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I slide home again, watch her take every inch, watch her mouth fall open. “You walked into my fucking building. Looked at me like you wanted to get fucking ruined. I’m not a good enough man to pretend I didn’t see it.”

I fuck her through another orgasm. Slow, then rough. I tell her how tight she is. How fucking pretty she looks taking it. How I’m going to keep her dripping. How if she wasn’t on anything I’d breed her tonight and make her walk around with it. She comes again on that last sentence, chocking on a moan, and I almost lose it.

I pull out, flip her, drag her to the edge of the mattress on her knees, and push her chest down.

“Ass up.”

My fucking good girl obeys. And that ass is a fucking problem. I spread her, drag my tongue from her clit all the way up through the mess I made, eat her like I’m fucking starving, because she tastes like both of us and I want it all over my fucking face. She fists the sheets and pushes back on my mouth, cursing, and I don’t stop until she’s sobbing into the mattress.

Then I line up and push back in from behind so I can watch her glorious ass take me. I come on a growl, draped over her back, palm on the nape of her neck, pumping every drop as deep as it goes.

After, I clean her with a warm towel because I’m not a complete animal. Then I pull her into my chest.

“I don’t do nights,” I say into her hair.

She’s quiet. Then: “So what is this?”

“The last first night.” I kiss the bite on her breast, then her mouth. “Never had a woman in my locker room. Never had a woman I wanted to keep. Don’t fucking fight it, Nyla. You’re it. You get on your knees when I tell you. You take this dick like a good girl. You sleep in this bed. And I fucking worship you. In and out of bed.”

She moves her face into my throat, and I feel her nod.

“Good girl,” I murmur, and my hand slides between her legs just to feel how wet she still is. “Sleep. I’m going to need this pussy again before the sun’s up.”

Five

NYLA

I wake up to the smell of coffee and a heavy arm slung over my waist.

Reece is already watching me when I open my eyes. No mask. Morning light on that broken-handsome face. The cut over his eye is uglier in the day, a dark split that makes my stomach tighten. His chest is a huge wall of muscles. His cock, a thick, sleepy weight against my ass.

“Hi,” I croak.

“Hi, pretty girl.” His hand slides down, cups between my legs, finds me sore and still wet, still messy from last night. Two fingers pet my clit like he owns the reflex. “You finally awake.”

I should leave. I have a life that does not include underground fighters who claim ownership at first sight.

His fingers stroke me. Lazy. Possessive. I rock into his touch with a helpless roll of my hips, and he makes a pleased sound against my shoulder.

“My cousin’s gonna think I got kidnapped.”

“Text her.” He kisses my shoulder, then bites it. “Tell her you’re busy. Tell her you’re mine.”

I huff out a breathy laugh. “You can’t just…”

He rolls me under him and sinks in before I finish my sentence. Slow. Deep. Eyes on mine. And it’s fucking worse than anything we’ve done so far. It’s intimate. I feel every inch split me open again, tender and greedy, and I wrap my legs around his waist because there is nowhere else I want them.

“I can,” he says against my mouth. “I did.” He bottoms out and stays there, grinding on my clit until I gasp. “This pussy took all I gave it last night, and it’s still hugging me like it wants more. I want to see your face when I fill you in my bed. Remind you how this fucking works. ”

I laugh, then moan, then come around him with my nails in his back, and he fucks me through it all in long, heavy strokes that make the headboard knock. When he finishes, he doesn’t pull out. He stays inside me and says, “Fight’s Friday. You’re in my corner. After you come home.”

Fucking insane.

I can still feel him twitching, leaking out of me on his sheets. And I can still hear him telling me to get on my knees in that locker room with his skull-mask on his face.

But I hear myself reply, “Okay.”

His smile is small. It still fucking wrecks me.