Page 10 of Risky Fight

This feels like that — the thrill. Like when I am about to fight an opponent they think I can’t beat. It’s adrenaline, pure and unfiltered by logic or fear. I don’t think about it, I just do it. I hop the small wall around the rooftop, scanning the flat open space to see if she made it here first. But in the distance her silhouette is clear, illuminated by the moonlight. I crouch lower than the wall so she can’t see me waiting for her.

I can hear her running, the sharp intake of breath as she launches into the air and flies across the gap between the two buildings. Then the thud as she lands safely a few paces away from me.

“Gotcha,” I say as I grab hold of her, and this time I am better prepared for her to fight me. She screams as if she really is surprised I caught her, she underestimated me. “Hello, my Lou, I think we should start this reunion over again. I didn’t like your attitude the first time.”

She smells like sex and fear — it’s intoxicating. My cock is hard from just one breath of her, I might break if I touched her now. The chasing, the sound of her scream, all of it turns me on and makes me want to take what is mine.

Take what is mine.

If anyone asks later, I will claim insanity, but she is mine. Her brothers owe us a lot of money, and my father asked me to find collateral for their debt. I have found it, biting me and trying everything she can to get free from me.

“I am not your Lou!” she yells at me, “put me down you fucking asshole.” That isn’t going to happen. There is no way I am running after her twice tonight. I have her now, with absolutely no intention of letting her go — ever again.

“Oh, but Lou, you are mine,” I say with a cocky confidence, she has no idea what is happening. Neither did I until right now. “You have always been mine. I can’t believe you were out there with that wet blanket accountant. Can he even get it up? How have you not gotten bored? I don’t like sharing things, especially not you, Lou-Lou. He better keep his soft little office hands off of you.”

“Roark, let me fucking go, you idiot. And you leave Will alone. You left me, remember—” she gets all sassy, “I am not yours, I never will be. So put me the fuck down.” I laugh that she thinks this would be that simple. I am not the boy who left her, I am a man now. A man who has seen things, and done things.

“Lou, you are mine.” I say it again, more aggressively this time, tightening my hold on her. “I am not letting go. You see, this isn’t personal. It is business.” She stills for just a heartbeat before going back to fighting against me.

“I am not your business, Roark, stop being a cunt.” I hate when that dirty word comes out of her pretty mouth. Such filth, she should know better.

“Lou, you are coming with me. I don’t give a fuck if you want to or not. Your brothers owe my father a lot of money, and we require some insurance. So you see, Lou-Lou, you are mine, and this is business. Until they’ve paid up, you belong to me to do with as I please.” It would please me to do all sorts of sordid things to her right now. I just need a reason — just one and I will fuck the fight right out of her. “Give me a reason, Louise, I dare you.” She knows what I am saying. Her body relaxes and the fight is quieted, for now. Louise knows my father doesn’t like when people owe him money and that this is a choice between her brothers living or her running.

“Fuck you, Roark.” She hisses it on a whisper but I hear it.

“Oh, sweet Lou, you will fuck me. But only after you beg me to let you,” I whisper back, and she starts to wiggle and thrash against me trying to get free again. “Easy way or hard way, Lou?” I ask her, “Either way you are coming with me tonight.” I wait, she doesn’t answer me. Defiant to the end, she is such a stubborn thing.

“You can’t make me go with you, Roark.” I laugh, which only angers her more.

“I am not making you, I am taking you.” I chuckle. “You know Lou, I was hoping this would be a nicer hello. That you would be happy to see me again.”

“I never wanted to see you again, I still don’t,” she snaps at me. “You left, you fucking coward. Now you think you can come back here and just claim me as yours? Have you gone fucking crazy? Too many hits to the head? Have you got boxer brain? Because you know me Roark, and you know I will hate you until you die and even then, I will hold a grudge for eternity.”

I do believe that, but I don’t think Lou hates me — she wouldn’t still be here if she did. Lou still loves me, she is just spitting mad and five years of rage is spewing out all at once.

I put her down so I can look into those fiery eyes and see if she really hates me. I hold her so she can’t get away. Glaring up at me, her face is red from fighting and running. She is dirty and her bare feet are hurt from running out here without shoes. My Lou is a mess, and still she is gorgeous to me.

