Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132: Chapter 132.

I try to yank my wrists free but it doesn’t work.

Zane’s grip tightens slightly, holding my hands firmly while we both catch our breath.

My chest rises and falls quickly, he’s too.

The room feels warmer now or maybe that’s just the adrenaline still rushing through me.

I shift my weight again, trying to break his hold, slightly trying to wriggle my way out of his hold which makes me unintentionally run my ass on his front pants and that’s when I notice it.

I freze then slowly look back over my shoulder.

"...Are you fucking serious right now?"

Zane raises an eyebrow.

"What?"

I glare at him.

"You’re unbelievable."

His expression turns mildly confused.

"What are you talking about?"

I huff out a breath, shaking my head.

"You’re literally restraining me during a fight and somehow you are getting a hard on."

Understanding finally dawns on his face ad ththe bastard actually smirks.

"Not my fault, you are the one rubbing your ass on me." he says lightly.

I stare at him like I might actually kill him.

"You’re disgusting."

He shrugs slightly.

"I prefer the word honest."

"Oh my God."

I wrench my wrists again

"Let me go."

He studies me for another second, then finally releases my hands.

The second he does, I shove his chest hard and step away from him.

My face is hot not from embarrassment though.... Definitely not embarrassment.

Just irritation.... Pure irritation.

"I’m done," I say hotly.

Zane folds his arms.

"Already?"

"Yes."

"That wasn’t even ten minutes."

"Congratulations. You ruined it."

I turn and start walking toward the exit of the training room.

"Elaine."

I don’t stop.

"Elaine!."

"Goodnight, Zane."

I push the door open and walk out before he can say anything else.

My heart is still beating too fast, my hands are still shaking slightly and I’m not entirely sure if I’m more angry at him... Or at myself.

Zane’s POV

The door shuts behind Elaine harder than necessary, the sound echoing across the training room.

For a few seconds, I just stand there.

Sweat runs slowly down the side of my ribs, and my chest rises and falls as my breathing settles back into something steady.

I rub a hand across the back of my neck, exhaling slowly.

She got a few hits in, more than I expected. Mt ribs still ache faintly where her fist landed earlier.

Lucas must’ve actually taught her something useful.

I glance toward the door again, she didn’t even look back when she left. Just stormed out with that stubborn set to her shoulders like the world owed her a fight.

Something twists faintly in my chest, I push the thought away immediately. Instead, I turn toward the far wall where the security cameras sit tucked high in the corners, remembering I have something to sort out...

"Aaron." I call knowing he is somewhere outside.

And true to my words a few seconds later the side door opens.

Aaron steps inside.

He must’ve been waiting just outside, which is Not surprising.

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