Page 46 of Wreck Me

“That’s what I’m hoping for. Can’t wait to make a pretty picture of your face with these.” He kissed his fists. “Then I’ll lick all your spilled blood off your hot, nubile body.” He gestured around at the crowds gathered. “Gonna put on a hell of a show as I skewer your cunt with my big dick, making you bounce like my whore and scream for me. I’ll bind your hands so you can’t tap out either.”

Well, Damien certainly hadn’t undersold how demented this bastard was.

He stared as he licked his lips at me, then thrust his tongue between his spread fingers and wiggled it in a wholly disgusting display.

He was clearly desiring a reaction from me. Wanting me to balk at the sexual aggression and putrid threats coming off him.

Unfortunately for him, all it was doing was firing me up and making damn sure I brought every ounce of my brutality to the fight.

As the referee, in a crimson velour tracksuit, entered the ring and guided Vicars back, I caught sight of Sebastian to the left side of the cage. His fingers were brutalizing the chain-link in a white knuckle grip as he fixed his deadly glare on Vicars, obviously having heard what he’d said.

Caleb was grasping his shoulder and whispering something in his ear that had a war taking place on Sebastian’s face, cutting into that rage and the silently communicated promise of decimation he was throwing Vicars’ way. He was clearly struggling for control and Caleb looked noticeably worried about that.

Welcome to the club, asshole.

Now he knew a fraction of what I’d been burdened with.

Something he’d made a hell of a lot heavier with his bullshit pursuit, with his determination to call out Onyx. So much so that I’d come here tonight to unleash in a violent purge.

The ref stepped between us.

Just before he announced the start of the fight, Vicars reached out with his right hand for a fist bump.

I merely glared at it.

That was a sign of respect, the hell I was gonna rise to that after the clear disrespect and threats he’d been tossing my way.

He sneered. “Damn, girl, I can’t wait to tame the fuck out of you.”

Commotion around the side of the ring drew our attention and I looked out to see Sebastian trying to bolt around to the entrance of the ring. Caleb was rushing after him and then Damien was there too, the two of them holding him back from coming at Vicars, it looked like.

What the hell was he playing at?

This was my fight, not his.

Why did I care? Why was his presence radiating through me and affecting me at all?

No. It wasn’t. It fucking wasn’t.

I wouldn’t let it be so.

All those complicated thoughts thankfully evaporated when the ref signaled the start of the fight.

Vicars didn’t waste any time, bolting toward me and throwing his fist.

I twisted and sidestepped it and he stumbled at the destabilization of the miss.

I spun into a kick, driving my foot into his back, and he staggered, clawing at the chain-link to maintain his balance.

The crowd roared, thundering all around us.

“Little bitch!” Vicars yelled over the noise, pushing off the ring.

He lunged at me and attempted another cement-block force punch.

I brought my arm down, taking one hell of a bruise in order to deflect it. The radiating pain just served to ramp up my fight, though, and I welcomed it, then smashed my forearm into the underside of his chin, making his head snap back.

I used the disorientation, to jump up, fist my hand in his hair and jerk him down, ripping some strands out in the process, as I then slammed my knee into his face.

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