Page 22 of Retaliation
She leaned down, and I slid my hands to her ass, squeezing it. She squirmed against my dick, making me groan even as the knife tore at my skin.
Sara sucked in a breath, her pupils fully blown as she watched me bleed. “Are you so eager to die?”
I gave her ass another squeeze. “Like this? With pleasure, pet. I’d steal a kiss as you cut open my throat, dying with the taste of you on my tongue.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Sara laughed, her face a mask. She sat up, flipping the blade closed and tossing it to the ground.
Before I could move, she punched me hard in the stomach and I flinched, releasing her. She stood smoothly and ducked out of the ring.
“Thanks for the dance, monster man.”
I stood slowly, adjusting my sore and very blue balls. “Looking forward to the next one, Sara Braun.”
She flipped me off, and I watched her ass hungrily as she sauntered to the women’s locker room. I would have that woman screaming my name very soon.
CHAPTER SIX
Sara
My blood was still near boiling from my fight with Ty when I stepped out of the gym into the cool night air. I clamped my thighs together as I walked, cursing inwardly at my body for getting so hot and bothered by yet another fucking Obscuritas Prince. Why did they all have to be so enticing? Was I just a glutton for pain? It was difficult to remain indifferent when all four men now caused my fucking vagina to pant like a lioness in heat. Gods, this was infuriating. Get it together, Mina.
Ty’s hot as sin looks weren’t a surprise. I’d done my research on them all and knew they were all attractive before meeting them. But there were plenty of attractive guys in the world. Even James, his gym manager, was hot. When I sparred with Ty, though, it was like my insides caught fire, and I had to force myself to not crush his lips to mine. I knew he was into it too when his hard and admittedly massive dick pressed into me while I straddled him, holding the knife to his tattoo-covered throat. Fucking hell.
Thankfully, he was nowhere to be found when I slipped out of the gym. I had to sing at Noircoeur tonight, so I’d spent extra time in the locker rooms getting ready before slipping into my faux leather leggings and black jacket for the bike ride and ducking out of the gym in a hurry.
I didn’t know what would happen if I saw him again, what I would say. My mind was jumbled, and I ignored three calls from Tibby before texting her to fuck off. I knew she tapped into his security cameras and saw everything, but I wasn’t ready to talk about it.
I noted the lifted, black Bronco parked next to my streetbike. Of course it was Ty’s. It screamed “bad guy” with the massive tires and blacked-out windows. I rounded the SUV and stopped short. Ty Radnor casually leaned against the hood, his eyes raking over my body, and I forced myself not to shiver under his gaze. His dirty blond hair was still tied up in a bun, and he wore a leather jacket over a fitted black t-shirt and dark jeans, his fully tattooed body now hidden away. His hazel eyes reflected the lights of the gym behind me, and he smirked.
“Hello, pet.” Ty’s mouth lifted slightly, his eyes feral.
I clamped my legs together, forcing my brain to ignore the blood rushing between my thighs at the sound of his deep voice. Fucking shit, why was my pussy such a traitorous slut?
I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze as I walked toward him. “Looking for another beating so soon, Ty?”
His jaw clenched when I said his name, and I could see I affected him as much as he did me. This was insanity. This fucker helped The Obsuritas destroy my family, and I was ready to rip his clothes off in the parking lot. I forced my eyes to narrow angrily, and he chuckled.
“Anytime, pet.” He growled out the words, and I walked toward my bike just to give my legs something to do besides crumple at his feet. “Fancy a drink?”
“Sorry, monster man.” I laughed, feeling better as his lips flattened at my flippant tone. “I’ve got somewhere to be tonight. Perhaps another time.”
He stepped toward me, crowding me against the bike, his hands reaching out to rest on either side of me. I breathed in his leather and tobacco scent, his lips nearly brushing mine.
“And where’s that?” He whispered the words, his eyes holding mine.
I swallowed, keeping my voice casual. “Noircoeur. I work there.”
Ty arched an eyebrow. “You’re a burlesque dancer?”
I smiled tauntingly. “That a problem?”
He shrugged, even as his eyes narrowed. “No.”
Alright then, liar. “Well, I’m going to be late so, kindly back the fuck up.”
Ty barked a laugh, and I smiled sweetly as he stood, towering over me. “I think I’ll come see you dance then, little pet.”
I rolled my eyes and looked away, not wanting him to see how much my body responded to his words. “I am not your pet, and do whatever the fuck you want.”
