Page 79 of Brutal Revenge

She makes me want to be someone I said I’d never be.

Someone who wants too much.

When Azra exits the changing room a few minutes later, every head turns. Not because she’s beautiful—though she is—but because she walks like she doesn’t belong here.

She’s already fought the world and won.

I will act like I don’t know that, though. The snug fit of her workout gear ensures I’m not thinking with the head between my shoulders right now.

Azra receives as many admiring looks as I do, maybe even more, but she doesn’t notice them. All she sees is a gym full of admiring women and how half their hungry stares focus on me.

The workout mats cushion her stomps when she joins me on them. “If I find out you’ve done anything… nasty on these mats, I won’t be responsible for the severe injuries you’ll sustain.”

I suppress a grin.

I could tell her the truth. I’ve never trained with anyone here, touched anyone, or crossed a line in this space. But her jealousy is as tempting as how well her tits fill her workout crop top. So instead, I hit her with a frisky wink.

Her fury is fast and resolute. Her eyes narrow into tiny slits as her nostrils flare.

Just as fast, I palm my cock, silently warning him to calm down. I had no inkling I could feed off jealousy as much as I could carnage until now.

“Ready?” I ask, smirking like the smug prick I am.

Jealousy burns through Azra as she replies, “More than you.”

I show her the first move—a simple escape from a wrist grab. “When someone grabs your wrist, you want to?—”

Before I finish my explanation, she twirls on the spot, rams her ass into my crotch, grips my offending arm with two hands, then flips me over her shoulder. I hit the mat face-first as if I weigh nothing. Lucky. If I hadn’t landed on my face, I may have broken my cock. That’s how hard her ass-whipping makes me.

The room goes silent. Then someone claps.

I push myself up on my elbows, stunned.“Where the hell did you learn that?”

With her knee in my back, flattening me back against the mat, Azra brushes her lips against my ear. “I have four older brothers. There’s no move you can put on me that I can’t overcome, Ruso.”

Ruso?

A smidge of hesitation flickers across her face when she spotsmy confusion. Stumbling back, she stutters out an excuse for the change-up.

“Definitely not a Matt,” I agree. “But Nico is the only one who calls me Teo, so if you want to call me that too, I don’t mind.”

She contemplates for half a second, her chest thrusting. “Does Ruso bother you?”

“Not at all,” I instantly answer, loving that she wants something solely for herself.

Her smile.Fuck. Me.

Shoot me now, Cupid. Your man is done fighting.

“Then I’ll stick with Ruso.”

I bite my lower lip to hide my smile. “All right.”

After shaking off both my shock and eagerness, I try again to catch her in a compromising position.

And again.

And again.