Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (most popular ebook readers .txt) 📗

"Wow!"

I stand behind the bag hanging from the ceiling and put my arms around it.

"Group up, hands at shoulder level, and hit it."

"Just like that?"

"Do you want to stretch first? Great, I've got some exercises where you scream and I vigorously thrust myself into your body. The fastest and most effective warm-up."

Rie rolls her eyes and obediently follows all the instructions, weakly hitting the punching bag. And I was already getting my hopes up for sex.

"Come on! Even my octogenarian great-aunt hits harder than that."

The plump lips press together, hiding a smile, and another punch comes to the bag. This time much more powerful.

"That's better! Did you picture me?"

A line of five punches to different parts of the equipment answers for her.

"Now you."

My lips part in a satisfied smile. I move away from the bag and beckon the girl to me with my fingers. I lift my hands, turning them palms up toward her.

"Why picturing? Here I am. Hit me."

"Are you sure you want me to do this?"

The harmless smile on her pretty face is disconcerting. The small dimples on her cheeks erase the edge of my vigilance, After looking at the pretty face for a second, I miss the blow to my right cheekbone.

"Holy shit!"

The stars aren't shooting out of my eyes, of course, but she hit me hard.

The ringing laughter is sobering. It reminds me that Reenah is not an insta-girl who worries about her reputation. She is a worthy adversary, whom I want to put on her back.