Page 6 of The Midnight Prize

"Where'd he go?" It was tough to move my mouth, but I needed to know.

"The cafeteria, I think. You just missed him. He seems to be a great friend. I look forward to working with him."

"What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to make sure my brother didn’t do permanent damage to you.”

“Your brother?” Even though my body was busted up, I had an inexplicable urge to want to jump out of bed and scream. “Oh, I thought—“

“You thought I was his woman,” Ariana ended. She leaned in closer and breathed, her sweet scent assaulting my senses. “I understand, I get that a lot.”

I swung my face back to the window as a sudden wave of shame washed over me. “No...I mean, yes. Where’s he at?”

“I left him during the after-party. If he knew where I’d gone...” she swooned.

“Wait. You snuck away from him?”

“Of course, darling. I had to see you. He’s never approved of me being with someone in the fight game. He’s very protective and has destroyed anyone he thought was unworthy of being with me while calling themselves a fighter.”

I exhaled and rolled my eyes to the top of my head. “I thought this whole thing, you and I, was a set-up. You matching with me, fucking me, I though it was all orchestrated by you, or your brother, or whoever, to weaken me before our match so he could win the prize.”

“Oh, but it was. Why do you think he came after you with such intensity?”

“What?” I turned back and felt a jolt of pain shoot down my neck all the way to my toes. My body told me to stop with any sudden movements, but as normal, I didn't listen.

“Damian Wolf, the Hunter. Tonight, he was hunted. You were my prey. It was no accident that we matched, babe. I searchedyouout. I’ve been a fan of yours for quite some time, Hunter. I’ve followed your fights online. But, this? The Midnight Prize? It was a million U.S. dollars, and honestly I’m not sure my brother could have beaten you one-on-one. So, I took matters into my own hands. We need this money, Hunter."

"Please tell me, it's so you can escape your native country's oppression for a better opportunity here in the states."

Ariana laughed at my statement. "Oh, no, it's nothing like that. We're not even foreigners, we're from here. Like you."

"Then why?"

"I like money, Hunter, and it was a million. I let Dustin know about our little rendezvous before your match tonight, to give him a little extra motivation. I mean, don't get me wrong. Your dick game is phenomenal, and I really enjoyed being with you, but it was a million on the line.”

Heat rushed to my head as I wiggled my fingers, trying to curl them. I’d never strike a woman, but the mental image of leaping out of my bed, wrapping my hands around her shoulders, and shaking the shit out of her flooded my mind. I tightened my face as best I could, given the swelling, and glared at her. “Get the fuck out,” I repeated.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” Ariana eased out of the chair she’d been sitting at besides my bed, giving me an eyeful as she moved with grace to her feet. She went to the door to my room, peaked her head out, and then satisfied, closed the door. “Don't you know, you and I are the same? We're both unbeatable and use our intellect to manipulate the outcomes to best serve us."

"Except, I'm no longer undefeated."

"I didn't say you were, 'undefeated,' Hunter. I said, you were 'unbeatable.' There's a difference."

"What the fuck?"

Ariana licked her lips. "I told you, I've been watching you for a while."

The arrogance of this woman. I wanted to tell her to lay into her with clever, but snide comments, except on some level I knew she was right. It was my own arrogance, and ability to manipulate the circumstances around me that led me here. I didn't have to swipe on her profile or follow through with it. Somehow, I was still drawn to this woman. All I could muster was a, "Fuck you," to try to save face.

"Oh, your pride is hurt. I understand, but trust me, babe. I've got big plans for us. Here, let me start, by making it up to you.”

Her every move was arousal as she returned to my bedside. She pulled down my covers at such a slow speed, every inch of my body screamed in sexual torment. Underneath the covers, I wore the classic, paper-thin blue hospital gown. It would not serve as much of a barrier.

“Oh, poor baby,” she teased. My cock was vertical and erect and pulled the gown off of my skin giving plenty of room for her to slip her hand underneath. “You’re hungry. Here, let me feed your appetite.”

Ariana lowered her top to free her perfect breasts and lowered her face. I gasped as she drew my cock into her mouth, the warmth of her mouth erasing any previous thoughts from my mind. The only thing I could focus on was her tongue as she swirled the tip before she engulfed my dick down her throat. Her head bobbed as she worked up and down my shaft, moaning and slurping as she went.

“Fuck, woman!” I uttered with a low growl. Watching her work was too much, and I feared that I would release before she was satisfied, so I threw my head back and held my breath. I wouldn’t last much longer if she continued to torture me this way. I had to take control. I used the cast on my right hand to brush away the hair that had fallen on her face and twirled it in my left until I had a ball. She opened her mouth enough to loose a sigh, and I became the puppet master. “Fuck,” was all I could utter as I raised my hips, and drove my cock deep into her throat.

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