Page 120 of Wreck Me

I watched him enter the ring, running his hand over his neon-green mohawk, then adjusting his shiny white shorts.

He turned his attention to me, then gnashed his teeth.

Lovely.

A commotion outside the ring had the both of us swinging our heads toward the entrance. And then the ref came in and grasped his shoulder, whispering something in his ear.

My opponent frowned, then uttered a curse.

He grinned at me and said, “Sorry, next time, sweet cakes.”

And then he was walking out.

The crowd moved and then somebody else came into view.

What. The. Hell?

None other than Damien Thorn strode into the ring then. He ripped his shirt over his head and tossed it in the corner, baring his massively muscular physique.

He’d always worn that baggy hoodie, but nothing was hiding what a tank of a man he was now.

He bounced on the balls of his feet and licked his lips at me.

What was going on?

I discreetly looked over at Bastian and Caleb, but they were no longer there.

When movement in the crowd occurred again, I caught sight of them pushing toward the ring.

I couldn’t follow their movements any further when the ref came in to start the fight.

As I walked over there and met Damien in the middle, I demanded, “What the hell are you doing?”

“You’ll see.”

I narrowed my eyes.

But then he bumped my fists and stepped back, getting into position.

I was so stunned by him taking the place of my opponent and the mind-fuck that the whole thing was that I didn’t register the ref signaling the start of the fight.

Damien’s fist slammed into my face like a block of freaking cement. I grunted as his knuckles scraped across my jaw and I stumbled straight into the chain-link.

Before I could recover or even turn around, he was there, digging his fingers into my shoulders and wrenching me off the wall.

Another fist to the face, then a brutal knee to the gut had me reeling, and then he hooked my knee and wrenched my leg out from under me.

I hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud.

He was on me in the next second, fisting my hair and wrenching my head back. “Let’s have another taste, Bluebell.”

He smashed his lips to mine, forcing a sloppy kiss all over my mouth, my jaw, my throat, before licking the length of my cheek.

“Damien!” I heard Bastian’s voice roaring. “Don’t fucking touch her!”

Damien heard him and laughed, then whispered at my ear. “Let’s see what’s so special about you, shall we?”

He grabbed my pussy through my pants and squeezed, forcing a grunt from me.

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