Page 76 of The Call of Crimson
“Didn’t feel that way when you rubbed your ass against it and moaned for me in the library.”
“First off, I did not rub any?—”
Punch.
His fist crashes into my gut before I can finish the sentence.
“Fuck,” I wheeze, staggering.
I right myself just in time to dodge his second punch, snapping a kick into his chest. It doesn’t land clean, sending a sharp spike of pain up my calf.
Darian stumbles but keeps his footing.
I rush him, throwing a right hook toward his nose.
He deflects it easily, countering with a brutal punch to my jaw. Pain explodes across my face, rattling my teeth.
Spitting blood onto the dirt, I glare murder at him.
“Come on, General,” he taunts. “You fight like the spoiled brat you are.”
With a growl, I launch myself at him, feinting high before slamming my body into his torso. He buckles under the momentum, and we crash to the ground hard, me landing on top.
Before he can react, I pull back my arm and drive my fist into his nose.
The victory is short-lived, though. Using his greater size, he bucks his hips and throws me off, rolling me beneath him. He pins my shoulders, pressing a forearm against my throat.
“Submit,” he growls.
“Fuck you,” I rasp, my vision darkening at the edges.
I need oxygen as badly as I need to win this match.
“No thanks,” he smirks.
“Wasn’t really an offer,” I choke out.
With a sharp jab, I jam my fingers into the pressure point at his neck.
He jerks back with a grunt, loosening his hold just enough for me to shove him off.
Rolling free, I gasp for air, blood slicking my jaw, my chest heaving. I flip to my feet, dropping into a crouch.
Darian rises too, blood running freely down his face from his broken nose.
“What now?” he pants.
I grin, sharp and feral, beckoning him forward with a cocky two-finger wave. “Come on, General. Thought you said you weren’t done yet.”
“You haven’t had enough?” he growls, circling me.
I mirror his steps, keeping him in front of me at all times. “I’ll have had enough when you’re flat on your back submitting to me.”
“That willneverhappen,” he promises.
We’ll see.
He makes the first move, charging me.
