Page 42 of Destruction

“You’re so sure you’re going to win?”

I grin and take a step closer, impressed that he doesn’t try to back away, though a fissure of worry crosses his face before his expression smooths out. “Do you think you can beat me, Topolino?”

“Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

Reaching a hand out, I grin wider when Benjamin involuntarily flinches. I haven’t been ignorant to the way he’s been trying to keep his distance—he couldn’t be more blatantly obvious if he tried. Smoothing a hand over his soft cheek, I don’t try to hide how much enjoyment I get from the way his face flushes and how his breath catches.

“Such a precious baby mouse,” I muse. “No wonder Ignacio kept you, even if he did you a disservice by not training you properly.”

Benjamin finally moves away, the loss of contact not at all tempering my interest. “You havenoidea of the things we’ve gone through… I’m sorry torturing each other hasn’t been high on our priority list, instead we were taking down Jax and cleaning up after his mess.”

I hum. “I don’t have a very high opinion of your organization right now, Topolino. That you were kidnapped and tortured should have put a fire under your fiancé’s ass to get you properly trained.” I sneer. “Instead, he decided to coddle you.”

Benjamin moves forward, his eyes burning with anger behind his glasses to mask the flash of pain there. “You have no fucking idea what we went through while we were with that psycho. Donotpretend like you know everything.”

I smirk, happy to see the spark igniting in my Topolino. “Don’t I?” I tilt my head, wearing my arrogance like a cloak as I run various scenarios through my mind. There are so many moves Benjamin could make, and as he’s proven to be unpredictable thus far, it’s best to have different plans in place.

“I don’t have to have been there to guess what might have happened to you and your precious Ignacio… After all, you’re not the only one who’s ever been kidnapped. Though, I highly doubt you personally suffered much. Ignacio didn’t earn the name Chaos for no reason. It wouldn’t be remiss of me to assume he made a nuisance of himself in order to protect you.”

“Do not talk about things you don’t understand!” He moves until we’re a hair’s breadth apart, his sea green eyes are filled with a fire that gets my blood heating, and my cock perking up at the thought of putting this boy in his place. “You have no idea what I suffered for my Family, for my love.”

I smile and shrug. “A little torture is good for the soul. That you didn’t insist on being properly trained so it wouldn’t happen again is your problem, and now mine.”

I see his punch coming a mile away, but I allow it to hit me. I absorb the shock and pain before grabbing Benjamin’s arm and spinning him around, locking an arm around his throat and holding him close to me as he flails.

“One point for me, Topolino,” I whisper in his ear.

Letting him go, I practically skip away, bracing myself for him. Benjamin spins around, his cheeks are flushed and his breathing is slightly elevated already. His anger is ramped up, and it makes me internally grin.He’s playing right into my hands, stupid, stupid boy.

“Do you seriously think this is a game? Taunting me and trying to get me to break?”

I shrug. “It worked, didn’t it?” I touch the edge of my jaw, which stings a little from his punch, but barely—we’ll have to work on that.

He attacks again, but even his attempt to blindside me by using his non-dominant hand fails due to the sheer predictability of the move. This time, I hit him instead of just restraining him.

He rears back, lifting a hand to his mouth to wipe the blood, because I don’t pull my punches. I don’t give him time to think before attacking him head on.

Benjamin stumbles back, trying to run away from me, but it just makes me smile, and gives me exactly what I want.

He tries to counter my attack, and manages to block some of the hits aimed his way, but his attempts at striking me are weak, and make me even more determined to whip him into shape.

His chest is rising fast when he hits the wall, realizing he’s allowed himself to be backed into a corner with limited escape options.

Grabbing him by the throat, I huff at his feeble attempt to break away. “You know,” I say conversationally. “In order to be declared fit for duty, all of my men must pass one last test.” Leaning in, I brush my lips against his cheek before whispering in his ear as I say, “Do you know what that test is, Topolino?”

He struggles, his body deliciously rubbing against mine, causing my cock to jerk in my pants. Benjamin tries to kick me, his foot grazing against my shin, but I just tighten my hold on his throat.

“They have to fight me,” I tell him. “I don’t expect them to win. Joel is the only one who can beat me more than once—aside from Cristian, that is. No, they don’t have to win, but they are expected to put up a good fight and prove they won’t go down so easily.”

Easing up on him, I stare into his wide sea green eyes,—made impossibly wider thanks to the smudged makeup around them—and have to fight back the instinct to take this boy hard and fast… When I get him underneath me, it’ll be hard, but not fast. No, I want to take my Topolino apart piece by piece. I want him to writhe and scream for me, before I give him the pleasure he’s all butbeggingfor.

“You? You wouldn’t pass muster. But…don’t worry, my sweet topolino. I will help you. I will make it so people like Jax will never lay a hand on you again, and if they do?” I give him my most feral grin. “They will regret it for the remainder of their short lives as you teach them why you deserve to stand by Emilio’s side.”

Leaning in again, I say, “I will turn you into the best version of yourself, Baby Mouse; after I ruin you, of course.”

I press a hard kiss to his lips, drinking down his gasp before pulling away, even though it’s the last thing I want to do. “What was done to you left a scar, but it also taught you how strong you are, Benjamin. Remember that when I make you hate me. Because you will hate me, but that’s okay. I’m going to make you into something better, so you can continue to survive.” Letting him go completely, I move back to the center of the room.

Benjamin slumps against the wall, as if it’s the only thing holding him up.

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