Page 7 of Dmitri

We tear into each other until I finally wrestle him to the ground and put him in a body lock that forces him to tap out.

They have to peel me off him, too.

“Who else?” I stumble back onto my feet and blood pours from my mouth. My ribs hurt. I can’t see out of my left eye. “Who else?”

No one rises to my challenge.

No one else enters the cage.

“There’s none left,” Old Man Silas says. “Dmitri, you took them all out.”

“How many?”

“Seven.”

I just foughtsevenmen? I only counted three. Dread consumes me as reality sinks in.I lost time.Half this fight has fallen into the black hole of my mind.

“You did well, son. Real well.” Silas has been running these underground fights since before I was born, and he knows praise doesn’t do shit for me. Never has. He points at the boarded-up office that was converted to a bedroom when I was seventeen. “She’s upstairs.”

“She?”

“I know how you are, Dmitri. When you said you were coming tonight, I made arrangements for you.”

Just like old times.

Swiping the blood from my nose and mouth, I storm out of the cage with a new target to take my aggression out on.

My prize.

“It’s good to have you back!” Silas yells as I beeline through the crowd of wannabe fighters and heavy gamblers. A few motherfuckers try to pat my back, but I smack their hands off. No one touches me without consent.

Taking the stairs a little slower than I prefer, I hold my side and spit blood on the steps.

Silas knows that after a hard fight, I like a harder fuck. He’s always found a willing, consensual partner for me. I guess I should be grateful he went to the trouble tonight, but I know it’s likely just a ploy to get me back in the ring as a regular. I’ve made him a lot of money over the years. He probably thinks taking care of me tonight will lead to more of the same energy from me later.

It won’t.

It can’t.

Tonight’s fight is a one-time thing.

Aw fuck, why am I lying to myself? I’ll be back again, and Silas and I both know it. No matter how hard I try to give this up, I can’t do it. I’m too weak. Too hooked. Too broken.

My dick is hard as steel, and I haven’t even seen my prize yet. Opening the door, I’m nothing more than a hot-blooded feral animal as I prowl over to the woman chained against the wall. I’m too mindless to take note of her beauty, and her chains are a given.

I have a type, and Silas knows it.

Looming over her, I suck in heavy, labored breaths. “Are you here of your own volition?” Blood drips from a cut in mycheek as I wait for her to speak. “Answer me.”

“Yes.”

Her tone strikes a chord I don’t care to consider.

“Call red if I’m too much.” I yank my belt off first and shove it in her mouth. “Bite down.”

Her pearly whites clamp onto the leather strap, and I barely make out what she looks like as I tug my jeans down and snag a condom from the pile on the floor by her feet. Sheathing myself, I lift her thighs and drive into her.

No introductions. No foreplay.

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