Page 49 of Falling for A Lie
“You ready for this, Tiny Tim?”Hen asks looking at me with a half-cocked smile, and all I do is nod in return. The three of us walk ringside and watch as my opponent climbs into the ring. He’s a big dude, maybe even bigger than Cerv, and I just know this is about to be one of the roughest fights of my life.
Instead of answering, I climb into the ring, bouncing on the balls of my feet to get the blood flowing and ready to be spilled across the stained mat of the ring. The referee introduces us, the crowd roaring our names as we circle each other. I let my opponent strike first, his fist flying through the air at my stomach that’s easy enough to dodge.
Letting them hit first may make me look weak to others, but it helps me get a feel for their fighting style, and it’s obvious to me after one swing that this guy may be big and full of muscle, but he’s slow.
I continue to dodge him, tiring him out as he continues to advance. Movement to my left catches my eye and causes me to look over, watching as the Nightingale moves to stand beside the guys, her bodyguards flanking her sides. The momentary distraction costs me, though, and I fall to the mat as a hit to my side has me falling straight on my face.
I groan, slowly opening my eyes as Caden runs to the side of the ring, “Baby, get up. Please get up!”
I hear footsteps approaching and quickly turn over, throwing my legs under me as I jump up to find my opponent smirking directly in front of me. “Yeah, fag, get up and fight like a real man. Or do I need to bring your little boyfriend in here and show him what a real man is?” Red instantly clouds my vision and I immediately rush toward him, no thought on my mind but the utter destruction of yet another person who berates me for loving who I love. My fists fly, punching anything that comes too close. I feel blood flying, hitting my face and splattering onto my arms as my vision goes completely red.
“Rad! Radley, stop!”I hear my name being called from the sidelines but I can’t tell who’s yelling it. I feel hands on my shoulders, pulling me back. I try to fight back but before I do,I see Caden’s face pop into my field of vision, his hands on my chest pushing me backward and away from my opponent.
“You did it, Rad. You did it. You won.”
I look around his body to look at my opponent lying on the mat, his neck at a weird angle, and his face beat so bad I can’t even recognize the man he was before. “Oh God…did I do that?”
Caden doesn’t answer me; instead, he pulls me up and out of the ring, my arm around his shoulders, and walks me back to my room. I hear the referee announce me as the winner, but the cheers for me aren’t as loud as before.
“I just blacked out, Cade.”
He walks me into my room and closes the door behind us. I hear the lock slide into place as I turn to look at him, my eyes filled with unshed tears as the weight of what just happened hits me all at once.
“I’m just like him, Cade. I’m just like my father. I blacked out.”
Cade wraps his arms around me, shaking his head as he does. “You’re nothing like him, Rad. You’re good. I heard what that man said to you and you can’t help that it’s a trigger.”
I don’t say anything, trying to pull myself together instead of falling apart like I know I want to right now.
“You haven’t let me fall into myself this past week and I won’t let you do it either.”
I move my head back, my eyes meeting his. “Then make me forget. Make me feel something other than guilt. Get me out of my head.” I whisper the last part, the anger and hurt filling me.
Caden doesn’t need any more words, though, and neither do I. He picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he walks us to the wall and slams my body back. I feel the body-length mirror behind me shatter as pieces fall to the floor and for some reason that sound alone has me ready for anything Cade is willing to give.
Clothes come off, ripped and shredded to pieces as Cade and I give in to the urge, impatient to feel each other. His lips meet mine in a show of passion and claiming, teeth nipping at my lips as he forces my mouth open to accept his tongue. My hands slide down his chest, nails ripping at his skin as he ravages my mouth, and our breath mingles as we fall to the floor, right in the middle of the broken glass.
Wincing as shards slice into me, but Caden just smiles. He knows I like the pain as much as he does.
I watch as he reaches down to my back, sliding his hands through the blood pooling beneath me from the dozens of glass shards sticking into my flesh. He collects the blood on his fingers before reaching down to slide his hand up and down his cock, stroking it and covering it in my blood.
I groan at the sight, reaching down to cover his hand with my own as we stroke his cock together.
“I’m not going to be gentle, Rad. I’m going to fuck you with your blood covering my cock as your back gets ripped to shreds, and I know you’ll still moan as I do. You’re my dirty little whore, Radley.”
I tighten my grasp around his cock, bringing it to my ass. “Then do it, Cade. Fuck me. Make me forget how violently you love me.”
He reaches behind me again, gathering more of my blood to use as lube. He spreads it around my ass before adding more to his cock as he slides inside of me. I moan at the intrusion and gasp as he begins to thrust, the broken mirror digging into my back just like he said it would.
“Fuck, Cade.” I reach up to grab at him, but his hands find mine as he laces our fingers together and slams my hands down beside my head, pinning me down beneath him.
He continues to ravish me, his groans mixing with mine as he slams into me harder and harder each time. Thoughts of the fight no longer fill my brain as Cade does exactly what I asked of him and makes me forget. All I can think about now is how he looks as he slams into me, my dark angel, covered in blood as he forces me to bend to his will.
One of his hands releases mine as he reaches beside me, picking up a larger piece of glass and bringing it to my chest. I don’t say anything as he digs it into my skin, instead moaning at the intense pain mixing with the pleasure. Him fucking mewhile carving into my skin is a new high I didn’t even know I needed.
But he did. He always knows exactly what I need.
He throws the bloodied glass back down to the floor, picking up speed as I feel my orgasm building.