Page 103 of The Catalyst

Some small voice in the back of my head begs me to run over and check that he’s okay, but that’s not my circus anymore. Not my monkeys either.

I don’t take any joy from him getting his ass handed to him, but I know it needed to happen and he deserved it. Every hit was for him holding me down, ignoring me when I screamed for him to stop. When his body hit the ground, it was retribution for him pretending not to see my tears or the way I would flinch from his touch after he raped me.

Martin walks away as his side of the crowd starts to cheer. He comes right over to me, wraps his sweaty arms around me and steals a fiery kiss, a kiss so powerful I’m surprised I’m still on my feet.

“Come on,” he says as he releases the kiss and drags my dazed ass behind him.

I hate to admit how surprised I am that he actually defeated Nigel. That’s no small task either. Nigel was undefeated. I should’ve had more faith in Martin but that’s hard to do when all the evidence I’ve seen shows the exact opposite of what he promised.

Martin escorts me back to the locker room and we slip inside the dimly lit space. The lights flicker as we walk over to where he abandoned his stuff. Instead of grabbing his things and leaving, he pulls me into him, running kisses up and down my neck while grabbing handfuls of my ass.

Someone is horny as fuck and I can’t say I’m unaffected. A moan falls from my mouth as I tilt my head back, giving him more room to work with.

“Take off your panties,” he demands and with very little effort, I shimmy out of them.

Anyone could walk in and see us, but I don’t give a damn. Hell, Nigel could walk in while Martin is mid-thrust and I wouldn’t give a fuck.

He lifts me up his body and I wrap my legs around his waist while using my feet to push down his shorts.

“Please, fuck me. I want everyone to hear me scream for you.”

He digs his teeth into my neck as he thrusts his cock in all the way, slamming his hips into mine until he is fully inside me. That familiar sting and ache greets me as he tugs down my shirt until my breasts are exposed.

Slamming my back into the lockers, Martin samples my tits as I greedily take him in and out of my needy cunt. Fuuuck. He feels so good.

“Fuck me harder,” I demand and he meets my command with zero resistance. He drills deeper and harder through my channel, taking all I can give. My jaw slacks as the scream is right on the tip of my tongue and he uses his thumb to circle my clit.

Then, the locker room door opens, the sound of skin slapping, Martin’s grunts, and my moans flowing out.

I look up and see Oliver standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. What the hell is he doing? Was the video I sent not enough? Does he need to see his cousin fuck me to get the point that I’m through with him?

I don’t tell him to leave. Instead, I hold his icy blue gaze as he watches me come undone for Martin, screaming from how good he’s making me feel.

“Atta girl,” Martin rasps as he releases my breast and moves his lips to my ear, whispering to me. “Was that orgasm for my cock or his eyes?”

Martin knows Oliver is watching us and doesn’t seem to mind at all.

“Both,” I gasp as he hits that sweet spot deep inside me.

“Good. Come all over my cock while he can do nothing but watch it happen.”

I didn’t know it was possible to orgasm so soon after getting off, but Martin just proved that wrong.

So fucking wrong.

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I turnover in bed as Martin gets up and I rub my eyes. “What are you doing?” I ask, pushing myself to sit up.

“I’m being summoned to Casa De Gray,” he grumbles, not sounding happy about it at all.

He tries to avoid going home by staying with me. It gives him a reprieve from his father and I’m happy to give that to him.

No one else seems to be able to help his circumstance, but I’m glad I can provide some solace.

“Why?”

“Who knows really?” He shrugs while I turn on the light and watch him put on his nice black silk dress shirt, still naked on his bottom half.

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