Page 65 of Consume Me

“See you tomorrow,” I tell the group, making sure they don’t get any idea to come after me.

Once in my room, I head to the shower. Closing my eyes, the water cascades down my battered body, though I don’t feel a damn thing. Looking in the mirror, it reflects my state—split lip, red cheek, and a bruise forming. I didn’t expect him to be that good. I am almost impressed, but with his background, it shouldn’t surprise me.

I see Mia walking into the bathroom from the corner of my eye.

“Leave.”Before I never give you that chance again.

“You can barely stand, you idiot.”

She undresses, and saliva pools in my mouth.

“I’ll fuck you,” I warn.

She rolls her eyes, always taunting and tantalizing me. No wonder I have no damn control when it comes to her.

“Look at me all shivery… You can’t even fuck yourself in your condition.”

Tiny yet feisty. My lips curl up at this woman, tailored to make me lose my mind.

“Get in, and I’ll show you it’s not an empty threat. I hope you’re not sore.”

“Color me surprised, you care.” She sounds hurt. I want to go back into the ring and take it out on Tyson.

She gets in, and her scent invades my nostrils. My cock hardens, not caring about the state I am in.

She bites back a smile, coming to stand before me. Picking up the shower gel, she pours a bit into her palms, then she places her soft hands on my chest, and my insides roar in delight. She’smagic. That’s what she is, like a princess from some fairyland. Only, she landed in my dark lair.

She washes me gently, and I close my eyes, savoring her touch. My eyes snap open when she wraps her hand around my dick.

“Mia,” I groan low.

“What?” she asks, playing coy.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish.”

“Like you?”

I back her into the shower wall. “If I remember correctly, you came three times.”

A blush paints her soft cheeks, and she moves behind me.

“I should be mad at you. What am I? A damsel you have to fight for her honor?”

“He still can’t date you. Only after he wins.”

“I guess I have to give him a better incentive then.”

In one swift move, I wrap a hand around her throat, backing her into the shower stall. “What was that?”

She opens her mouth, but I slam my lips against hers. It’s a fierce kiss meant to ruin her for all others until she’s addicted to my mouth, craves only my touch, and wants only my cock. That sick part of me wants to punish her for even considering anyone else but me.

When I force my mouth off hers, she has a dazed look on her face.

“You can’t––”

I kiss her again, this time longer, and a small moan breaks free.

“Do you think you can tell me––”

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