Page 39 of Pretty Lies (Watch Me Burn #1)

“I heard you the first time! Move so I can fight!” I growled, earning a dirty look from him as he shoved me firmly, almost making me land on my ass.

“In this fucking cage, you’re my puppet and I pull the strings.

If you keep talking shit to me, I’m going to punch you in the mouth.

This is my domain, Aurora, and all eyes are on us right now.

If you want to get your rocks off with me a while longer, then you shut up and do as you’re told. ”

“You want to go against me, big man?” I asked, not surprised when he rolled his eyes.

“You don’t want that, trust me. I’ll beat that pussy up when we get home though, so you remember who’s in charge.

” He turned and nodded at the male fighter before leaving the ring, and it was tempting to flip Skeeter off, but I knew he was at the end of his tether with me today.

I didn’t particularly want to test him and see if he’d smack me or not.

The fighter seemed irritated as I dodged a lot of his hits, but he got cocky when he landed one on my already blackening eye, and a solid one to my lip. I tasted the blood and smirked through the pain, then I surprised him with two fist jabs and a crack with my elbow to the side of his head.

“You’re nothing but a crew slut,” he spat, circling me as I waited for him to make a move. “You’re only good for sucking dick. You must be good if Skeet likes it enough for seconds.”

“Ouch, dude. That really hurt my feelings,” I said dryly, keeping my fists up in front of my face.

He jabbed me in the ribs and got a kick to my head, but after I headbutted his nose and managed to get him on the ground, I laid into him until he was out, giving him one last punch out of spite.

“And I think you can suck my dick instead, asshole.”

I hated guys who thought women were only good for sex. We were just as powerful and strong as men, if not more. All we had to do was show some skin and they fell over their feet for us because of their simple mindset.

It was amusing that they thought they were the ones in power.

I scrambled off him and walked towards the gate as people whistled and cheered, Skeeter grinning at me with admiration. I had no idea where the rich pricks had gone, but they were thankfully not by the gate anymore.

“Nice, babe. You have no idea the kind of money you just raked in.”

“I’ll have an idea when you pay me,” I smiled sweetly, making him snort.

“Head into the office and get cleaned up. I’ll be in soon.”

To fuck me, I hoped.

My body was burning for a release thanks to the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

I did as I was told, fist-bumping a few people on my way through as they parted for me, and once I was shut in the office, I sat at Skeeter’s desk and lit a cigarette, thankful when Diesel delivered a bottle of whiskey to me with a grin on his face.

“Good fighting, Donovan.”

“Thanks. Is bossman happy with me?” I chuckled as I took the bottle and had a quick swig, the liquid burning the cut on my lip.

“Happy enough that I think he might keep you alive one more day,” he teased. “Make sure you ice your face.”

“Yes, Mom,” I singsonged, earning the middle finger from him on his way out the door.

Skeeter wandered in a few minutes later, lifting me to drop my ass on his desk so he could stand between my legs to inspect me. He always checked my damage.

“How sore are you?” His fingers trailed across my bruised skin gently, and I tried to ignore the sharp pain as he pressed a little harder along my ribs.

“Can’t really feel it,” I mumbled, earning a grin from him as he raised his hand to my head, feeling for bumps.

“Liar. You’ve got broken ribs, not to mention your face is bruised and bleeding.” He took my hands in his, inspecting them. “Your knuckles are ripped to shit too.”

“I don’t give a fuck, I need it,” I said flatly, and he tugged me forward, shoving a hand down the front of my shorts to jam two fingers inside me without warning.

I heard the click of his pocket knife, and between being impatient and the adrenaline rush still flowing through me, I was nearly bouncing on the fucking desk.

He knew how to make me want him without a whole lot of effort.

He ran the blunt end of the blade down my chest before moving it up to the base of my throat, speaking sternly in my ear as he stilled the fingers in my pussy that was now soaking wet.

“If you ever argue with me in my fucking cage like that again, I’ll slit your throat, Donovan.

My guys can’t think I’m weakened by the girl I’m fucking, or I start to lose my respect.

I don’t want to hurt you, I’d hate to ruin that pretty face, but don’t think for a second that I won’t think twice about it if I have to. Don’t question my decisions.”

“Can I still tell you what to do to me in bed?” I asked lightly, and he smirked as he pushed his fingers in and out of me again without moving the blade. It was a new kind of rush, one that I wanted to push a little.

