“Last round.” Grimm smirks. “If we win, you get naked. If you win, you kick our ass . . . though I fuckin’ doubt you have it in you.”
“Oh,” I say, hitting a ball and sinking it. “I have it in me.”
I win, like I knew I would. My cheers fill the room and shots are handed my way as the guys grin. Either way, they’re winning. They get to put their hands on me—at least, they’ll try. It won’t last long. I’ve been wanting to kick some ass since I got here, and now my injuries are healing, I think it’s time I prove I can.
“Who is first?” I ask, jumping from foot to foot.
It’s surprisingly Grimm who steps forward. He smirks at me and leans down, putting his hands on his knees. “Let’s see what you got, little darlin’.”
I kick him, swift and fast, hitting his shoulder and sending him tumbling backwards. I leap at him before he has the chance to get up, landing on his chest and taking hold of the pressure point at his neck. He roars and flips me off him, rolling towards me. People are scooting out of the way and cheering as we roll across the floor.
“Good fuckin’ move,” he grunts, flipping his body onto mine. “But you will lose.”
I grin up at him, and then I jab my thumb into his eye. He makes a strangled sound and while he’s dazed, I hook my feet in his and wrap my fingers around his arms, twisting until his body falls to the side. I force myself back up into a standing position as he pulls himself up and glares at me.
“You play dirty. I can play dirty.”
He winks at someone and an arm goes around my neck from behind as he walks forward. Using the strength of my body, I lift my legs into the air and I kick him in the stomach while the person holding me has my weight. He takes a few steps backwards, and while he does, I reach back and I take hold of whoever has me by the nipples and I squeeze so hard he bellows in pain.
I spin around and see it’s Ray. He stares at me in agony while he rubs his nipples. Then another set of arms goes around me. These arms are bigger, and far sturdier. I notice the rings and the tattoos, and I know right away it’s Maddox. “Time to fight a real man. It seems my boys are makin’ fools out of themselves.”
“They’re going easy,” I pant. “They don’t want to hurt a girl.”
He chuckles. “I’ll hurt a girl. Three seconds.” He lets me go and shoves me forward, counting down. I spin around and consider my moves quickly. Maddox walks towards me, smirking, ready to go. I know he wont’ give in to me easily. The moment he reaches for me, I duck and spin around behind his back. I’m gifted with a speed Maddox doesn’t have, and I’m going to use it.
I drive my fist into his lower back, and as he spins, that same fist finds his balls. Again. Bellowing in pain, he lunges forward, capturing my wrist as I pull it back. He twists it around so I’m forced to go with it, dropping to my knees. I still have my other hand, and when he’s close enough I throw my elbow back into his shin as hard as I can.
“Fucker.”
I drop and roll out, knowing he will grab for me again. He smirks at me when I come up, and stalks towards me once more. “You’re a feisty little shit, but I will win this.”
“You think?” I grin, shoving to my feet.
I bounce from foot to foot as he looms in on me. He takes me by surprise by launching his foot out and hitting my knee, sending me back down to the floor. I groan in pain but roll towards him, grabbing for his foot. It isn’t the best move, because he drops down on me, trapping me on my side by sitting on me.
He presses a hand to my face, forcing it to the floor. He’s being reasonably gentle—I know he is, because I’ve been in a similar position before, and it hurts.
“I could get used to this chair.”
I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath before twisting my body with everything I have until I’m flat on my back. He’s still sitting on me. He takes my hands and shoves them above my head, one of his big hands fully capturing both of mine. “What are you goin’ to do now, little girl?”
“Kick your ass, Maddox.” I grin.
He’s not watching my legs, and I’m flexible enough that I launch my knee up, sending him forward just slightly as he loses his balance. He falls forward, his hands releasing mine and dropping either side of my head. I move quickly, wrapping my fingers around his big arms and finding those pressure points again. I pinch them hard and he barks a curse, trying to shake me off.
He pushes up so he’s on his hands and knees over me. His hands move quickly to pin down my shoulders, but my hands are in the perfect position to twist up and grab him by the cock. I do so, reaching up quickly and grabbing him so hard he howls. Holy shit, Maddox is something to grab hold of.
