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She’s in some tiny, black ripped shorts that cup her peachy ass and have me almost drooling, a loose, ripped cropped shirt with a snake nestled in the middle, and fishnets covering her long, lean legs and ending at her favourite boots. Her hair is up in a messy bun, wisps of silvery strands escaping. Her lips are painted red, and her eyes are lined dark.
She looks like a fucking goddess.
I rush to her before Diesel can and wrap my arm around her, steering her to the door as I hear him flip from the table. “Play with me, Little Bird!”
“You already played with yourself!” I shoot back, as she chuckles and grabs her leather jacket from the cupboard on the way out.
When we are in the elevator, I slip my hand in her back pocket, squeezing her ass, and she presses to my side, knowing that’s okay now as we watch the numbers drop. “So where we heading on this date?”
“It’s not a date,” I grumble, and she laughs.
“Totally a date, but okay, keep it a surprise.” She huffs as the door opens into the garage. I lead her to my bike and hand her a helmet. She slips it over her head as I swing on and pat the seat behind me. She climbs on easily and wraps her arms tightly around my lower stomach, her head turned as I rev the engine and head out into the city.
Her hands sneak lower and lower until they press against my hard cock. The fucking tease. So I speed up and take the corners faster as the sun finally sets and the night spills through the city, bringing all the sinners and criminals out.
Like us.
I find the old gym it’s at tonight and park around back in case we need to leave quickly. She swings off and waits as I do the same, and I store our helmets before I take her hand and lead her to the metal door at the back. I bang on it and Sheehan appears, grinning when he sees me. “Wondered if you’d died or some shit, lad. Come on, I got two men—”
“One, you get him for one fight so pick his opponent wisely, probably the biggest bastard in here,” Roxy drawls, grinning at Sheehan who laughs and nods.
“I got just the fellow,” he tells her, as he disappears back inside.
“Biggest dude?” I snort.
She laughs and turns around to look at me, my hand still in hers and stretching out between us. “Wouldn’t be a fair fight otherwise, gotta give them a chance.” She winks, running her eyes down me. “You’re still gonna kick his ass, big guy, but this way, you can get your aggression out for longer, and if he’s not enough?” She leans closer. “You can get it out inside of me.” Then she laughs and turns, walking into the gym.
Groaning, I follow after her. The crowd is already parting for her, not just me, they all know who she is now. A Viper. They both fear and respect her. Rumours easily spread of the bloodthirsty woman we love, and I notice more than one pale face staring at her.
I smirk at that. It seems she’s now as famous as we are. I lead her to the chairs in the corner where two rich pricks are sitting. “Move,” I snarl.
They turn to argue, but when they see us, they rush to their feet and scamper away. She throws herself into one, her legs outstretched on the other as I strip off my shirt and hand it to her, my gun and knives also, which she holds on her lap, her eyes running down my chest hungrily. Once, that would have made me angry, but now it makes me hot and hard, which isn’t good going into a fight.
Leaning down, I kiss her in front of everyone, staking claim. “Be good, baby, shoot first and ask questions later.”
She laughs and pushes me away, smirking. I turn to the ring, which is an actual ring today. All traces of amusement and desire leave me with each step I take, and when I duck under the ropes and step onto the padded mats, I’m ready. Anger and hatred fill me, my fists clenching at my sides. Cracking my neck, I pace around my corner waiting for the fight to start.
They announce the other guy, but I don’t even look until I hear the bell. Like always, the crowd and everyone fades as I turn to see the big bastard coming towards me. He’s mean looking, clearly Russian, and used to fighting.
But that won’t help him.
I hear my girl cheering for me as I lose myself in the fight, in the swinging of fists, the ducking, the pain and blood. When I’m dragged away, I’m still fighting and they can’t stop me, darkness covering my vision, but then she’s there before me.
Her hand is on my heaving, sweating chest, freezing me. I blink and stare down at her, ignoring the four men trying to control me, yet this one woman stops me effortlessly. She grins, her eyes dark, hungry, and impressed. “That was hot, big guy, but he’s out, wanna fight? Fight me,” she purrs.
I ignore the chanting crowd and toss her over my shoulder before leaping from the ring. I grab my stuff and stride through the throng until I find a door at the back marked ‘locker rooms.’ Shoving it open, I kick it shut and lock it behind us. It’s dull in here, only one light flickers, but it’s still working.
The lockers are covered in graffiti and some hang brokenly, the wooden benches damaged. The showers at the back are filthy. I find the closest bare wall and slam her against it as I drop my gun and knives at our feet for easy access in case anyone gets stupid.
She grins, wiggling. “Was that a yes, big guy?”
I drag her arms up and hold her wrists in my hand above her head as I reach between us, flick open her shorts, and drag them down. She steps out of them, and I yank her legs around my waist, ripping a hole in the fish nets over her thong-covered pussy and pushing those aside, then I slam inside her. We are both too wound up from the fight, and it’s a quick, dirty fuck.
She screams, her pussy clenching around me, wet as hell like I knew she would be. “Dirty fucking girl, you get all wet watching me?”
She moans, her eyes unfocused, her hair messed up from my hands, and her lipstick smudged from my lips, it’s no doubt all over my lips and chin too. Good. It looks like blood smeared across her, making me grunt. She’s all clean and put together, and I’m a sweaty, bleeding mess. My knuckles are split and bruising from the fight, but it only makes her want me more.
“Hell yes, you’re like a machine…all that power, fuck, I kept imagining it aimed at me, you fucking me like that,” she cries out, squeezing my cock so hard, I groan. Her legs wrap tighter around my waist until there is no space between us, her breathing coming out fast and faster as I pound into her, each move slamming her back into the wall.
