Page 153 of Hearts Storm

In one explosive move, Dex hoists the giant off his feet. Kazakov’s eyes go wide as his massive frame seems to suspend in midair, arms flailing, before Dex slams him onto his back with a sickening thud.

The crowd loses its mind.

“Holy shit!” Ari shrieks, jumping up and down. “You’ve got ‘em, Dex! Go for the chokehold!”

Before Kazakov can scramble away, Dex is on top of him, sliding his arms around the Russian’s thick neck, locking him into a rear-naked choke. Kazakov thrashes, his massive hands clawing at Dex’s forearms, legs kicking wildly against the mat.

But Dex just tightens his grip, veins popping in his arms and biceps as he continues to squeeze.

Kazakov’s face turns from red to purple, his movements growing sluggish and desperate. He tries to slam his elbow back into Dex’s ribs, but Dex angles his body away, maintaining the choke.

“Keep it steady!” Brex shouts, his voice raw with excitement.

Logan is on his feet. “He’s not going to tap,” he shouts.

“He’s too stubborn,” Rune agrees, arms crossed as he watches with a keen eye. “Pride’s gonna put him to sleep.”

More like Dex is going to put him to sleep. Or kill him.

Hands cupping her mouth, Ari screams, “End it, Dex! Finish him!”

Kazakov’s arms flop to the mat and the horn blares.

Immediately, Dex releases and rolls away, jumping to his feet as The Russian slumps against the mat.

The referee drops to his knees, checking to make sure Kazakov has a pulse before raising Dex’s arm.

“Winner by technical submission—DEEEXTER SAAAINT!”

The arena erupts as the confetti gun pops, raining streams and bits of colored tissue paper from the ceiling as Dex stands in the center of the octagon, blood oozing from the cut above his eye, fists raised in triumph. The crowd chants, Dex! Dex! Dex! in a deafening wall of sound, shaking the buildings foundation.

On my feet, screaming right along with everyone else, Brex grabs me, bends me over and kisses the shit out of me.

Breathless, he breaks away and smirks down at me. “Was that fucking awesome or what?”

I grin, hands cupping his face as he rights me on my feet. “So much fun. Thanks for bringing us.”

“Anything for you, Pretty.”

sixty-eight

After the fight, Rune offers to take Ari to meet Dex and give her a ride back. So we say our goodbyes and head back to the hotel.

Per usual, I’m sandwiched between Brex and Logan.

“If you had any idea what we plan on doing to you, Pretty…” Brex shoves his hand up my dress, jerks my panties to the side and shoves two fingers in my cunt.

More wetness pools between my legs, and I start to pant as he fingers me slowly.

This time, Logan doesn’t say a word. He just keeps one hand on my thigh, swirling the tips of his fingers along the inside, keeping me from pressing my legs together as his other hand tucks into the top of my dress to pinch a nipple.

As soon as we pull up to the hotel, their hands immediately disappear, leaving me feeling empty as we all hurry to clamor out of the limo.

Each of them grabs one of my hands as we walk briskly inside and over to the elevators. Neither of them makes a move, until the elevator doors open and Brex sticks his head out to check the hallway.

Once he nods the coast is clear, Logan throws me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. One arm bracketing my thighs, his free hand slides under my dress to palm my ass, giving it a squeeze as he briskly follows Brex to our hotel room door.

The world spins, hair in my face, dangling toward the plush carpet as I turn my head to take in the familiar luxurious suite from upside down. The sitting area comes into view with its cream-colored sectional facing a massive flat-screen TV sitting over a fireplace, a dark wood coffee table scattered with rose petals, and a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket.