Despite the dark mask across his face, his eyes glowed. The bright shine flickered as they darted between the fighters. A hand fell across his hair, brushing it from his view.
My father stepped off his throne, made his way through the mass. Approaching the man, he held his hand held out in gesture.
Was he a new bidder? A guy with deep pockets ready to drop thousands in bets?
The two walked side by side. My father's hands motioned as he spoke, pointing around the ring towards the fighters.
Reaching the bright lights of the circle, my heart stopped, breathing slowed to a mere gasp.
It was Quinn.
No! Fuck! Fuck! What the hell is he thinking? He shouldn't be here, this place will eat him alive. Kill him over and over without mercy.
The glass in my hand slipped out, my grip loosened and it shattered against the floor. I couldn't move, couldn't think. My stomach spun with butterflies and acid. Wanting to see him again, laying my eyes on his face, was exciting.
Seeing him here, talking with my father, made me sick.
My dad's face turned my way, eyes smiling the most deceptive stare. The grin he held across his cheeks was false and unwelcoming.
My surprise, this was my surprise? Mother fucker!
Pushing their way through the crowd, Quinn held his expression on me. A slight smirk tugged on his lips, hands shoved into his pockets.
The desire to feel him flooded my soul, my panties warming between my thighs, prickles ran across my neck. He looked so hot in his tight blue shirt, fabric spread across his chest. The outline of his hard, rippled stomach flexing beneath.
“Cadence, look who came to visit.” The devilish tone filled my body. My father had his tricks, he doesn't do anything without an underlying motive.
Pursing my lips, I said, “What are you doing here?” Both hands gripped the edge of the bar squeezing tightly.
Quinn shot me a crooked glance. “What? I can't come and visit?”
“You know what I mean. Are you under contract now?”
I didn't want him here, didn't want him to fight for my father. He would be under my dad's control, his force would be owned.
And for me, his hands would never grace my skin again.
Not a single chance of having him to myself, it wasn't allowed.
A rule that I needed to follow, needed to obey.
My father cut in. “Whoa, Cadence. I invited him to come and watch. He has potential, and we both know that.” He lifted his hand and patted Quinn's shoulder. “Quinn, watch some fights, think about what I said. I'll find you later. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a ring to run.” Pulling a cigar from his pocket, he lit the end, strolling off.
I stared at Quinn, anger and rage filled my gut. I wanted him for myself, needed him just for me.
It pained me to think he wanted to be here, wanted to see what this place was all about. If he didn't, he wouldn't have accepted my father's invitation.
“So, you're thinking about fighting?” I said, hands resting against my hips.
“I didn't say that,” He said. His eyes ran over my body, watching my breasts as they rose from the heat of my lungs.
“Then what did you come here for?” My arms pulled up, trying to cover my chest. The effort was fruitless, it only pushed them higher, bare flesh spilled out. His eyes remained firm, hand dropping to shift his cock.
I wanted him to bend me over the bar, fuck me till I couldn't feel my legs. My skin heated from head to toe, while ice cold sweat hardened my veins.
Quinn's tongue ran across his bottom lip. “You weren't in the bar when I left the meeting. Which by the way, thanks for the heads up it wasn't for a thank you.” Wrinkles formed across his forehead, clicking his tongue.
“Sorry, my dad-”
“No, I get it. Don't worry.” His fingertips came up and slid down his jaw.
“Are you going to consider my dad's offer?” Worry flooded my expression. Brows turned up, lips thin and tight.
“Well, it got me next to you again. That in itself is a bonus to me.”
“No. No, don't
My father stepped off his throne, made his way through the mass. Approaching the man, he held his hand held out in gesture.
Was he a new bidder? A guy with deep pockets ready to drop thousands in bets?
The two walked side by side. My father's hands motioned as he spoke, pointing around the ring towards the fighters.
Reaching the bright lights of the circle, my heart stopped, breathing slowed to a mere gasp.
It was Quinn.
No! Fuck! Fuck! What the hell is he thinking? He shouldn't be here, this place will eat him alive. Kill him over and over without mercy.
The glass in my hand slipped out, my grip loosened and it shattered against the floor. I couldn't move, couldn't think. My stomach spun with butterflies and acid. Wanting to see him again, laying my eyes on his face, was exciting.
Seeing him here, talking with my father, made me sick.
My dad's face turned my way, eyes smiling the most deceptive stare. The grin he held across his cheeks was false and unwelcoming.
My surprise, this was my surprise? Mother fucker!
Pushing their way through the crowd, Quinn held his expression on me. A slight smirk tugged on his lips, hands shoved into his pockets.
The desire to feel him flooded my soul, my panties warming between my thighs, prickles ran across my neck. He looked so hot in his tight blue shirt, fabric spread across his chest. The outline of his hard, rippled stomach flexing beneath.
“Cadence, look who came to visit.” The devilish tone filled my body. My father had his tricks, he doesn't do anything without an underlying motive.
Pursing my lips, I said, “What are you doing here?” Both hands gripped the edge of the bar squeezing tightly.
Quinn shot me a crooked glance. “What? I can't come and visit?”
“You know what I mean. Are you under contract now?”
I didn't want him here, didn't want him to fight for my father. He would be under my dad's control, his force would be owned.
And for me, his hands would never grace my skin again.
Not a single chance of having him to myself, it wasn't allowed.
A rule that I needed to follow, needed to obey.
My father cut in. “Whoa, Cadence. I invited him to come and watch. He has potential, and we both know that.” He lifted his hand and patted Quinn's shoulder. “Quinn, watch some fights, think about what I said. I'll find you later. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a ring to run.” Pulling a cigar from his pocket, he lit the end, strolling off.
I stared at Quinn, anger and rage filled my gut. I wanted him for myself, needed him just for me.
It pained me to think he wanted to be here, wanted to see what this place was all about. If he didn't, he wouldn't have accepted my father's invitation.
“So, you're thinking about fighting?” I said, hands resting against my hips.
“I didn't say that,” He said. His eyes ran over my body, watching my breasts as they rose from the heat of my lungs.
“Then what did you come here for?” My arms pulled up, trying to cover my chest. The effort was fruitless, it only pushed them higher, bare flesh spilled out. His eyes remained firm, hand dropping to shift his cock.
I wanted him to bend me over the bar, fuck me till I couldn't feel my legs. My skin heated from head to toe, while ice cold sweat hardened my veins.
Quinn's tongue ran across his bottom lip. “You weren't in the bar when I left the meeting. Which by the way, thanks for the heads up it wasn't for a thank you.” Wrinkles formed across his forehead, clicking his tongue.
“Sorry, my dad-”
“No, I get it. Don't worry.” His fingertips came up and slid down his jaw.
“Are you going to consider my dad's offer?” Worry flooded my expression. Brows turned up, lips thin and tight.
“Well, it got me next to you again. That in itself is a bonus to me.”
“No. No, don't
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