enveloping her in a heady aura tinged with mint.
“Use your hips. Drop your weight. Just like a stone. Relax. That’s good.”
Thatwasgood. She could just do what he said. Focus on following instructions and not think about the rest of it.
“Now push your hips back. Into me, not away, hard. This isn’t about my dick, princess. You gotta commit.”
“Don’t call me princess,” Kaia bit back weakly, shoving her hips into him.
“I’ll call you whatever I want. Good…” The assurance came with a low, strained grunt. “Now twist your wrists and pull your arms away from your body. I'll resist, but with the leverage in your hips, you have the advantage.”
Kaia clamped her teeth on her bottom lip, straining with the effort of pushing her hips back and her arms forward at the same time. He wasn’t taking it easy on her, his hands remaining firm around both of her wrists.
