Their Hidden Princess Chapter 79

Having to go about the beginning of my week like nothing had happened hurt me. Mona tried to help, stated that Valentin would see the error of his ways soon. I was highly doubtful, especially given how feral he’d look with Amara.

The horror of them hooking up was my nightmare for the week. It always started as some sort of horny wet dream, with me and Valentin hooking up in the showers. There was a mirror behind us that gave me direct eye contact with myself and Valentin’s ass. But as I tipped my head back from writhing in ecstasy, I made contact with a different person in the mirror.

Bella smiled at me with her sick, sadistic smirk as Valentin ravaged away at her. I was trapped behind the mirror, banging my fists against it in a futile effort to get Valentin to notice me.

I woke every morning covered in sweat just as the sun was rising.

It didn’t make my sour mood any better. Especially when I still had to train with Valentin and Thorne. Valentin could barely look me in the eye. My only solace was Amara had been barred from our sessions.

Maximus was also pushing me harder at our sessions. He told me I’d gotten good enough at the basics that he was going to start teaching me moves they weren’t getting at in Basics class. That mean toppling, turning and jumping over him as he swung at me like I wasn’t a foot shorter than him.

I was utterly exhausted by the time my Friday night training with Maximus rolled around. I’d had about two hours of sleep the night before and nine cups of coffee throughout the day. I was jittery yet half-awake. I almost wished Maximus had kept our session outside.

“So today I want to work on the spinning hook kick,” Max said as I stifled a yawn. “It’s a Taekwondo move that always you to put the full force of your weight into a kick.”

Max moved to stand in front of a dummy. He took one step forward then threw the entire weight of his body into whirling his foot around and kicking the dummy so hard in the head it flew across the gym.

I blinked at him. “I’m supposed to do that?”

“Ideally,” Maximus rolled his shoulder with a shrug.

“And in what world am I going to get that much space with an opponent?” I dead panned.

“An ideal one clearly,” Maximus went over and dragged the dummy back in front of me. “And one where your back is accidentally to your opponent. Or your surrounded.”

“Right,” I dropped into a defensive stance. “Now what?”

“You’re going to step front with your non-striking foot and rotate the hip of your striking foot,” Maximus said as he demonstrated.

I followed his instructions then listened for the second step. A few moments later, I shocked myself with being able to strike the dummy in the same spot that Maximus had hit. After five or six kicks, I paused to bracket my hands on my hips as I caught my breath.

“Now, you’re going to incorporate it into sparring,” Max said as he looked at me.

“Sparring?” I choked out. “Max, I’m exhausted and—”

Maximus dropped into stance. “It’s good to practice when you’re tired,” he cut me off as he started to circle me. “The opponent will never give you a chance to breathe. If you train your body to always be on, it’ll never turn off.”

“Fucking shit,” I mumbjhled under my breath as I dropped back into stance. He had a point. Plus, nothing he’d said had been proven wrong yet.

We went back and forth a few times with random jabs or punches. Then, Max found a way to slide behind me, giving me the perfect opportunity to use the new kick he’d taught me. I threw it once and he blocked it from hitting his face with a grunt.

“Good,” he said. “Go again.”

So, I went again, despite the way my body was screaming for me to stop. Another few punches and blocks and Max went to a different position. I threw the kick and he gave me another nod.

We kept going and going. All the while, by muscles were beginning to burn. My heart was thudding deep in my chest and head was swimming with the thoughts of the last week.

Amara shredding my knee.

Thorne’s persistence.

Valentin with Bella.

I kept throwing my punches, swinging my leg high and ducking from Maximus’s punches. It was a dance the two of us were doing, calculated and strong. All the while, I continued to go through each event.

Amara shredding my knee.

Thorne’s persistence.

Valentin with Bella.

Amara shredding my knee.

Thorne’s persistence.

Valentin with Bella.

Amara shredding my knee.

Thorne’s persistence.

Valentin with Bella.

My anger was boiling up and over and threatening to fly out of my body. Each punch was more violent. Each kick stronger. I couldn’t hear anything but the pounding up my heart and the breathing coming from my gut.

Amara.

Thorne.

Valentin.

Amara.

Thorne.

Valentin.

Amara.

Thorne.

Valentin.

How dare they? Go against me. Betray me. I was stronger than they we’re. I was wilder. I was limitless.

Amara.

Thorne.

Valentin.

Amara.

Thorne.

Valentin.

I swung and made contact with my opponent, sending them flying backwards. They toppled to the ground and I was on top of them in an instant. I brought my arm back to punch and slammed it towards the person’s head. Just as it was about to hit, someone screamed my name and caught my hand.

I blinked, awakened from my stupor.

Maximus was pinned underneath me. His hands were shaking as they tried to fend me off. A trail of blood was streaming from his nose. Panic washed over me.

“No,” I breathed. “No, no, no—”

“Zora it’s fine—”

“No, Max I didn’t – I – I –“

“Please don’t. I pushed too hard I—”

My hands went to Max’s face gingerly. I didn’t miss when he flinched as I moved, as if I were going to strike him again. My palms cupped his face. I watched as tears I didn’t realize I was crying hit Max’s cheeks. His hands came up to my face and swiped the tears before they fell.

“I’m sorry,” I sobbed. “I’m sorry. I—”

I couldn’t put into word what I meant. How I felt like I’d lost control and had almost hurt someone I cared about. The fear was rippling through me like a violent current. My head was swimming, body shaking and I couldn’t figure out what to do. So I did the only thing I could do that I knew would show Maximus I was sorry.

I kissed him.

I kissed him and he kissed me back with four times the tenacity. His hands went into my hair and he pulled the back of my skull to him with a crushing pressure. All the while, my tears were streaming down my cheeks. He licked into my mouth and I was lost in the way he held me.

Next thing I knew, my hands were going to his pants. I shimmied them down his hips, still straddling him and took his cock out. I twisted my wrist around him as my mouth never left his. His hands came to my waist and he ripped my shorts off. Then he was inside me and our kisses turned to groans.

He rocked into me as his hands bruised my hips. I gripped the back of his head until I pushed myself up, ripping my shirt off and leaving my nipples to be pebbled by the cold of the gym. One of Maximus’s hands left my hips and palmed my chest. He ached inside of me as I rode him.

His hands ground me down onto him and I yelped as my orgasm hit me like the force of a bus. His followed closely after, leaving us in a pile of limbs and torn clothes. My chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

Fuck, I thought. I did it again.

Somethings cannot be ignored, Mona said softly. The bond of a fated mate is one.

I sighed heavily before working my way off Maximus. With a hiss, we separated, and I landed on the ground next to him. I stood up immediately, legs wobbly, and grabbed the sweatpants I’d worn over my shorts. I shimmied them back on and then turned to find Maximus holding my shirt.

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

Maximus nodded. Blood was smeared on his face from where I’d kissed him but his nose had stopped bleeding and had crusted under his nostril. He ran his hand over his face, collecting most of the blood, and opened his mouth to speak.

“I—”

“That was a mistake,” I said sharply. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

Maximus eyebrows crinkled. He went to speak again but I turned and walked away, leaving him alone in the gym with nothing but his dried blood and the wet reminents of our third fuck.