I spin, holding her tightly, and lay her on the mat, spread her legs wide, and keep rutting into her.
“You make me lose control, and Ineverlose control.” I bring her legs up to my shoulders and press my thumb over her clit. “I need you to come again.”
“Oh God.”
“No, baby, just me. Fucking come for me.”
She cries out as she lets go, and I cover her, kiss her, and follow her over, making a colossal mess, which only grows when I pull out and my cum spills out of her.
I reach down, scoop it up with two fingers, and shove it back inside. “That belongs in here.”
“You’re kind of ...intense, Mateo.”
“Look who’s catching up.”
She chuckles, and we both pull our clothes back on, and I reach out to brush my knuckles down her face.
“I want to see you tomorrow.”
She leans into my touch and closes her eyes, as if she’s soaking in my strength.
What the fuck is going on, Savage?
“Just text me. It’s my day off, but I don’t know what’s going on for sure.”
“Dinner, but I’ll pick you up early so I can spend as much time with you as possible.”
She laughs and then kisses my palm, which makes my whole chest ache, before stepping away.
“Text me,” she says again. “And we’ll figure it out.”
“I wish you’d let me help you.”
Her brows pull together. “I’m fine, Mateo.”
“You’ll eventually trust me.”
“I don’t trust anyone.” She turns and climbs out of the ring and then walks to the locker room without looking back.
Twelve
VIOLET
Idon’t think I’ve ever been this goddamn nervous in my life.
I’ve been pacing around my apartment for an hour. Every few minutes, I stop in front of my Rosie wall and read all the information I have, which isn’t nearly enough. I read her letter to me over and over again. I keep the original folded up in my purse, but I have a photocopy of it on the wall.
I know it word for word, but I read it anyway, in case something new jumps out at me.
I have a feeling about tonight.
I almost spilled my guts to Mateo in the ring today. I wanted to tell him everything to see if he can help me, but there’s still that little voice in the back of my head reminding me that I’m not certain he’s not in with Damien.
He says he’d never hurt me, but what if trafficking women is one of his many businesses and I get in his way?
I can’t chance it.
Checking the time, I see that it’s after nine, so I need to get ready. I take a shower with unscented soap and shampoo because if I have to hide, I don’t want a scent to tip anyone off to me being there. Then, with my hair still wet, I plait it into a long, tight braid. I don’t want it to fall out.