“You can tell me how to fuck you as much as you like, but I already know how to turn you to jelly, so I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you. Lay back for me.”

He pulled my shorts down my legs as I did as he asked, anticipation racing through me as he pulled my panties to the side and rubbed his length through my juices.

He growled in approval as I opened my legs wider, his knife dropping to the desk beside me as his fingers wrapped around my throat instead.

I guess we weren’t playing with the knife today.

He fucked me hard and fast, not caring if anyone heard us as he rode me so hard I screamed.

He let me come twice before he finished inside me, my fingernails digging into his skin as we caught our breaths.

“God, I love your pussy,” he groaned against my neck before giving me a hickey, his hands roaming my sweaty skin and making me wince as he reached my ribs. They were on fire now, and he lifted his eyes to mine, scowling at me. “I warned you they were broken.”

“I wasn’t done kissing you,” I huffed as I slid a hand around the back of his neck to tug him back down, making him chuckle as he humored me.

“Can you two fuck elsewhere?” Slash grumbled as he walked in, shutting the door behind him and making his way to his desk. “You wanted to run fight night, so get back out there. You can play with her cunt when you get home.”

“Noted,” Skeeter scowled, leaning back to pull out of me, his cum flooding my panties and making me wrinkle my nose. It felt like a lot, and from the predatory look Slash was currently giving my crotch, I’d say there was a large wet patch forming.

Once I was on my feet and Slash’s eyes were off me, Skeeter handed me my shorts and pulled my shirt out of nowhere, offering it to me with his eyes on my ribs.

“You need to consider taking some time off or your ribs won’t heal.”

Slash groaned, giving him a glare. “Don’t tell her that! Do you know how much money she brought in tonight? If we can convince the other guys to fight her?—”

“She only fights guys I approve of, and I won’t keep letting her fight if she’s not healing,” Skeeter snapped. “She might be a good money-maker, but she’s my property, Slash. Don’t fuck with that.”

“Uh, I’m not property, asshole,” I exclaimed, but they ignored me, continuing their argument as if I wasn’t here.

“And I’m your boss, so do as you’re told.

If I tell your girl to get on her knees and blow me, you’ll make her.

If I want to tear her ass in half, you’ll make her bend the fuck over.

You’ll even fucking thank me for it because it’s obvious she needs an attitude adjustment,” Slash warned, discomfort rolling through me at the thought.

Would Skeeter let him touch me even if I didn’t want it?

“Don’t push it,” Skeeter said in a low voice, steering me towards the door. “She only gets on her knees for you if she wants to. You know I don’t put up with that shit, and neither do you. The fuck is wrong with you?”

“I have a feeling I wouldn’t have to force her,” Slash said gruffly, assessing me. “Donovan?” I expected something crude to come out of his mouth, but he lit a cigarette and gave me a nod as he pulled a wad of cash from nowhere. “You did good tonight.”

I caught it as he tossed it towards me, and I raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t even have to lick your balls to get my money. How pleasantly unexpected.”

“If you want to put your mouth on my nuts, I won’t stop you.”

“I’d bite them off.”

“I’d come, then carve your heart from your chest and fuck you with it,” he deadpanned, and Skeeter rolled his eyes.

“You two have the most fucked up foreplay. C’mon, baby girl.

You need to ice those ribs if you want to fight next week.

” I didn’t comment about the foreplay, but Slash gave me a wink.

He wasn’t an ugly guy, he was honestly annoyingly attractive, but he wrecked it every time he opened his stupid mouth.

He gave me whiplash too. Did he like me or hate me? I honestly couldn’t tell.

Skeeter forced me to sit with Mule while we iced our injuries, not letting me out of his sight until he’d decided it was okay for me to leave.

“Go straight home and call me if you run into trouble. I have the guys’ fights to manage, but then I’ll be home. Get Diesel to walk you to the car.”

“Diesel’s sick of me,” I whined, his eyes narrowing.

“Trust me, he likes you. He doesn’t make a habit of talking to the girls around here, but he respects you.

If you ask him to walk you to your car, he won’t say no.

Believe it or not, but he’s the biggest softie on the planet.

” He kissed me, giving me a firm look as he stepped back and handed me the keys and my phone.

“Text me when you get home, and lock the door behind you.

The Psychos have a lot of enemies, and it's been quiet lately. Too fucking quiet.”

“I promise,” I nodded, walking with Mule towards the bar to find Diesel. “Hey, do you have time to walk me?—”