Page 21 of Retaliation
“Dude, you’re easily over twice her size in height and weight,” Dominic scoffed. “She has no chance.”
I started to respond, but Sara cut me off. “I’ve fought bigger guys.”
She was taunting me, and I let the daemon smile behind my eyes. Hell yeah, babygirl. It’s on.
Dominic’s eyes darted between us, and I grunted at him to get lost. He stepped out of the ring in a hurry and nodded at Sara. “See you around, babe.”
I growled possessively, and he quickly exited the room without looking back.
Sara snorted a laugh. “What are you, some kind of animal?”
I turned toward her, leaning down close to her ear. “Yeah, babygirl. And my bite is even worse than my bark.”
Sara pulled back, her eyes locking with mine in a challenge. “Bring it on then, monster man.”
I quickly wrapped and taped my hands and got into position, stalking her slowly around the ring. I let the monster inside me loose, just enough for her to see the danger lurking behind my eyes. I was the predator, and she was the prey. There was nowhere for her to go, but instead of cowering, she glared back at me. Her eyes were fierce, and her full pink lips were set in a determined grimace.
“Your angry face is cute, pet,” I taunted, stopping short to circle in the opposite direction.
She matched my pace, her eyes staying locked with mine even as her body responded to the change in direction.
Sara smirked. “And yours is hardly intimidating. J and Dom are far scarier.”
I snarled at the challenge, unable to resist, and she laughed. “Careful, pet. You’re asking for it.”
“Come and get it then.” She bared her teeth like a feral kitten, and I launched at her, feigning right, but she was quick.
Sara danced out of my reach, landing a quick punch to my ribs. I spun, throwing a punch to her left shoulder, but it glanced off as she jumped away, wobbling slightly from the force of my hit. I wasn’t putting my full strength into it. At least not yet. She came at me like a wild cat, throwing quick punches and ducking and dancing around my own. My breaths became shallow, even as hers remained even. She moved like a panther on the hunt. Her muscles loose and her dark eyes hungry for violence. I was instantly curious where she learned to fight with such finesse. And why? What did this strange, beautiful girl have to fear, other than the monster in me now hungering for her destruction? Her gaze narrowed with suspicion as if she could hear my thoughts, and I grinned.
“Eager for my death, pet?” I licked my lips as her chest began to heave with labored breaths.
Blood rushed to my dick when she shot out a quick punch to my face, causing me to groan loudly. I felt her hand connect with my bottom lip and tasted blood. I grinned, letting it drip down my chin like a maniac. Most men pissed themselves when I let my daemon show like this, but Sara tracked the blood as it dripped from my mouth, biting down on her full bottom lip.
“Red looks good on you, monster man. Is that all you’ve got for me?”
I smirked. You asked for it, little girl. I came at her quickly, throwing punches I knew she could deflect. I kicked out once and, as she spun away, slipped my hand in my pocket and whipped out a small knife. As she turned back, I slipped behind her and brought the knife to her neck. She stilled, and my dick twitched as her ass pressed against my thigh.
“A knife? Really?” She panted, her eyes looking up into mine. Fuck, I liked this look on her.
I brought my bloodied mouth down to her ear. “This is the real world. You’ve gotta fight dirty to win.”
Before I could move, Sara brought her elbow back into my gut and shoved away from me. The knife sliced into her neck as she darted away, and she hissed in pain. I watched the blood drip from the shallow cut even as her eyes lit up with lust. My little pet liked the fight as much as I did.
“I like watching you bleed for me, pet.” I chuckled.
She let out a little growl that had me close to coming in my fucking sweatpants. I brought the knife to my mouth and licked the edge, tasting her blood as her eyebrows shot up. The taste was like sin and made my own blood sizzle. The daemon inside me begged to be let out to play. Who was this girl?
She jumped toward me, but the movement was lazy, and I wrapped my hand around her throat and tossed her to the floor of the ring. Her back crashed into it, and she let out a woosh of breath. Sara wrapped her hands around my arm, but it was no use. I straddled her waist, my fingers tightening slightly.
I grinned and leaned in close, my blood dripping on her chest. “You lose, pet.”
Sara went limp and smirked up at me. She wriggled her hips into mine, and I groaned at the friction against my fucking hard-on. I moved to adjust our position, and she immediately brought her knee up to my groin. Pain shot through me as she rolled us over, and suddenly I was beneath her, my knife in her hand and pressed under my chin. Her legs straddled my bruised balls, and my dick twitched with a mixture of pain and pleasure as she ground her body against mine.
She leaned down, her chest brushing mine, and I grabbed her waist. She dug the knife into my skin, and I grinned, catching her gaze. Her pupils dilated with desire, reflecting how I felt even as she pressed the tip of the knife into my skin. I tilted my head back, giving her further access to my throat.
“You lose,” she hissed through clenched teeth.
“Finish me off then,” I whispered.
