Page 20 of Monster: King of Nevada

The possessiveness in his eyes is unhinged, and I don’t know who’s crazier…

Him for saying it.

Or me for loving it.

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THEIAS

Thousands have shown up for tonight’s fight. Music pounds relentlessly as I hold out a hand for Ella as her long legs lead her out of my Maserati. The shimmering green halter dress matches her eyes, and everyone turns to stare at the woman on my arm.

Jasmine went in the entirely opposite direction of what I’d anticipated, stating that her body was about to change and she deserved the chance to flaunt her figure. What she didn’t mention was how I’d turn into a madman.

I’d like to slice and dice every set of eyes roaming her body. The skirt is too fucking short, barely covering her ass, and the matching heels only make those ass cheeks and tits pop, standing out on display as people film us walking, escorted by security, into the warehouse-style arena.

We go down a private hallway leading to an elevator that only me, along with Caleb, Owen, and Lucas have a key for. No one is permitted in my private suites unless I invite them. Which hasn’t happened yet. Not here.

“You look angry, Theias.” Ella’s soft voice spikes my temper.

“I am,” I snap. I’m fucking livid and murderous. “Men are looking at what belongs to me.” She sighs while I’m over here snarling my claim. It pisses me off even more. “Don’t be fucking happy about that, Ella. It’s your ass I’ll be taking it out on.”

The warning brightens her smile.This fucking woman.“I can take it, Daddy.” She pulls me to a stop and cuddles into my body. Eyes are still on us. “Please put your hands on me.” Her own slide up around my neck as she lifts to kiss my throat.

I grip her ass in both hands, holding her so tight, she’ll be bruised later. “You’re trying my patience here.” Biting her lip, I suck on the morsel until she whines for more.

“Maybe I want them all to see how my Daddy owns me.” Her words are loud enough that they travel down the corridor and heads spin our way.

Walking her back so she hits the wall with a sharp thud, I kick her legs open as my mouth takes hers. Sliding my hand between her thighs, I rip off the tight thong she wears and shove it in my pants pocket. Her pussy is soaked for me.

“Such a tight little slut for Daddy, aren’t you.” It’s not a question but a fact. My girl is always ready for me. “Be a good girl and come for me.” Shoving two fingers inside her wet heat, I tease her clit with my thumb until she writhes. As soon as my fingers touch her g-spot, she’s off like a rocket, soaking my hand. “Louder,” I grunt as she breaks apart.

After her screams finish echoing, the sound of silence is music to my ears. Now the world knows who she belongs to because I know people were recording. I also know they didn’t get a glimpse of her perfect cunt.

“You want someone watching us fuck my pretty little doll?” Her eyes glaze over as she nods. “I’ll get you an audience then.”

I don’t care if people watch, but it’ll only be my best friends–the men I trust implicitly and without worry that they’ll try touching her.

“Who?” she whispers, signaling a hint of concern now.

Turning her head to look at Caleb, Lucas, and Owen standing near the elevator, I kiss her ear and say, “Them. They won’t try to touch you, but they’ll enjoy the show. Cocks out and being stroked as fast as your cunt takes me to heaven.” Her head nods with each word.

Sucking her juice off my fingers, I give her ass a slap to get moving as we head upstairs for the fights of the night. I don’t think I’ll be able to concentrate now, not with knowing we’ll have an audience at some point for the dirty ways I plan to fuck her.

I’ll never share Ella, not in a million fucking years, but if she wants to experiment with a bit of voyeurism, then I’m fine with that. As long as she understands, it’ll always be under my control.

“Sit,” I order my girl, pointing to the couch in front of the expansive window overlooking the ring and audience below. On the teleprompter hanging from the ceiling is footage of us from minutes ago. “Take it down,” I bark, uncaring as to who gets it done, so long as they do.

“Leave it,” Ella sighs. All eyes land on her as she sits forward, mesmerized by the screen. “We looked like that?”

“Hotter,” Caleb croaks, adjusting his dick in his pants. “Makes a man need to fuck dirty and hard.”

“Theias?” Her eyes glance at me, and I see she’s overwhelmed.

“They aren’t fucking touching you. I’ll kill them first.”

Relief sags her shoulders, and my heart pounds at a normal rhythm again. For a second, a fucking brief one, I thought she wanted them to.

Owen chuckles, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, princess. We know the rules, loud and clear. No touching. But, sweetheart, it’ll be an honor to watch.”

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