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CHAPTER 070: He’s Losing
CHAPTER 070: He’s Losing
My breath comes out shaky. I force myself to glance at the phone in my hand. The site looks like it was built in the shadows–dark background, bold red names, icons flashing like they’re breathing. The two fighters are listed with codenames: Red Reaper and Goliath. Beneath their names, odds glow in bright numbers–Red Reaper: -180, Goliath: +220. The slimmer man, Reaper, has better odds. A favorite. Fast. Deadly. And it’s the bulkier one, Goliath–who looks like he could crush a skull with one swing–that is surprisingly the underdog. Next to their names, there’s a pulsing red button that says PLACE BET-$100,000.
Knox is betting a hundred grand?
What the hell?
It should be simple. Just one or two taps and I’ll be done with placing my bet. But Knox is still touching me. His thumbs tease the tight peaks of my nipples, and I squirm in his lap, trying to keep the phone steady as my body trembles. I swipe clumsily between the fighter bios–not that it matters. I’m supposed to be picking the right fighter, making sure his hundred grand doesn’t burn–but Knox’s hands are dragging my focus everywhere but the screen.
My body is arching, greedy for more.
His mouth presses heat into the skin just below my ear, and I can’t think anymore. I just act.
My finger taps Goliath–the thicker of the two men in the ring–just as his image flashes again. A second later, the screen blinks.
Bet placed.
Knox just gambled away six figures. Rich people are weird.
I would comment on that any other day, but right now, my core is pulsing with a need I don’t know how to contain.
“You picked the fighter that’s more likely to lose,” he says.
“Did I? I didn’t notice. Must be because someone wouldn’t keep their hands to themselves while I placed my bet.”
He laughs and squeezes my breasts a little firmer. “You need to see yourself through my eyes, Bunny. You wouldn’t keep your hands off you either. That body…” His voice dips, and then he kisses my left shoulder. “So beautiful. So damn soft. Comes with a few psycho issues too. What could be more tempting?”
I roll my eyes, but the warmth climbing up my face betrays me. I’m blushing. Damn it.
I toss his phone onto the couch beside us and turn to face him. His gaze is fixed on me–dark, amused, and full of that quiet arrogance that somehow manages to thrill and irritate me all at once.
“You sweet–talk like a player,” I say, narrowing my eyes.
“You’re smiling. Means I’ve successfully played you, baby.”
That grin. That smug, sin–soaked grin. I should slap it off him.
Instead, I lean in.
My fingers find his jaw, tracing the edge. I press a soft kiss to his mouth–barely there, just a tease. His lips part, inviting more, but I pull back an inch. Just enough to hear the small growl in his throat. Then I dive back in.
This time, the kiss isn’t soft. It’s rough. Heated. My hands slide into his hair as his arm comes around my waist, dragging me flush against him. Our mouths crash and clash, tongues tangling in a rhythm that’s fast becoming a habit–like we’re trying to consume each other. Breathless and greedy.
His teeth nip at my lower lip. I bite back. He groans into my mouth, and I feel it all the way down my spine.
I’m not sure who breaks first–but by the time we part, we’re both breathing like we ran a marathon.
“You’re beautiful too, Knox,” I whisper against his lips.
He smirks, voice gravel–soft. “Now who’s the player?”
We can have this fight much later. I need him inside me right now.
I untangle myself from him and stand, placing my back against the covered part of the booth. I know Knox said the glass in front is a one–way glass, but it doesn’t mean I can’t be self–conscious about planting my bare ass against it.
I push my dress down my body. It pools around my ankles. My panties are already at my knees, barely clinging. I step out
Knox’s phone and my purse. of them and bend to pick everything up, tossing them onto the torch be
Successfully unlocked!
Knox’s jaw tightens. His bottom lip gets caught between his teeth as bicole roams over every inch of me. I can feel those eyes trailing from my eyes down to my mouth, my bare shoulders, the swell of my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. Slowly, he brings his hands to his pants, unzipping, pushing them down just enough.
His cock springs free.