The bikers burst out laughing as I twist Maddox’s cock in my hand. “We have two choices here.” I grin. “You let me go and admit defeat, or you let me keep twisting your cock. It’s impressive, by the way.”
His jaw is tight, but there is something in his eyes that tells me he isn’t backing down. And he doesn’t. He moves his knee quickly, lifting it, causing a howl to escape his throat as the movement causing my grip on his cock to tighten, and then he brings it down over my girl parts.
“Motherfucker!” I bellow.
“I told you I’d kick you in the cunt for revenge. Now let me go,” he growls.
“Fuck you.”
He presses his knee harder, and because I’m tender from Krypt, I hiss in pain.
“Let me go,” he orders.
I twist him harder and he presses harder.
“One of us has to give in,” I bite out. “And it won’t be me.”
“I like my cock bein’ pulled, baby,” he spits. “So it won’t be me either.”
I really don’t want to hurt him in a bad way, even though I know I could. Our eyes are locked in a furious mental battle, neither of us wanting to give in. Realizing that the man isn’t about to be beaten by a girl in front of his club, I finally release him. I could make it hurt, but I’m a nice person. He grins down at me, moving his knee. He leans right down until our lips nearly touch.
“You fight good, but you’ll never beat me.”
“Eat me.”
He laughs and pushes off. He reaches his hand out and I take it, standing. The bikers cheer, and thrust drinks at me as I pass. I might not have beaten Maddox, but motherfucker . . .
I owned that fight.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I stumble down the hall. I’ve had far too much to drink. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? I find the bathroom and step in, only to come across a biker balls-deep in a whore who’s bent over the sink. “Really?” I snap. “I need to pee.”
The biker turns, glaring at me. “Fuck off!”
I mutter something profane and turn, walking down to Krypt’s room. His room has the only other toilet in this house, and there’s no way I’m going to pee outside. I swing his bedroom door open and shove in, not stopping to consider that he might actually be in here with someone.
He is.
I skid to an abrupt halt as I see Krypt sitting back in his bed, arms up behind it, watching a whore dance and strip in front of him. His eyes swing to me lazily when I step in, and a slow smirk appears across his face. Oh, he thinks it’s funny, does he? I have no doubt that this is his way of bringing revenge down on me for earlier.
If I didn’t need to pee so badly, I would charge over and smack him in the face.
Instead, I step past the drunken, naked whore, and slip into the bathroom. My anger swells in my chest as I pee. I can either go out there and make a scene, or I can give him the same arrogance he’s giving me. I finish up, and by the time I’ve washed my hands, I know exactly what I need to do.
I step back out, shoulders back, a smirk of my own plastered across my face.
The whore is crawling on the bed towards him, her breasts swinging as she nears. He’s got no shirt on, and his hands remain behind his head as he watches her. Before she reaches him, I step beside the bed and glare at her. She jerks her head up a
t me, confused.
“Get out,” I say, my voice smooth yet demanding.
“I beg your pardon?” she slurs.
“I said . . . get out.”
She pouts and turns to Krypt. “Who is she?”
“Who I am is beside the point,” I say, leaning in and glaring at her. “It’s what I’ll do if you don’t get out now.”
She stares at me for a moment and then mutters, “You’re the fighting girl.”
“I am.” I smile. “Now scoot, or I’ll practice on your oversized boobs right there.”
She huffs and rolls off the bed, not bothering to put any clothes on as she walks away. I turn to Krypt. He’s not said a word; instead he keeps his arrogant smirk as he watches me. I walk around to the end of the bed and take hold of my shirt.
“You want a whore, Krypt? I’ll give you exactly what you desire.”
His eyes grow lusty as I begin to move my hips from side to side, while I slowly unbutton my shirt. I throw it off before making light, yet sexy work of my pants, until I’m in nothing more than my bra and panties. Krypt stares at me, his expression giving me nothing.
I reach up, fingering my bra and running my hand over my breast lightly. “You want me to take this off?”
