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He frowned and lunged at me with all his might. What he didn't know was that I had been watching his moves, learning them, studying his attacks.
He had a pattern of fighting, a specific angle he loved to throw his punches from, and unfortunately for him, I had studied him very well.
I ducked away from an attack and retaliated with a kick to his groin. The kick was so powerful that every man there felt his pain.
“Ooh…!”
His hands unconsciously reached for his balls as he strained and dropped to his knees.
This was my window, my opportunity, and I was going to take it. I rushed at him and swiftly climbed up to his neck. Before he could make any moves, I sank my thumbs into his sockets, ignoring his painful wails. He screamed so loudly, struggling against my arms, but I didn't let go.
I could see the veins lining his forehead as he strained, clearly in tremendous pain. He rose to his feet, staggering, with my arms still clasped around his neck. He slammed me against the bars of the cage, but I still didn't stop. I pushed my thumbs deeper and deeper until his eyes literally popped. Blood splashed, and the crowd went silent as his now-limp body thudded to the ground.
Seconds later, they cheered again. This time, it was me that was receiving the praise. I looked up at Slim Tee's office above the cage, and our eyes locked. He was standing behind his glass window, beaming with something that resembled pride.
I dropped to my knees and stared at my bloody hands, then at the body lying motionless beside me. The sight of him, with his popped eyeballs covered in blood, made me nauseous and I immediately puked, ignoring the crowd chanting in my favor.
My demons soon leave me after I take the time to relive that moment. I let out a sigh and massage my eyeballs as I focus on the road. I definitely need a drink. A cucumber juice would do just fine. I have one stashed somewhere at home already.
On getting to the safe house, I bring the car to a halt and step out. I lock it and head inside.
I hurry into the bathroom, not wanting ourresident princessto see me coated in blood.
It’s been a week since we rescued Amelia, and in that time, I have been trying to make sure that we were safe.
Keeping my ears open in case there’s news of anything being linked to us has been the only thing that’s assured me of our safety. The Flames of Hell bastards have been out searching for her, but they haven’t tried looking in our direction even once.
Not that it would be easy even if they tried, since Josiah, Rueben, and I are the only ones who know of her location.
I discard my ruined suit and put on some clean joggers and a shirt. My lips turn down as I open my fridge. I had been hoping to slice up a quick salad to help me calm down, as I usually do when I deal with annoying days like these. I’ve found that mindful practices help to ground me.
A half-eaten cucumber lays where two used to be.
You know that moment when you are already having a bad day and then there is just one minor inconvenience that tips you over the edge? Yeah, this is it.
Amelia…
There is no one else in this house who would touch stuff that doesn’t belong to them. I have lived with Rueben and Josiah for over a year with my stuff never being touched. It’s not hard to point the accusing finger at the only thing that has changed so far: Amelia’s presence.
I march to Rueben’s room, where I know she is, and push the door open, my mouth open and ready to complain, but the sight in front of me shocks me into silence.
She’s naked and kneeling on the bed in a doggy position as she tries to shove the very cucumber I was about to complain about into her pussy. She grinds against it, moaning with her eyes closed and head on her pillow.
Heat surges south, stirring my cock into hardness, and all my previous anger melts away, disarming me.
“You sure are something,” I say, trying to distract myself from how hard the sight of her with my cucumber in her pussy makes me.
Amelia gets up immediately and whirls around, dislodging the cucumber from her folds as her stunned gaze finds mine.
I raise my eyebrows as I watch her process the horror of being caught in the act.
She shrieks and lays down, trying to cover herself up as the cucumber rolls to the edge of the bed. It’s so ridiculously comical.
“Given the situation you’re in, hiding for your life and constantly needing to be protected by one of your mortal enemies at all times, I can’t believe you still think about cumming,” I tease.
Her pale face turns a bright red that flows down her neck, down to her bare chest.
Interesting.
