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Enzo's hand slid inside the slit of my skirt, his rough fingers kneading the flesh of my thigh while we watched the fight begin. "I don't like knowing that Massimo wants what's mine. This is my pussy, and I'll kill any man who dares to touch it."
My hips slid back on his lap as my breathing came faster. The tease of those treacherous fingers on my skin set me on fire, and knowing that anyone who walked by the Bellandi box could see his hand disappearing inside my skirt only served to drive me higher.
20
Enzo
I slid my hand further between her thighs, my pinky finger brushing against the lace of Sadie's thong. "You're already wet, Carina," I murmured, touching my lips to her jaw. "You like watching them fight?" I asked, slipping my hand beneath the fabric to touch her smooth skin.
The first fighter landed the first punch, striking his opponent straight in the nose while the crowd responded with a mix of cheers and complaints. Sadie leaned back against my chest, arching her back the way the stripper had when she'd given Sadie a lap dance. Slipping a finger inside her, I circled her clit with my thumb. "Yes," she gasped.
"Why?" I asked.
"The brutality. I like knowing they have all that power at their disposal," she moaned quietly, tucking her face into my neck to stifle the sound so that others nearby couldn't hear it.
"Because you want to feel them rutting between your thighs?" I asked, anger and my own jealousy coloring my tone. I'd never share her, but I'd always do what I could to encourage Sadie's adventurous side short of that.
"No," she denied. "I don't want them. I want to watch you wipe the floor with them, and then I want you to take me back to a changing room and fuck the rest of your adrenaline into me. I want you rutting between my thighs. Only you," she gasped as I added a second finger, locking her eyes on the fight below us as it devolved into a rain of fists.
The opponent wouldn't have long if he didn't block better, not with the way he was letting the other guy pummel him in the head. "I can't deliver on the fighting," I said hesitantly. I held true to not wanting people to know what I was capable of, to the fact that being underestimated was the greatest asset a man could have when it came down to life or death. Eventually, I'd find a way to give her what she wanted, but it wouldn't be in the Underground with countless people watching. "But I can take you somewhere and fuck you. Do you want that?" I asked her, thrusting my fingers in and out of her tight heat until she neared her climax. If she said no, I'd get her off and wait until we got home to fuck her, but my Baby Girl would always know that I'd give her what she needed.
Even if that was fucking her in a public place with the risk of being caught hanging over her head to add adrenaline to the mix for her. She constantly sought out her next thrill, even when it wasn't a conscious act on her part.
It was my job to make sure she could have that and still be safe while doing it.
"Yes," she moaned. "Fuck me, Enzo."
Groaning, I drew my hand back from her skirt and lifted her off my lap. We left the Bellandi seating, descending the stairs toward the cage until we hit the ground level. The hallway at the back called to me, the place where the fighters changed and geared up for the fights.
And fucked when they were done.
Passing all those doors, we went for the end of the hall, and where it veered off into a separate dark hallway that went to the electrical room. Rarely used, it was just public enough to appease my thrill seeker without exposing her. The darkness and lack of lighting wouldn't let anyone see her even if they happened to look into the hall, so short of someone needing to access the electric equipment in the door behind us, we'd be safe.
Turning to push her back into the wall, I took her mouth. Biting and licking at the seam of her lips until she parted for me, I tangled my tongue with hers in a frenzied kiss. I wanted to take my time with her. Wanted to lay her out in bed and make love to her, but the public locations of our trysts always seemed to prevent it.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, uncaring about the lack of delicacy to our movements. She matched my energy, desperation in her touch as she groaned her frustration from being denied skin-to-skin contact. She could have my skin and my everything the day when she let me have her in a bed, but having sex with her in bed meant I'd have to leave her after. Until we had the conversation about my sleep and violent dreams, doing that felt wrong.
I never wanted Sadie to feel used and abandoned, but eventually she'd come to understand just why I couldn't sleep in the same bed as her.
Sliding my hand into her skirt again, I grabbed her thong and tugged until it ripped free. Swallowing the sound of her yelp as the lace bit into her flesh at the elastic band of the waist, I knew there'd be a mark the next day. In that moment, I didn't give a fuck.
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ving her skirt out of the way, I groaned when her hand touched my cock through my slacks as she reached for my belt. Deft fingers unbuckled it, unzipping me and pulling me free. The cool air against my skin was a sharp contrast to what I knew was coming my way. Reaching around her to support her with a hand beneath each of her ass cheeks, I lifted and she groaned as she wrapped her legs around my waist and I drove home inside her.
Like coming home, my cock always knew where to find her pussy.
She gripped me like a vice, making my cock pulse within her while I devoured her mouth once again. Swallowing her cries as someone walked past the hallway to go to the bathroom at the very end of the hall, I relentlessly drove in and out of her. The brick at her back must have hurt and scratched her skin while she panted my name, but her hips still circled against me. Encouraging me to take her harder and harder. "Somebody could see," she gasped.
"And if they do? What will they see, Baby Girl?" I asked, driving harder and deeper inside her until she whimpered.
"Us having sex," she whispered, digging her short nails into my back even though my suit protected me.
"They'll see me fucking my pussy. They'll see me taking what's mine, and you are mine, aren't you, Carina?" I asked, lifting her off my cock and dropping her so that her feet touched the ground. The cold air was a sharp contrast to the heat of her. Spinning her so that she put her hands against the wall, I shoved her skirt up to reveal her ass and bent my knees to give me the right angle, despite her height, and drove back inside her.
Grabbing a fistful of the hair I obsessed over, I drew her head back so that I could watch her face as I forced her to take all of me. Each thrust struck against the end of her, drawing a gasp from her lips. "Answer me."
"Yes. I'm yours, Lorenzo," she agreed. With deft fingers, she reached between her legs and stroked her clit until her pussy tightened around me with her looming orgasm. "Make me come."
