77. Nomination

Tanya's POV

"Are you hurt?" He implored, face morphing into a twinge of concern while his eyes held doubt as I bent offer with a groan, palm on the spot he hit that was burning.

"Slightly," I croaked, biting my lip to drown a scream as I straightened. "But I'll live."

'That's my girl,' Marie muttered in my head rendering me the encouragement needed. 'You can do this.'

"Are you?" Dante interrogated, now frowning as I inhaled a shaky breath. "That was a pretty hard kick, don't you think we sho--"

"Yess!" Dalia yelled in excitement as I paused his utterance by kneeing him in between his legs.

His mouth opened in a pained but silent shriek. His face contorted as he hunched, his hands going to his sack. "Shit Tanya! If you didn't want me to fuck you, you could have just said so. Shit!"

"You are a supernatural, you'll live," I said with a smirk, revenge tasting sweeter than honey as I watched him struggle to hide the pain he was feeling.