Page 114 of Vengeful Princess

Outside, the sky darkened even more as rain belted down, obscuring the view of the mountains. It felt like early evening, not 8 AM. No wonder the gym was empty. Everyone else must have decided to sleep in. It was a Sunday, after all.

“What did I tell you about ignoring me?” Kyril asked in a low, dangerous voice.

“That you don’t like it?” I teased, trying to lighten his mood, but it didn’t work. He moved closer, crowding me until my back pressed against the wall. My skin felt all sweaty and gross and loose strands of hair stuck to my forehead. But he didn’t seem to mind.

“No, I hate it when you ignore me,kotenok.”

He loomed over me, more than a foot taller. A sensible woman would have cringed in fear. Kyril’s size meant he was physically intimidating. Built like a truck, all hard muscle and raw masculinity.

If I was a typical girl, he could have crushed me with his pinky finger. Just as well as I wasn’t.Heh.

In a few seconds, I had him on his back, staring up at me with a mixture of surprise and arousal. He hadn’t expected me to attack, but I could tell he liked it.

But because this was Kyril, he wasn’t about to let me get the upper hand so easily. The minute I lost focus, all too easily distracted by his rock-hard abs and the rapidly thickening cock in his shorts, he’d flipped me over and pinned me to the mat.

“So mykotenokwants to fight?” he growled before licking a bead of sweat from my neck. I shivered, and not from disgust.

“I wouldn’t want to hurt you,” I taunted, using his weight against him to escape his hold. He rolled onto his back and laughed.

“OK,kotenok, get in the ring. Let’s see what other moves you have.”He gestured at the sparring ring on the far side of the room. I grinned. This could be fun.

63

Kyril

For some people, Sunday was a day for a lie-in. A chance to sleep off the lingering effects of a hangover or rue the moment you invited a chick back to your place when she was barely a 5/10.

Not me, though. I worked out religiously every day. With another fight booked in for next weekend, I needed to. Sure, my opponents were mostly useless, but it didn’t pay to become complacent.

And besides, I had a lot of aggression to burn off.

Dario Perreti was getting on my last nerve.

Thea threw me a smirk as she bent over to tighten her shoelaces. Every single thought in my head went poof as I focused on her peachy ass, gift-wrapped for me in tight lycra shorts.

My cock stiffened and I willed it to calm down. Sparring with a hard-on was a bad idea. Penis fractures were a thing. I’d Googled it once. Never again.

So, my littlekotenokwanted to play, did she? Well, she was in for a surprise.

“Think you can take me down, big scary wolf-man?” she teased, dancing around me as I wrapped my fists.

“Oh, you’re going down,kotenok,”I replied with a feral grin.

Her eyes lit up with mirth, and my heart squeezed painfully in my chest. She smiled all too rarely, so when she did, it made me want to pull her close and tell her I lo—

My brain short-circuited and Thea took advantage, jabbing me hard in the gut and following it up with a roundhouse kick to my left knee. I shook my head to dispel such stupid thoughts and focused.

Thea was much smaller than me, but I’d seen her fight. And I couldn’t afford to let my guard down. Not for a second.

Not if I wanted to walk away with my balls and dignity intact.

We ducked and dived. She got a few good hits in. For such a petite thing, she had a hard punch. She was also not afraid of fighting dirty.

I, on the other hand, was very much holding back, which she soon noticed.

“Fight me like a man, asshole!” she growled before jabbing me in the ribs.

I half-heartedly aimed a punch, which she dodged easily. The problem was that I didn’t want to hurt her. Fighting women wasn’t my thing. A female MMA fighter had shown up one time at the fight club. I’d refused to fight her, but Andrej got into the ring with her.

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