She started to wiggle her legs, signaling me to let her down, and I growled at her. I never wanted to let her go. I didn't want to leave her wet center ever again. We were going to stay like this forever now. I decided.
She laughed, and the sound was music to my ears. “Come on, big guy, I need to get cleaned up and see what kind of damage you did to my shorts.”
“I'll buy you new ones,” I grumbled against her neck, but she patted my back and I finally gave up. I was determined to try to convince her we should stay joined like this forever, but that could wait for a later date.
As soon as I let her down, it was like the bubble we were in popped and I started to hear the crowd. They were chanting something I couldn't make out with the door shut.
I removed my hands from the wall, and broken tile pieces and debris fell to the floor and water was dripping down one of the pipes. She narrowed her eyes at me again. I threw my thumb over my shoulder and reminded her with a smile, “I’ll pay for it.”
“Yes. Yes, you will.”Was she like the manager of this place?
She went to one of the stalls, pulled down her shorts and wiped my cum from her pussy. I didn’t really like that, but again, I didn't feel like I had much of a say at the moment. We just met, we were in public, and it would be bad if she had my cum dripping down her leg, right? … or would it?
I started to envision her leaving this bathroom, my seed dripping down her sculpted legs for all to see. To see my claim and to know to back the fuck off. Yes. The more I thought about it, the better it seemed. Before I could broach the subject, she finished, pulled up her shorts and buttoned them.
“Can't really do anything about the dick-sized hole so let’s hope no one notices.” She shrugged her shoulders. She tilted her face as a smile broke across her lips. “Well, it looks like it's my time in the cage.” She unlocked the door and headed out into the pits.
I quickly tucked my dick back in my pants and ran after her. So she was going to fight tonight? I was getting hot all over again, envisioning my goddess laying into someone. Making them scream and cry for mercy as she bloodied them up. I licked my lips in anticipation. I wasn't going to miss this show.
As soon as I caught up to her, I could hear the crowd chanting, “Darkstar, Darkstar, Darkstar,” and my heart stopped. I quickly caught up to her before she got into the cage and yanked at her arm.
“What is your name?”
She looked at me like I’d lost my marbles, but then she thought back and realized, just like I did, that we’d never exchanged our real names. She laughed and muttered to herself before she smiled brilliantly.
“Lillian Darkstar, but my friends call me Lily or Lils.” Then she turned and walked into the cage, hyping up the crowd as she circled the ring.
My heart sunk to the bottom of my stomach. It felt worse than when she kneed me in the nuts because my little goddess, the one woman I thought was my other half, was the one woman I was tasked to throw into Hell.
Fuck me.
Chapter 12
Ienteredthecageand circled around, hyping up the crowd, and they loved me for it. They screamed and hollered my name with fervor, and I gave them my best killer smile. It was the one place they didn’t see me as Lillian Darkstar, the media mogul, or the scary lady you couldn’t cross or she’d chop off your nuts. True facts. But still, it was the place they just looked at me as an entertainer, a fighter, a gladiator, and I was the best of the best. There had been contenders that were stronger than me, bigger than me, or faster than me, but they still couldn’t beat me. Stepping into this cage was like a drug. I almost turned into another person, dictated by the crowd and their energies.
I had more than enough power from the amazing sex I’d just had with my beastly stranger, and it was better than I could’ve hoped for. He was so unpolished, raw, and gritty. His fucking was grimy and rugged, balancing that line of pleasure and pain to the point where I couldn't tell the difference between the two. I could only pay attention to the things that got me closer to an orgasm. All the things I usually didn't go for in bed. I liked to pick pretty boys I could dominate, feel like I was the one in charge.
That was what had made being with Con so different, because it was an even push and pull between us. With this stranger, it was similar to being a push and pull, but it was so much different from my polished and practiced lover. He made me realize that I liked the chase, liked acting like a brat, liked having this beast of a man unraveling at the seams for me. Hunting for me. I had a feeling this beast would search for me to the ends of the earth to get a taste of this pussy and there was something so fucking tantalizing about that.
As they were chanting my chosen name, I could barely hear the announcer say who my contender was, but it didn’t matter. It never did. I would annihilate them. Let’s just hope I didn't kill this one like I had the last one.
As the chants started to die down, I could tell that my contender had come into the cage. I turned around, ready to razz them, poking the proverbial bear into making them regret ever thinking they could take me on. I looked over my shoulder and my whole body froze. I tried to keep my face in that cocksure attitude that I always rocked, but I knew my eyes widened in shock to see my beastly lover stepping into the cage, head down and looking like he didn't want to see my face when I realized who I was up against.
My anger got the best of me, and I marched forward on a mission. I didn’t care who was looking on, or what they heard. I needed to get some answers.
I stepped up to him, leaving only a few inches between our chests, but it felt like a chasm of space.
“What do you think you’re doing? Did you plan this?” I growled, my teeth clenched as I drilled my eyes into his face.
Was this a ploy? Did he think that by fucking me, he would throw me off my game? That because his dick had been inside of me, I would throw the fight for him? I needed to know so that I could make it very clear to him that I had no intentions of backing down, taking it easy, or being distracted by his ass.
He lifted his head, eyes roaming my face as he flinched at the anger, the hate in my eyes. He didn’t know it, but the hate was more for myself. For putting myself in this situation, but it worked for the better if he thought it was for him. Maybe I could turn the tables back on to him.
“I didn’t know you were Lillian Darkstar, if that's what you’re asking.” He tried to take a step closer, lifting his hand to cup my face, eyes beseeching me to understand, but I stepped back, turning my face into unreadable stone.
“So you just came here tonight wanting to take out the champ, is that it?”
He didn’t say anything as he looked around the cage, not meeting my eyes as he nodded.
