I grin down at her, chest rising and falling, breath hot.
“Naughty girl, throwing punches without gloves.” My voice drops. “Imagine if one had landed. Police brutality is still illegal, isn’t it?”
“It’s self-defense!” She thrashes under me, her body twisting, her heat pressing into mine.
I tighten my hold.
“Now,” I murmur, my lips a breath from hers. “Do I charge you a kiss for every hit I landed? Or do I make you give me a real one—a good one?”
She snarls.
Thrashes again.
I lift my knee slightly, just enough to remind her I’m there, controlling the fight but not hurting her.
Her face is red, rage burning so hot and sharp in her eyes that it sends a thrill down my spine.
Her body is hot beneath mine, shifting, testing me, pushing back.
Fuck.
A part of me must be a masochist because I love seeing her just like this.
SIX
Luisa
“Let go!”I yell, struggling beneath him.
“Convince me with a kiss.” His voice is cool, controlled—but his eyes are wild.
Like if I ran, he’d chase me down.
Like he’d hunt me through his house, refusing to give in until he got what he was owed.
“It was the deal, Topina.”
I snarl. “You cheated.”
“Nope.” His smirk is lazy, like he’s barely exerting himself. “Twenty minutes of sparring—that’s less than my normal. And I even stayed at half-power for you.”
He sighs, all faux disappointment. “Then you went and took off your gloves.”
I thrash, but he presses his hips down, locking me in place. I still instantly. He’s hard.
The realization sparks like a live wire, burning through my body. I forgot how big he was. I remembered how thick—but he’s long too. At least eight, maybe nine inches, pressing against my hip, my thigh. I shudder. Angelo pants.
“Keep fighting,” he murmurs, voice low, hungry. “I like how fierce you are. How wild.”
I shove at his chest. “You’re crushing me,” I complain.
He grins down at me. “You can take it. His breath brushes my lips as he lowers his mouth closer. You’ve taken me harder than this.”
I struggle again, twisting my wrists, but his biceps flex, locking me in place.
I’m not going anywhere. Not until he gets what he wants. And fuck me—because I like it. No one has ever made helplessness feel this hot. No one has ever closed off every escape route, leaving me with only one choice.
Yes.
