A flush of anger crept up her cheeks. She tightened her grip on the foil and charged forward, launching a flurry of attacks. I deflected them, and with a quick parry-riposte combination, I landed another hit, the impact stinging her chest.
“It’s a shame the choir rejected you. Maybe if you beg, they’ll make an exception to have you back?”
She staggered back, her breathing coming in ragged gasps. “How did you know about that?”
By the way her mouth parted, I believed she finally understood. She’d wanted to pick fencing but didn’t have the guts to, so I’d made that happen out of the generosity of my own heart.
“You should thank me. I wouldn’t have gone through all of this trouble for just anyone.” I trapped her into an attack she couldn’t dodge until I was close enough to whisper in her ear, “Precision beats brute strength.”
“Stop toying with me and finish this.” Her eyes watered, strands of her hair falling on her face, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead.Beautiful.
“As you wish.”
With one final attack, my foil stuck her chest, a clear point scored. She stumbled backward, the hall echoing with the sound of her defeat. She was on the ground, catching her breath.
My blade on her exposed neck, she craned her eyes up to me, one tear sliding down her cheek.
Told you I’d make you cry.
“Mark her!” a student yelled.
I crouched down, looming above her lying frame.
“I believe I just clipped your wings, my broken doll,” I whispered, drawing closer to her face while my blade cut the ribbon in her hair. “I’m thinking of collecting those.”
She didn’t let any more of her tears fall, but her face was burning red. “I loathe you, Levi.”
“Done trying to save my soul?”
When she didn’t reply, my blade drew blood on the side of her neck. Red. Pretty.
“You’re unhinged.”
“And I’m inked in your skin,” I purred.
“I’ll carve myself if it means having no reminders of you.”
“Be careful. That could be my kind of foreplay.”
“Fuck you,” she cursed.
“Not interested.”
My tongue darted on her wound as I licked her. She whimpered, and unless my senses were deceiving me, I felt her leaning into my tongue.
“Who knew the second thing I’d taste of you would be your blood?” I breathed.
For all I knew, I didn’t have a blood kink, but something about Dalia made me want to possess everything about her. It was sickening. And the worst thing? My dick had fucking hardened into my pants.No. Fuck, no.
I immediately pulled away from her and let my foil fall to the ground, its metallic clang resonating sharply through the room. She put herself back on her feet and flew away to the locker room, probably crying. It’d be the last time she’d be doing fencing.
“Why are you all standing there? The duels are not over, en garde!” Tara screamed at her puppets, thundering by my side. “You were messing with her. If she were against me, I wouldn’t have missed her. When we do duels, we mark our opponent on the cheek. You went for a silly spot on the neck.”
I indulged her jealous self with a smirk. “Well, it would be such a pity to damage such a pretty face, don’t you think? She got what she deserved. She won’t be coming back here.”
The foils clashed with a resounding clang, accompanied by the hissing, high-pitched screams of footsteps behind us.
“You spoke too soon,” Tara chortled.
