He even understood why Belle could consider giving Ava up. Their world didn’t allow for them to have anything for their own. Fighters were pawns, used and discarded. They had no choices, no life beyond their next match.
The thing was, he was a selfish bastard, and he didn’t like to share. Had no intention of ever sharing anyone again. It was time for him to live the life he wanted.
She would belong to him, completely.
When all of this was over, he intended to marry her. To take her as his wife, to fill her womb with his kid, and they were going to be a happy family. It’s something he’d never expected to have. Now it was all he could think about.
Running his fingers along her slit, he slid two fingers inside her, feeling how hot and wet she was for him.
She arched up, moaning his name. It sounded perfect. The morning light rays highlighted her blue eyes. Her lips were swollen, her body a feast on his kitchen table.
Stroking his thumb back and forth across her clit with two fingers deep inside her, he felt her cunt tighten around him. He groaned deep in his chest. With his other hand, he slicked up both of her nipples, leaning over to lick the syrup from her tits. She looked so sexy, so wanton, and he was going to take pleasure as well as give it.
It was time to forget the world again.
Kissing down her body, he pulled his fingers from her pussy, and replaced them with his tongue, tracing across her clit, gliding back and forth over the precious nub. She writhed, panting, crying out his name.
The sound echoed off the walls. When she was so close to orgasm, he refused to tip her over the edge. Keeping a firm grip on her, he held her in place, sliding his cock along the outside of her pussy, making her exhale on a moan.
He did this for a couple of thrusts, bumping her clit each time. Drago gripped his cock, moved to her entrance, and inch by inch, pushed deep. He watched his cock disappear inside her, and knew he had to make her safe.
He wanted this woman for life, and he’d do everything in his power to keep her.
Chapter Ten
They’d been holed up in Drago’s condo for too long. She’d been growing impatient. When Drago said he had to meet with Carlos in the afternoon, she took the opportunity to get down to her own business.
Belle got dressed, then walked to the large windows off the kitchen. She stared down at the bustling city. There were two worlds, one that everyone could see, and the seedier side hidden in the shadows. She wanted out of that twisted world. Belle wanted to be one of those oblivious people rushing around on their lunch hour.
Drago had been kind to her, too kind. His sacrifices were too great. Why should he suffer or put himself at risk because of her? It wasn’t fair, and she wouldn’t have it. Once she had her life sorted out, then she’d deserve a man like him. Maybe. Building a relationship out of desperation and emotion wasn’t healthy, and Drago mattered to her enough that she wanted to do this right.
He thought she was a delicate flower. That he needed to protect her. Had he never watched her fight? Belle was capable of shutting out the world and turning off pain in order to win. She was a machine, a beast, feared in the ring since she was a kid. She’d turn off her emotions, leave any remorse outside the ring and deliver a brutal attack to ensure she came out the winner.
Winning was all that mattered.
Today she’d do the same—win. No more feeling sorry for herself or relying on others. She’d deal with her father firsthand. Before she left, she wrote a letter to Drago, asking him to take care of Ava if anything went wrong. She trusted him, and knew he’d make an excellent father. If only Ava was Drago’s real heir and not that bastard Mikey’s.
Once outside, it felt foreign to walk the streets on her own, the cool breeze on her cheeks. She’d never take her freedom for granted. She’d been her father’s minion for far too long. And Drago had shown her what life and love could be like. After her experience with Mikey, she’d assumed all men were assholes. She’d never known a good one. Drago showed her how a real man treated a woman, and how delicious good sex could be.
She pulled out her cell and scrolled through the information they’d gathered. There was a tracker on Donald Ford’s car, the creepy politician Drago said wanted her dead. That was her first stop. And then the family home she grew up in, though it had been anything but traditional. She’d practically lived in the basement gym, never knowing affection or unconditional love from either of her parents. Just thinking of the loveless house made her stomach turn sour. She didn’t want that lifestyle for Ava. Anything would be better.