Page 69 of Scarred Hearts

SMACK! He struck it again, causing a little more pain but I didn’t flinch.

I relished in the erotic pain, moaning, “God, yes, Tyler. You know I love when you spank my pussy like that.” I turned my head over to look at him.

His lustful gaze zeroed in on mine. “You belong to me, and I’ll make sure every guy coming into that fucking club knows you’re mine.”

His possessive declaration sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I prepared to respond with words of my own. But before I could, he shoved two fingers inside me from behind. My mouth fell open in shock and ecstasy, and I let out a loud cry. “Yes, sir,” I managed to gasp out.

He withdrew his fingers and started stroking down toward my clit, teasing and taunting me with his touch. With each flick of his fingers against my sensitive spot, my body arched up in pleasure. Just as I was on the brink of climax, he pulled back and smacked his palm against my bare ass.

SMACK! Then my pussy again. SMACK!

A surprised shriek escaped my lips as he effortlessly flipped me onto my back, my legs still spread open. “You have such a gorgeous pussy,” he mused, positioning himself between my thighs. His lips pressed against my entrance, teasingly slipping his tongue inside before tracing a path up to my throbbing clit. He took it into his mouth and sucked hard, but the pleasure was short-lived as he pulled away too soon. My body went limp once more as he climbed on top of me, straddling my stomach. With a smirk on his face, he gazed down at me and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Your tits are absolutely breathtaking.” As if on cue, he puckered his lips and let a droplet of spit fall onto his stiff cock. Instinctively, I leaned up and spat on him too.

I squeezed my breasts together, enveloping his shaft as he thrust between them. I ran my tongue along the underside each time he pushed forward, and then took the tip into my mouth. His eyes locked on mine as he moaned in pleasure. He reached behind himself and slid two fingers inside me, pleasuring me while I continued to work his cock with my mouth and breasts.

“I want… to… taste your… cum.”

“Oh, you will,” he smiled down at me, “but not like this tonight.” After a few more pumps through my breasts into my mouth, he slithered back down between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance. With a single push, he bottomed out against my cervix.

Back arched, I cried out, “Your huge cock feels so good, baby!”

He lay on top of me, holding me close and muffling our moans and breaths with a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together as he fucked me hard. I could feel my pussy tightening around him, signaling that I was close to climax. He broke the kiss, gazing into my eyes before lowering his head to bite and suck on my shoulder.

“Cum for me, princess.”

My eyes rolled back in ecstasy as I followed his command. My body trembled as I reached my peak, and he continued to thrust until he grunted loudly, releasing his seed deep inside me.

My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath. He grinned wickedly, pulling out of me, then knelt between my legs and inserted his fingers inside me. I felt a rush of pleasure as he lapped up his own cum from my slick opening.

He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean before leaning toward me. Our tongues intertwined, and our combined liquids mixed in a passionate kiss. Just as I started to relax, he thrust his fingers back into me, hitting my sweet spot and intensifying our kiss. I couldn’t hold back any longer and moaned loudly against his lips as I released myself all over us both.

He smiled proudly against my mouth. “I’m never letting you go again. You’re mine forever this time.”

I challenged him, “What if I did the same thing you did to me and left your house right now?”

He pulled back slightly and placed a firm hand on my throat. “I dare you to try.”

Tyler and I paraded into the warehouse, our fingers laced together, my black, Gucci gym bag thrown over his shoulder. Today I didn’t bother hiding my hickeys or wearing makeup. I wasn’t at work, and my appearance didn’t matter. Dressed in a black sports bra and matching exercise pants, I was ready to kick Nadia’s ass.

The Rovatis’ brother-in-law, Carmine Giamagi, was waiting with Nadia by his side. Ian and Luke stood close by, meeting our gaze as we waltzed in together. Both looked like they wanted to comment on our entrance, but neither did. Tyler set my bag on a chair, then removed his black Ray-Bans, tucking them into the case nestled in the side pocket of the bag.

“You ready?” Luke asked.

I gave a single nod, locking eyes with Nadia in a fierce stare.

“Remember,” Ian warned, “we’re on the same side. We just need it to look real on the night of the fight.”

Nodding, I unzipped my bag, taking out my neon pink hand wraps. As I wrapped my hand, Tyler remained protectively next to me, as if he were guarding me. Ice Man and Nico were patrolling the perimeter of the large room while other men worked on replacing the busted windows high on the walls. Several other workers were scattered throughout, doing whatever tasks they’d been assigned.

Luke twisted around, cupping his hands over his mouth. “Alright, everyone out!”

Ice Man & Nico escorted the men out. I wrapped my other wrist, and when I looked up, Nadia was already in the ring, stretching, with Carmine speaking to her in Italian, though I was too far away to understand either of them.

“So, is this official now?” Luke pointed back and forth between Tyler and me as I slid on the white and black glove, securing it.

“Yeah,” Tyler replied. “And before you ask, I’m fine with her fighting whoever.”

Ian slid his hands into his pockets. “Good.”

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