Krypt grins, but doesn’t answer me.
“Did you turn into a mute, Krypt?”
He places his hand on his muscled belly and tilts his head, studying me. I watch him sitting in that position, and my lip slides into my mouth. Imagining him with his cock out, stroking it, has wild ideas filling my mind. I remove my hand from my breast and in a sultry voice, I rasp, “Jerk yourself.”
His eyebrows shoot up.
“Don’t act like it shocks you. Do it, or I won’t take my clothes off.”
He shakes his head, shifting and staring at me.
“No?”
He smirks.
“Fine. It won’t be me taking my clothes off for you tonight then,” I say, turning and walking towards the door.
I’m nearly there when I hear his zip, loud and clear. A slow, sensual smile curls my lips as I turn back to see him jerking his jeans down and releasing his cock.
“Make it good,” he says gruffly.
He wraps his large hand around the head of his cock and begins squeezing it gently. I watch it grow in his palm, stretching and swelling until it’s ready. I stand at the end of the bed, watching him with a clenching pussy as I slowly run my hands over my bra while swaying my hips.
He keeps squeezing his cock, clearly saving the pleasuring part for later. His eyes narrow and go lusty as I reach around and unclip my bra, flicking it off. I cup my breasts, moaning as my thumbs graze my hardened nipples. Krypt begins to stroke his length, slow and deliberate, his eyes fixated on my nipples.
I slide my hand up and pop my finger into my mouth, sucking it with a little moan before reaching down and swirling the moisture around my nipple. A little gasp leaves my lips and my pussy swells. I love the fact that he’s watching me while stroking himself; it’s erotic, in the most amazing way.
I run my free hand down my body, over my belly, and to my panties. I take the elastic in my fingers and pull it out, lowering it just enough for him to get a glimpse before letting them go. He grunts angrily, his eyes wild, his dick so hard it looks almost purplish from this angle. “Hands on your pussy. If I’m showing you, then you need to show me,” he orders.
“Maybe I just want to make you suffer,” I purr.
“Now, Ash, or I’ll bend you over and fuck this come right out of myself.”
I grin, but my heart picks up a few beats at his words. I take hold of my panties again, lowering them down and shuffling out of them. Then I stand, fully naked in front of him. He sucks in a breath, his hand stopping as he takes me in. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
My cheeks heat as I slowly begin moving again, running my hands over my body, stopping at my breasts to squeeze every now and then. “Fuck. Dance for me, baby. Show me how good it fuckin’ feels to be naked in front of me,” Krypt groans, stroking his cock harder and faster.
I dance for him, swaying my hips from side to side, letting my hair cascade down my back as I tilt my chin back, moaning while my hands explore my aroused body. I can feel how damp I am between my legs. I let my fingers slide down, swiping through my arousal.
“Fuck,” Krypt rasps. “I can see how wet you are. Put your finger in your mouth, gorgeous, suck it off.”
I lift my hand to my mouth, sliding my finger past my lips. I close my eyes and moan, so completely turned on. I suck myself clean before letting my fingers wander back down to my pussy. I slip them into my depths, relishing in the damp warmth there. My eyes are on Krypt, watching his hand slide up and down his cock, watching his body tense with need.
“Play with your pussy,” he growls. “Fuck, yes.”
I stroke my clit, moaning at the heightened sensation that travels through my body.
“Spread your legs. Let me see your sweet cunt.”
I stare around, noticing a chair close by. I bring it closer before placing one of my legs on it. In doing this, I expose myself fully to him. My cheeks flush crimson at the realization that he can see all of me. I dare to glance at him, and once again he’s stopped stroking himself. He stares at me, his lips slightly parted, his eyes so full of lust they almost burn through me.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes. “That’s the sexiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen.”
I tentatively push my fingers back into my folds, finding my clit again. I stroke, dropping my head back as everything comes to life. It feels so good, so damned amazing. Knowing Krypt is watching makes it that much more erotic. My clit swells beneath my finger, becoming a hard little nub.
“Oh God,” I whimper.
