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Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

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She can protect her precious little face all she wants, but I hope she

doesn’t. I’d love to see blood coming out of her fucking nose.

We head straight for center field, both of us turning toward each other,

ready to face off as she drops the ball between us.

“Whistle after three,” I tell her, leaning down. “One.”

She leans down with me, our eyes locked. “Two.”

“Thr—”

But she charges, cutting me off and throwing her shoulder into me. I

growl, crashing to my ass as she scoops up the ball and runs.

I should’ve known… I watch her ponytail swing as she flies down the

field toward the goal, and I slam the ground with my fist, growling as I jump

to my feet.

God, I hate her.

I bolt, charging after her, but she reaches the end of the field and launches

the ball into the net. She doesn’t celebrate as she grabs the ball back out of

the goal and tosses it to me. I catch it, the rain spilling in my eyes as I barely

notice her clothes sticking to her body.

“Again!” she demands.

Yeah, you got that right. Digging in my heels, I take up position back at

the center, but I don’t wait for her to be ready. I fling the ball down the field,

but before she has a chance to move, I slam my body into her and rush past.

“Ugh!” she screams.

I run, picking up the ball and racing down the field, but in a moment, I

feel her stick tapping harder and harder into my legs. “Move your ass!” she

yells. “Come on. Come on.”

I tighten my fists around the damn stick, debating whether knocking her

head off with my pole is worth the jail time.

I toss the ball, it lands in the net, and lightning flashes across the sky as

her lips brush my ear. “I love how you move your ass for me.”

I whip around, shoving her off, but she just laughs, digging the ball out of

the net. She runs backward, her eyes gleaming. “Come on, baby. Do it.”

I shake my head, but I do it. She rushes toward the other goal, and I race

after her, but about mid-way down the field, a thought hits me.

This is what she wants. She doesn’t need to win. She just wants me to

sweat. I’m ten times the player she is, and she’s enjoying this. She’s got me

on a leash.

Fuck her.

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