“I love you too, Lou,” I say, tipping her chin up so she can’t look away from me. “I will always love you.” She narrows her eyes, and keeps her lips tight, not giving me the satisfaction of a reaction at all. But I see the way her gaze flashes to my lips, her pulse is racing beneath my hands where I have a tight grip on her wrists. She doesn’t need to say anything at all — her body speaks for her. “We both know what happens if you don’t come with me, Lou, my father will send someone else. Someone who doesn’t love you.”

The tiniest gasp escapes, her fear shows only enough that I can sense it for that one millisecond. Her family has always been important to her, she would never choose to put them in harm’s way. Not intentionally, not now or ever. Lou is loyal, and that is a fault sometimes. She could save herself, but instead, she will spare those two losers.

“I hate you.” She says it louder, looking me in the eye and I allow her to lie to herself for now. I let her think she hates me, just until I can remind her why she loves me. Fuck my life, she is gorgeous, even all messed up and half naked on the streets like a homeless urchin. “There are people who will look for me,” she says like I should be afraid of William the accountant. That wimp would piss in his knickers if I said ‘boo’ to him. Even if they find her — no one will challenge my family. They know better. And if they don’t, they will learn.

“Let them look,” I say to her, “no one will take what is mine.” I doubt there would be a man foolish enough to think he could.

The dim city lights create an eerie ambiance on the rooftop, and the distant sounds of sirens echo through the alleyways. The police cars are a reminder we are on the wrong side of the railway lines to be outside at night. Lou’s heart is racing, her breath quick and shallow, as she glances around for any possible escape route. I pull her closer to me. I don’t trust her not to bolt, and slowly bring her right up to me. I look at her like a predator closing in on its prey. She looks like I want to eat her — I need to taste her.

“You think you could run, Lou?” I taunt, a wicked grin spreading across my lips. “But you can’t escape me.” My words hang in the air as I draw nearer, my gaze unwavering and filled with raw lust. She’smine, and she knows it now.

Her defiance wavers for a moment, her eyes flickering with a mix of emotions. I think I even see her lick her lips. She is looking at me like she did years ago — hungry, needy and wanting. She tries to resist, but my grip on her is unyielding. I trail my fingers along the exposed skin of her arms, sending shivers down her spine. Her body shudders with both fear and delight at my tender touches. “You’re beautiful when you’re feisty,” I remark, my voice husky and deep with want. “But you belong to me, and I won’t let you go. You can fight all you want, but I am leaving here with you tonight.”

Her lips part, seemingly torn between some sassy protest and then choosing surrender. I take advantage of the hesitation, seizing her by the waist and pulling her close. She gasps, but doesn’t fight or kick this time, when our bodies press against each other, the heat between us palpable. She calms down at the contact, melting into me. I lean in, claiming her lips, a fierce and possessive hunger driving me. Showing her she has no option, she belongs to me and I can do as I want with her.

The kiss deepens, becoming a dance of my dominance trying to force her submission. Our tongues tangle and wrestle, the internal fight, each of us seeking to conquer the other. My hands explore the sweet womanly curves of her body with purpose. Like muscle memory I recall the feel of her like I haven’t been gone half a decade. My hands trace the curve of her back and slide down to rest on her perfect fucking toned ass. The fabric of her tank top clings to her skin, she is sweaty from running and trying to get away from me. The rapid beat of her heart against my chest, and the sweet moan she lets escape are enough to make my cock strain against my pants.

Lou’s resistance gives way to a desperate need, and she returns the kiss with a hungry lust. There’s a primal connection between us, an undeniable chemistry that binds us together in this moment of intense passion. It has always been there, it never went away when I did. The Asian masters teach of a red thread that ties soulmates together — the red thread on my hand is tied to her.

Time seems to slow as we lose ourselves in each other, the world fading away to leave only the two of us entwined on the rooftop. I forget I am kidnapping her against her will — and her will fades as she moves her body against mine. Our desperation intertwines, and every touch, every bite and kiss, ignites a fire within me. Now it’s been lit, I will not be able to snuff it out again.

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