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“That's it, I’m going to kill him,” Bianca grumbles.
“I don’t think he’s here to fight, though.”
“Then why is he in there?” she waves her hand towards her brother, who is standing within the ropes of the ring.
“If he’s here, he’s most likely here to support—”
I don’t hear the rest of what is said as my heart practically leaps out of my chest, my feet freezing me in my spot. I now know why Bishop is here, and I can’t believe it. Toby steps into the ring, shirtless with his knuckles wrapped. The crowd goes insane as Toby puts his forehead to Bishop’s. They exchange a few words before Toby steps into the middle of the ring.
Another guy joins Toby, looking like he wants nothing more than to beat his ass into the ground.
Fuck. Am I hyperventilating? I think I am. Okay, Lilly, relax, breathe, you do not need to pass out right now.
But, holy shit, Toby is about to fight. Fear for him races through my veins like a poison. Flashes of the last few fights push their way to the forefront of my mind and the idea of Toby getting hurt like the others makes me feel like I’m going to puke. Or it could be the five drinks I had. Maybe both.
I shouldn’t, but I’m too drunk to care as my eyes trail down over Toby’s body. I’ve seen him without a shirt on before, but those tattoos, they’re new. He got them after he started attending SVU, it’s why I didn’t recognize it was him at first in the bathroom that day.
He’s too damn sexy for his own good. Or my own good? Fuck, I don’t know, but either way I can’t take my eyes off him. All I can think about is getting in that ring, pinning him to the ground, and running my tongue along every line of his inked skin and right down to his.... Okay, I’m drunk. And horny and shit. The loud ringing of a bell signifies the start of the fight.
Shaking myself out of my dirty thoughts, I focus on Toby as he moves around the ring. There’s no cocky grin, no calculating stare. He looks at his opponent like he wants to kill him, and the way he attacks him... I’m starting to get worried it might end up that way.
Toby punches and jabs, almost always making contact with his opponent. He doesn’t even give the other guy the chance to get a shot in before Toby is punching him in the face or stomach again.
The sounds of grunting and flesh thumping against flesh mixes with the cheering of the crowd. Blood and spit spray with each hit Toby makes.
Toby is a beast. One I find myself enchanted with. I’ve never seen him like this. He’s wild, deadly, and unhinged.
I’m embarrassingly wet watching this. Or more like watching him. He looks like a god right now. His muscles ripple with each movement, his body covered in sweat. There's a bead right on the tip of his nose that I want to lick off.
My pussy throbs as I remember those deadly hands gripping my hips as he pushed me down to grind my core against his thick, very big cock, until we both shattered.
Toby shouts something as the other guy sways on his feet, looking pissed that this fight is about to be over. Toby calls him names and taunts him as the guy gives Toby what he wants. He snarls at Toby before charging him.
And that's when Toby gives him a satisfied grin before bringing his fist up and ramming it into the guy's face.
The crowd loses it as the guy hits the ground with a loud thud. Toby is the winner. But he doesn’t boast like the others did, doesn’t raise his hands in victory. He stands there, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his brow, and blood staining his fists. I shouldn’t find it so attractive but seeing Toby like this does something to me. Something very naughty, and with my brain being clouded by alcohol, I’m not thinking straight.
I should leave before Toby sees me here, but I can’t look away. And it’s too late anyway because Toby’s eyes dart over in my direction like he can sense I’m here.
My body heats, my heart pounds, and my lips part as I pant out shallow, sharp breaths. The whole room disappears and the only ones left are him and me.
He licks his lips, eyes darkening with promises he shouldn’t be making because he always runs away, that's what he does.
Toby takes a step forward and a whimper leaves my lips, my core tightening with need. He can’t hear me, not over the roar of the crowd, but the way his nostrils flair and hands clench as if he’s holding himself back makes me think otherwise.
He says what we did in the movie room shouldn’t have happened, but I call bullshit, because the way he’s looking at me right now... he wants more of me. And I’m drunk enough to give it all to him. Hell, I’d get on my knees and beg for it. Maybe do something else while I’m down there.
Get a hold of yourself, woman! You’re supposed to be the level-headed one.
Who am I kidding, I lose any common sense when it comes to this man. He owns my heart and that scares me. Because I keep telling myself I need to move on, to find someone else, or at the very least, stop thinking about him in ways I shouldn’t be.
But then I have a moment of weakness, like right now. I break eye contact with him to tell Bee I’m going to use the bathroom. Lies, I’m going to the room I saw Bishop disappear into earlier.
I’m drunk, about to make some dumb choices, and I don’t seem to care too much about that. I do know I’m going to hate myself in the morning, though.
Weaving my way through the crowd, I finally break free and dip into the hallway. I look around like I’m some sneaky ninja and run down the hall. Of course, I almost trip over my damn feet and have to grab onto the wall to keep my face from hitting the ground. “That was close.” I giggle before ducking into the room.
“Oh.” It’s a locker room. “Eww.” A smelly one, at that.
