Owned by Him (Editing)

Love and a Catastrophic Loss

TW - Description of a fight. Sex included in this chapter also. 

The weeks passed by in a blur. Phoenix and I had been training so excessively that I had lost count of the days. My knuckles had healed, mostly and my anger was more than ready to unleash itself onto Jordan. 

Phoenix had been training me hard, teaching me the ins and outs of different sequences which would allow me to brutally attack Jordan's face. It may sound quite sadistic, but I was yearning to feel the crack of his nose beneath my fist. He had done far worse to me; I was more than happy to repay the favour.

"You alright baby?" Phoenix asked, tossing one of the water bottles over to me. I had slumped myself down on the chair, taking a much-needed reprieve from our sparring.

Taking a large gulp of the lukewarm water had a very anti-climatic effect on my parched throat but feeling Phoenix's hands knead deep into the tension my shoulders were carrying, was euphoric.

"Hmm, a lot better with you doing that, lovebug." I murmured, contently.

Phoenix chuckled at my reaction, ensuring to massage his hands more firmly.

"What do you think you need to improve on, darlin'?" He asked.

I knew what he was referring too. We had been training eight to nine hours everyday and still my demented brain couldn't remember to shield my face. I rested my head as far back as I could, making sure I met Phoenix's cheeky gaze.

"My hands. I need to-" He cut me off.

"Keep them up, that's right. So, since you're having trouble doing that, I am going to introduce a new penalty for every time you forget."

From the mischievous glint in those big eyes of his, I knew he was up to no good.

I stood up and turned myself to face him.

"Oh yeah? And what will this penalty be?" I retorted, wiggling my eyebrows up and down.

Phoenix smirked and walked towards me. Within that same moment, his arms were vined around my waist, holding me close.

Leaning his head down so that his mouth was beside the shell of my ear, he whispered his reply.

"Every time I have to remind you to keep your hands up, you have to do a push up then give me a kiss."

Phoenix then pressed a kiss to my nose and retreated back to where he had been standing with the boxing pads.

I smirked and resumed my stance.

Phoenix holds the pads in front of me and calls out a complex sequence for me to demonstrate. Left jab. Right. Left again. Right again. Uppercut. Right kick to the side.

Of course, I forgot to replace my hands in front of me.

"Yoo-hoo, twinkle toes! You forgot your hands again!" Phoenix mocked, tapping the pad lightly at the side of my head.

I did as he had said. I dropped down, did a push up then jogged over to him, pulled his head down to my level and pressed a passionate kiss to his mouth. I then resumed my stance and told Phoenix to go again.

On this occasion, I threw a right hook, then a left which Phoenix blocked so I then, with rather impressive speed, slipped an uppercut into his diaphragm. He did double over and grunt a bit, but he had told me several times that I should go for it. 

He reminded me consistently how relentless Jordan was and advised me that I needed to be the same. I then brought my knee up to Phoenix's groin and gave it a light nudge so not to hurt him before he then swiped my legs out from under me.