“Yeah, baby, yeah,” Krypt grates out, his hand stroking his cock so hard his muscles bulge in his arms.
“Krypt,” I mewl, rubbing harder, moving down to slip a finger inside my heat.
“Shit, fuck, baby, come for me.”
“I . . .” I cry out. “Oh God, I want to.”
“Come,” he barks, his hand working over his cock in a frenzy.
Everything swells inside me before exploding out. I scream his name as my orgasm rocks me, taking me over the edge. I don’t even hear Krypt move, but before I can finish my high he’s in front of me, his hand around my hip. He thrusts inside me, so fucking hard it burns.
“You’re . . .” he grunts and he thrusts.
“So . . .”
Thrust.
“Fucking . . .”
Thrust.
“Perfect.”
He’s fucking me like a wild animal, his hand on my hip, his cock driving in and out of my wet flesh. His other hand is tangled in my hair, and he’s tugging me hard with each stroke of his cock inside me.
“Fuck, Ash,” he roars as he finds his release. His cock swells before exploding. I feel every pulse as he empties himself into my wanting sex.
“Krypt,” I whimper, pressing my lips to his sweaty neck.
He stops thrusting, but he doesn’t move away from me. He holds me there for the longest time, until both of us can breathe normally again. Then he pulls back and stares down at me, his expression sated. He leans down, pressing a light kiss to my lips before pulling back and letting me go.
“You’re goin’ to be the fuckin’ death of me, Ash,” he says, jerking his jeans back up.
“I could say the same,” I whisper, leaning down to find my clothes.
He sits on the end of the bed, watching me dress.
“About earlier,” he begins.
I put my hand up. “We don’t know each other, Krypt. Can we just . . . can we just go with it for now?”
He stares at me, his eyes intense. With a sigh, he nods. “I can go with it, sweetheart, but know this.” He stands, and leans in close. “I won’t be waitin’ forever.”
I swallow as he steps past me, and walks towards the door.
“Krypt?” I call out.
He turns.
“Don’t think that it wouldn’t be an honor to be with you like that. It’s just . . .”
“I know,” he grinds out. “It’s just it ain’t for you.”
He walks out without another word.
Well, if I’d never felt used before, I certainly do now.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Krypt avoids me the entire next day.
That’s fine; I’m still deliciously sore because of our actions. Each time I move I’m reminded of his heated length sliding into me, fucking me into oblivion. Just the very thought of it has my skin tingling. He might think he’s not for me, but he’s very wrong. He’s all I can think about. He’s consuming me.
“Get her up here. It’s not safe for her down there.”
I hear Krypt’s voice as I move through the halls the next evening. I stop, pressing myself against the wall. Who is he talking about?
“She’s not goin’ to be happy with that, Krypt,” Tyke growls. “She doesn’t want to be in this life.”
“She ain’t gettin’ a choice. It’s dangerous, and if Howard figures out she’s lookin’ for me¸ he’ll jump at the chance to take her.”
“Fine, but you ain’t gonna be the one to go and get her.”
“Think I don’t know that?” Krypt barks.
I wonder whom they’re talking about. My mind spins with the possibilities. An old flame? A sister? A friend? A niece? The shuffling of boots has my body launching off the wall. I crash right into Krypt’s hard, muscled chest.
“Oh, sorry,” I mumble, pushing back. “I was just, ah, I was . . .”
Shit.
I look up to see Krypt smirking at me. The arrogant jerk. His eyes flash with humor; he’s finding it amusing that I’m stuttering like a small child in front of him. I take a breath and straighten my shoulders, turning on my heel and disappearing down the hall.
“Good to see you, Ash.” He chuckles.
I throw my finger up over my shoulder and his laughing intensifies. He can’t see it, but I have a huge smile on my face. I duck around the corner into the kitchen; I haven’t eaten all day. When I get in, a few of the club whores are gathered around, making sandwiches. They look up when I come in. Three of them give me sour expressions, and I recognize one of the ladies as Krypt’s striptease. Yeah, I outdid you baby. The fourth one is softer, her face less tense.