Page 121 of Wreck Me

I slammed my elbow back, but he just laughed maniacally as it connected with his face.

“Stop!” I heard Bastian calling and I strained to look out.

There he was with Caleb fighting to get to the ring, but being held back by the crowds and a couple of refs, along with people who seemed to be Damien’s supporters, as they were cheering and egging him on.

“Hmm, still not enough,” I heard Damien say to himself.

The next thing I knew, he was shoving his hand down the front of my pants and into my panties, then dragging his rough fingers through my folds, making me shudder and twist in his grip in a bid to escape the torment.

He thrust a finger inside me. “Damn, so tight. Can you even take Seb’s cock in this snug cunt?”

“Get the fuck off me,” I seethed.

“That’s up to Seb.”

“What?”

“Wait for it,” he said, before yanking his hand out of my panties, but keeping me down with a fist to my back. I strained to see him holding up his finger then making a show of licking it as he stared out at Bastian.

His eyes flamed with hellfire and then he was yanking at the chain-link savagely and roaring, “She’s mine! She’s fucking mine, motherfucker! Mine! I’ll kill you! I’ll rip your fucking dick off!”

“Ah, there it is,” Damien said, chuckling to himself.

In his distracted state, I managed to hook my leg around his, then throw all my weight into it to shove him off me. I reared back, kicked him in the face, then somersaulted back to my feet.

Rage was burning through me—and fucking shame that he’d just put there after what he’d done, and my body was vibrating with it while I struggled to hold the animal at bay, to control it.

He threw another hit, but I dodged it, then assaulted him with a brutal uppercut to the underside of his chin that had him stumbling back.

I leapt up into one of my spinning kicks and it smashed into his gut and slammed him into the chain-link.

I could feel that savage part of me right there at the surface.

But this time there was something else there too.

Something holding it at bay.

Some sort of barrier that hadn’t been there before.

Damien roared and came at me.

But then he suddenly pulled up short as something in the crowds took his attention.

They had literally parted and somebody was gliding along the path that it had made.

My breath caught in my throat as I took him in.

Long, caramel hair was pulled back into a ponytail off his bare broad shoulders. And, hell, were they broad. His muscles rippled with his every step, he was beyond jacked. If I’d thought Damien was a tank of a man, this was another level. A vicious-looking wolf with blood dripping from its teeth and wearing a crown was tattooed over his heart. His abs looked like they were cut from marble, and a pair of black jeans hung low on his hips, straining to accommodate his muscular thighs.

Caspian King in the flesh.

He strode into the ring, the whole place falling silent in a mixture of awe and what had to be fear, judging by the wide-eyed looks coming his way.

The onlookers weren’t the only ones. Damien looked like he was about to piss himself.

Ignoring him, King focused on me and approached.

He lightly grasped my shoulder with his big hand, then whispered at my ear, “Move back, love.”

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