The Last Hero (Villains & Monsters #2)

Chapter 6

- Late April, 2045 (13 months ago) -

Hm. Interesting, Jamie thought to himself as he read the steamy details in his book, bending back the tiny tip of the corner of a page to mark it for later. He was sitting on the floor in the corner of the training room. In the background, he heard Justin training Daija.

Never tried that trick before. I'll have to look more into that.

With his powers, he knew a thing or two about sex and pleasure, especially with reading and enjoying smutty romance as a cheat code. However, he found experience to be a much more rewarding teacher.

When it came to pleasure over the years, there was no formula. Only him, his partners, and time. Just sex and nothing more. He knew and understood that each woman was different, and taking his time to explore their desires always thrilled him, especially when there was something he never did before but wanted to try. Some are extremely sensitive, some like things a bit more hardcore, and some can come simply from a few touches and filthy words being whispered to them.

Regardless, he liked being in control. Enjoyed it. He liked teasing, having their pleasure in his hands only to turn around and blow their minds with it, listening to those desperate sighs and breathless moans. An extra bonus was the comments he got afterwards, and he always wanted to laugh.

"You're so quiet. I wasn't expecting that from you."

Surprise.

"Alright, onto punches," Justin said, and Jamie looked up and towards the mat where he and Daija were sparring. "Get into the stance I taught you."

Jeez, you're really stretching this out, aren't you? Haven't you already demonstrated this?

It was true. While he was reading, he heard Justin rant about punches and even demonstrate for at least twenty minutes. There was a difference between training someone and showing off for them.

He watched as Daija got into a stance, determined and a little annoyed. Then, Justin held a hand up in front of her. "Alright, aim for my hand. Remember what I said about following through."

She nodded, then threw a very light punch towards him. When her fist landed in his palm, his hand gently clasped around it, and he started to correct her technique. Jamie raised a brow.

I know what you're doing. You're not fooling anyone.

"Alright," Justin smiled as he released her hand. "Try again. This time, punch harder."

"...You want me to punch your bare palm harder?" Daija asked, and she gave him a small, perplexed look.

"Super strength, remember? My tolerance is through the roof and I last longer than most people. I'll be fine. Just go for it," he grinned, almost suggestively.

You could have just left it at super strength. I seriously can't fucking stand you.

Daija got into her stance again, and when she took a small breath, she threw a much harder punch. However, it didn't go towards his palm. It went straight to his chest, and the impact was heard throughout the training room. He cursed loudly and winced at the pain, rubbing the spot where she hit to soothe it.

"Oh, my gosh!" she gasped as she covered her mouth in embarrassment. "Are you okay?!"

Though her eyes looked worried, there was a small, mischievous glint in them that Jamie caught. Oh? He thought, That wasn't an accident at all, was it?

"It's okay. I'm alright," Justin said, and he stood up straighter as he continued rubbing his chest. "Just aim a little higher next time. Shit, you actually punch way harder than I thought. Let's take a quick break. Go get some water."