The Sinful Three (ON HOLD)

V

Dmitri

We decided that one of us would train Anastasia in fighting, another would teach her about the supernatural world, and the other would take care of their responsibilities as rulers. Today, I was teaching her to fight, Easton was educating her (which is obviously a bad idea), and Lucifer was keeping Hell in order.

I woke up early to work out on my own. After showering, I walked into Anastasia's room to wake her up. For the time being she had her own bedroom, but once we got a bed large enough, she would be sleeping with the three of us.

"It's time to start your training, Anastasia," I say, gently shaking her awake.

"Can't I just sleep for five more minutes?" she groans, her melodic voice muffled by the pillow.

"Nope. Wake up. Now."

"Meanie," she pouts. She glares at me, while stretching.

I almost take her over my knee for her behavior, but I decide it's too early for her to be exposed to that. "Meet me in the gym when you're finished getting ready. There should be plenty of clothes for you in that dresser. The gym is downstairs next to the pool. Ask one of the servants if you get lost."

~

Anastasia finally arrives in the gym an hour later. "What took so long?" I ask, annoyed.

"I was trying to dress cute, and I got lost. You don't have to be so mean to me," she whispers, looking down at her sneakers.

My eyes soften as I walk over to her, tilting her chin up to me. "I'm sorry, my dear. I'm just impatient and not used to dealing with females' emotions. Lucifer and I can be very impatient. Our jobs stress us out, and sometimes we don't know what to do with that stress." 

"It's okay," she apologizes, kissing me on the cheek.

 I tilt my head, so she's kissing my mouth instead. I slip my tongue into her mouth as she gasps in surprise. She tries to pull away, but I pick her up and deepen the kiss. She wraps her legs around my waist instinctually. After a few more seconds of heaven, I place her on the floor.

"Alright, time to get to work," I say, smirking at her. Anastasia blushes and stares at the wall behind me. She's far too pure for our cold hearts. "You obviously need to build up some muscle before we start actually training you to fight. It might take anywhere from a few weeks to a few months to get you in shape depending on how hard we push you. It'll most likely be on the lower end of that spectrum, so don't expect us to go easy on you."

~

"Come on, Anastasia! Quit slacking!"

"I'm not slacking! I'm just tired!" she huffs, folding her arms across her chest and pushing her boobs up. 

I ignore her breasts, tempting as they are, and scold her. "You need to work hard if you want to be able to survive. Since when did you get so feisty?"

"Since you've been pushing me around!"

"Okay, fine. If you're so angry, then give me a piece of your mind," I taunt, stepping into the boxing ring. 

"Fine!" she snaps back at me.

"If you get me onto the ground, you can have a week off of training and lessons. Kicking me in the balls is off limits," I say, grinning.

Anastasia tries her hardest, but barely gets a grunt out of me.

"Aww, are you tired? Do you need a break?" I ask, faking concern.

She scowls at me. In one last attempt, she runs at me at full speed. I laugh, but yell when a wave of force hits me and knocks me onto my ass. "What the fuck?"

"Haha! You lose!" she shouts like a triumphant 5-year-old.

Wait, she isn't even standing close enough to have pushed me. I set my phone up so it's facing us and pressed record. "I want you to try knocking me over again, Anastasia."

"Fine, but after this I'm going to get ice cream."

She ran towards me again and achieved the same result as the time before. She knocked the wind out of me without so much as laying a finger.

"Can I go now?" she asks, putting her hands on her hips.

"Fine," I grunted.

Damn, she must be at least part supernatural. I grab my phone and race off to find Easton.

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