A Fighter's Desire (Gloves Off 0.5 & 0.6)(3)
“Lead the way, baby.”
As we danced our way through the crowd to the back rooms, my dick got harder with each step. Since April—the castrator—didn’t finish the job earlier, I needed the release. Once we were hidden away in a dark corner of a VIP room, she wrapped her arms around my neck and I grabbed her ass, lifting her up so she could fold her legs around me.
“I’m surprised you didn’t want to talk first,” I teased, reaching into my back pocket for a condom. I always carried a couple with me everywhere I went.
Megan moaned, licking her lips. “Talking’s overrated, don’t you think?”
“That it is,” I agreed.
With one hand, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock before tearing open the condom wrapper with my teeth. After sliding it down over me, I lifted her dress up above her waist and pushed her harder into the wall, making her moan.
No one was around, and even if they were, my body shielded hers since she was smaller and more petite. Besides, everyone knew to leave me alone if I was in my zone.
Reaching behind her, I circled my finger between her legs and groaned at how wet she was. I pushed two fingers inside of her and felt her clench tight, drawing me in. “Oh yeah, you’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
Moaning, she lowered the top to her dress and played with one of her nipples, making it perk up even more. “You have no idea how ready I am.”
Lowering my lips, I pulled her nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, biting down so I could hear her scream. The music in the other room muffled any noise that came from these separate rooms, so I didn’t have to worry about anyone hearing. In fact, her strangled cry of ecstasy only made me want to hear it again … so I bit down even harder.
Unfortunately, her scream wasn’t the only sound I heard …
“Bitch, what the f*ck are you doing?” a guy shouted from behind.
Megan tensed in my hold and gasped, immediately letting her legs fall away from my waist, obviously terrified. Before turning around, I slid off the condom and threw it on the floor, buttoning up my jeans. However, I didn’t expect what happened next.
The second I turned around, my jaw cracked and lit up like fire. The prick behind me had punched the shit out of my face. My head snapped to the side, but being the trained fighter I was I corrected myself just as quickly and went into fight mode. The taste of blood slid down my throat and my cheek throbbed from biting into it.
This motherf*cker’s going to pay for that.
The guy was a little taller than me—and stockier—but he was sloppy and drunk. Before I could land a hit, Megan tried to reason with him. Suddenly, he slapped her before pushing her so hard into the wall that she fell to the floor.
“What the f*ck?” I growled angrily, seeing only red as Megan shakily got to her feet.
That’s it … this guy is done. I wasn’t in the ring; I was dealing with a douche bag that got off on hitting women. He needed to be put in his place.
Charging toward him, I tackled him to the floor and pummeled his face, over and over with my fists. My knuckles started to tear open and bleed, but I didn’t care; I wanted him to hurt. He had two friends with him who tried to pull me away, but after I punched one and felt his nose crack, they both backed off and left the room.
Blood was everywhere … on my hands, my clothes, and all over the floor as the f*cker beneath me coughed, spitting out two of his teeth. I wanted to break his face until they all came out.
Megan’s scream, however, was what drew me out of my zone.
“Ryley, please stop!” she cried. “Oh my God, please.”
Teeth clenched and breathing hard, I was ready to kill, but I stopped and immediately pulled away, getting to my feet. About that time, Andres burst into the room followed by more bouncers and two police officers.
Great, I thought. I’m f*cked.
Andres and one of the officers went straight to the guy on the floor. Meanwhile, the other officer approached me head on. I knew the drill all too well, so I placed my hands behind my head, not even resisting when he cuffed me. By the look in his eyes, he’d been prepared for a fight, but I knew better than to do that.
The last thing I wanted was to be banned from the UFC, and knowing my luck I was probably going to be after what I’d done. I may have hit the cocksucker one too many times, but he deserved it.
“Care to tell me what’s going on, son?” the officer asked.
He was older, probably in his early fifties, and most likely ex-military judging by the dog tags around his neck and the buzz cut; very authoritative looking and almost the exact image of my father.
My father was my biggest supporter and the one who inspired my brother and me to fight. He passed away two years ago after a motorcycle accident, and ever since then nothing had been the same. I may be spending the night in jail, but he would’ve done the same thing if he saw a man hit a woman.
Since the guy on the ground was knocked out, I knew I was going to be the guilty party no matter what I said. Thankfully, Megan spoke up on my behalf. Gone was the girl who seduced me, and in her place was a scared woman, terrified.
“It wasn’t his fault, Officer, it was mine,” she cried, her voice shaking.
“And how is that?” the officer asked, turning his attention to her. Swallowing hard, she looked down at the guy on the floor and then sheepishly at me. She briefly closed her eyes before turning toward the officer. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out … the son of a bitch was her boyfriend.