CHAPTER 070: He’s Losing
It always stuns me–how lovely it is. Long, thick, veined, with that silver piercing at the tip that catches the low light. My mouth waters.
“Come on,” he says, his voice low, hoarse. “I know you’re hungry for it. Come sit on my dick.”
I rush to him, climb into his lap, and straddle him face–to–face. But he shakes his head.
“Other way, Bunny. I want you to watch the fight.”
Oh, right. We’re actually at a boxing ring and should be watching. I almost forgot.
I adjust myself, turning around to face the glass, trying not to focus on the crowd and their noise. Then I rise into a crouching position and reach for Knox’s length, positioning myself over him.
Before I sink down, though, I find myself admiring the wet tip of his dick.
I circle it with my fingers, spreading the moisture.
He groans behind me, both hands gripping my waist.
The sound makes me bolder.
I rub the head of his dick against my center, particularly the pierced part, pressing it against my clit again and again. My hips move in small, controlled circles, dragging the pressure out as I moan softly. That piercing feels so good rubbing against me.
Knox’s breathing gets as uneven as mine as he rocks upward to assist. “Fuck, Sloane,” he says. “That’s so hot.”
One of his hands comes up, cupping my throat from the front and tilting my head to the side. At this angle, he gets a good view of his dick moving against me.
“Just like that, Bunny,” he murmurs. “Rub yourself all over my cock.”
His free hand slides up to my chest. He finds a nipple and rolls it between his fingers.
I whimper.
Outside, the bell rings, signalling the beginning of the fight.
The crowd explodes.
But I can barely hear them. All I care about is Knox–his fingers, his length moving against me. I need to ease the deep, aching throb coming from between my legs, where I’m already wet and dripping right onto his lap.
“Your body’s begging for my dick, isn’t it?” he says.
“Yes,” I breathe.
His hand leaves my nipple and trails down my stomach, teasing its way lower. When it reaches where I’m still holding him, he gently nudges my hand aside. Then, without hesitation, he pushes three fingers deep inside me–filling me so suddenly I cry out.
The sound is loud, uncontrolled, but the roar of the crowd swallows it whole.
His fingers start with a slow rhythm–just enough to make my eyes water. Then he pushes in deeper, his movements becoming wilder. He knows what he’s doing. Knows exactly where to reach. His fingers curve just right, and when they press into that spot–that maddening, perfect place deep inside me–my entire body tenses, thighs clenching around his hand as my brain rings.
“Oh, yes,” I moan.
“God, you’re so wet. Anyone who sees you this needy will think I have been starving you.”
“Please…” I say.
“What do you want, sweet girl?”
“You.”
“How badly?”
“I’m dying here, Knox.”
He pulls his fingers out of me and slaps them against my clit a number of times.
My hips jolt. A startled moan breaks from my lips.
I feel myself getting wetter.
He doesn’t make me wait long. He lifts me by the waist and drives himself into me in one brutal, perfect stroke, filling me so deeply that I lose air. My scream rips out before I can swallow it.
“Don’t close your eyes, Bunny,” Knox growls behind me. “Eyes on the fight. Watch them beat the hell out of each other while I fuck you.
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My eyes fly open, wild and dazed. The world slams back into focus.
The ring. The crowd. The shouting. The fighters.
He pounds up into me again and again, hard and unforgiving. I match him–rocking back, meeting every thrust with one of my own. My palms press against the side wall, the cold surface grounding me even as my body tingles all over.
Below us, chaos erupts.
Goliath–my pick–takes a hit. Then another. His jaw snaps sideways, and blood spills from his mouth. The Red Reaper’s fists are fast, landing one blow after another.
“He’s losing,” I say.
“Who?”
“Goliath, my victor.”
Knox laughs darkly, obviously enjoying my concern.
I can see the entire crowd, at least five hundred people, and even though I know they can’t see me, the idea of it–being fucked so thoroughly in front of them–sends a strange jolt through me.
“You like the view, don’t you?” he says, slamming into me.
“Maybe.”
“Oh, you better like it. Because the only way you’re cumming is if your fighter wins.”
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