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Alyssa turned her head from side to side as if summing me up. “Why are you grinning like that?” she asked cautiously.

“It’s just that the mat can be a slippery place,” I replied, walking to the middle of the floor. Holding out my hand to her, I explained what we would do. “Grappling is how you take hold of your opponents and pinning them when fighting.”

First, I showed her some grappling holds, throws, and sweeps. After a couple of tries, she started to get the motions right. She was a fast learner, I thought as she pulled me over her leg to the mat.

Getting up, I smiled at her as I spoke. “Okay, let’s see if you can take me down. You can use any of the moves I have shown you.”

Alyssa returned my smile. There was a glint in her eyes as she spoke in a low tone. “What do I get if I take you down?”

Nodding at her, I laughed. “We’ll have to see,” I replied, taking my stance. I could see the resolve in those sparkling eyes. She was burning with a fire I had not noticed before.

Before I could formulate any more thoughts, I saw her fist coming to my shoulder with force. I took hold of her fist before it could touch me. Alyssa swung around, breaking free from my hold. As she turned, she grumbled at me. “Ready or not, here I come.”

I shook my head as I dodged another punch. Stepping to her side, I tapped her butt with my flat hand. Alyssa huffed out of frustration as she turned to me. I found her movements alluring as she swung, and I dodged. Stepping in closer, Alyssa grabbed my neck and tried to trip me. She was determined to take me to the mat.

With a simple reverse hold, I took her down with two moves. She landed on the mat with a soft thud. Letting out a heavy breath, she tried to scramble to her feet. As I moved down to pin her, Alyssa kicked up.

The heel of her foot collided forcefully with the bottom of my chest, pushing me back. Surprised, I staggered a tad, watching her jump up. Grinning at her, I moved around and took her into a chokehold. I kept my hold loose enough so it was ineffective. But it was good enough to keep her in my arms.

Alyssa struggled, trying to push her hands up into the hold. I reveled in the feeling of her squirming against me for a moment. Loosening my grip, I allowed her to pull out of my hold. She moved forward and turned, glaring at me. Her chest rose and fell as she heaved, letting out tiny puffs of air.

The movement of her breasts distracted me. I missed her charging as my mind wandered. Alyssa knocked me in the stomach with her shoulder, sending me toppling over. Her tackle was startling but didn’t hurt.

Alyssa straddled me as she giggled victoriously. Holding her hands up in the air, she made soft rounding movements as she sat over me. The movement was surprisingly an instant aphrodisiac.

Letting out a soft chuckle, I took hold of her hips as I spoke. “Good job, but the fights are not over, princess.”

Alyssa glanced down at me. I could see the shock on her face as I pushed up and twisted over. She tried to stop the turn but ended up with both her hands behind her back. She struggled even more under me, trying to get out of my grip. With my hands placed solidly on the mat next to her arms, I didn’t allow her to pull them free.

She bounced her butt up and down in an effort to push me off her. This only increased my hunger for her. Leaning in, I kissed her deeply. Alyssa stopped struggling as our lips met. Lifting my weight from her, I allowed her to pull her arms out from under her.

Alyssa wrapped them around my neck as her lips parted, allowing me to access her mouth. As our tongues twisted in a fight of their own, she pulled my shirt up. I leaned down, kissing her chest as she pulled it over my head and dropped it beside us.

Her fingers burned my skin as she trailed a line with her nails up and down my back. “Alyssa,” I breathed out, pulling up. Staring into her eyes, I felt like I was taking a dive into an ocean of emotions.

Moving back, I pulled her into a seated position as I removed her shirt. My heart clawed at my chest as her fingers trailed down my chest to my pants. Breathing out heavily, I lowered her back to the mat.

Chapter 15 - Alyssa

The last couple of days have been magical. Piotr turned out to be everything I could have asked for in a man. He didn’t appear so kind and gentle when we met. In fact, seeing him fight that first time, coming to his house, being locked in. It all made me doubt his nature. But now, I knew better.

Considering all the information I gathered, I started wondering if this marriage could work. Pinning the last part of my hair, I resolved to at least give it a chance. Only time would tell if I would stay here.

I had to admit, the sex turned out to be amazing, and I was learning so much from all of them. Mila seemed to have accepted me and even Konstantin was warming up. I joined Mila on another assignment, which worked out very well. I was starting to feel like I was part of the family.

The cool breeze blowing in through the open bedroom window was refreshing. Even though the sun had not fully risen, I felt a bit heated. The breeze was welcoming. It cooled the sweat forming on my brows. My emotions were all jumbled. Today I would meet Leon for the first time.

I have heard so much about Leon. What he does isn’t bothering me, but will he accept me? Piotr and Leon are closer than the rest of the group. I fear things between Piotr and me may change if Leon disapproves. Staring out the window, I took a deep breath.

Turning away from the window, I caught my reflection and smiled. “You got this,” I said to the young woman staring back at me. I had pinned my hair on the sides up and was wearing a bright green summer dress.

Feeling my confidence returning, I headed down to see if I could assist with breakfast. Mila was setting the table like usual. Konstantin was cooking sausages and eggs at the stove. Piotr wasn’t there, though.

“Oh my, that smells delicious,” I said, entering. On the table were fresh orange juice, bagels, and a fresh pot of coffee. “Where’s Piotr?” I asked as I took out the cups and placed them next to the coffee pot.

Konstantin glanced over his shoulder at me as he spoke. “He’ll be back shortly. He went to get some milk. Seems we have run out.”

We had just finished setting the table when he walked in through the door leading to the garage. “Good morning, princess,” he said as he walked past me.

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