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Chapter 30

Ari

“ B ones is getting weighed and prepped for the fight. I’m going to go find the promoters and then him,” Frankie said as he got up to leave the waiting room we had been assigned.

“I’ll go with you.”

He shook his head. “Stay. This place is a fucking viper’s den. I’d feel better if you remain in the room.”

I took in the worn-out furniture and faded posters on the walls in this small space. It was a stark contrast to the glitz and glamour of what a typical green room would be at a higher-class venue, but we really couldn’t be choosy at this point.

Frankie regarded me, his expression stern. I knew that look; it was the one he got right before he unleashed a torrent of words. I didn’t want to hear it.

I got up from my seat, my mind made up. “I’m not staying here.”

“You are, and this is the last time we’re doing low-rent dumps like this,” Frankie declared, walking from one side of the room to the next. “I mean it, Ari.”

“They all can’t be like Heathens Hollow. We need to take all the venues we can.”

“Fuck that. I’m over places like this. We’re above this. And after Bones dominates in Heathens Hollow, everyone’s going to know it.”

He was getting fired up, which never led to anything good. Frankie needed the flames inside to be extinguished, and luckily, I knew how to do it.

A distraction.

“You’re sexy when you get like this,” I said.

“Ari,” he warned.

“What? It’s true.”

I yanked him back toward me, pulling him in for a deep, erotic kiss, nipping at his bottom lip. I knew him well, inside and out, and I still wanted him. Even the darker sides that laced all the good. I understood his mistakes. I got where he was coming from, and I still wanted to be with him. None of that bothered me at all. When it came to Smiley’s and business, he’d grown, matured, and all I really cared about was the man Frankie was today.

Rage and fiery temper and all.

But when it came to me, and my body… I wanted the man with the dark edges. I wanted the devil inside of him to emerge. I craved his black and wanted him to soil my white.

After only a few moments, he began to trail his fingers down my body, tracing over my curves as if they were the most desirable things on the whole damn planet. My mind became consumed with desire, dizzy with lust, and I could sense my brain switching off. My body craved feeling only the sensations that he caused to rush through my heated core.

As the bolts of lust raced right down to my throbbing pussy, I grabbed onto him in a sex-crazed desperation, running my hands over those amazing abs of his. Although I had spent my life surrounded by athletes, and I’d always lusted after them, I’d never realized quite how turned on a sculpted body would make me when I simply touched its rippled perfection. It was making me wild and animalistic. It drew another side out of me, one that I hadn’t realized was there until Frankie came into my life.

Unexpectedly, the silky material of my top brushed my hypersensitive skin, causing a small moan to gasp past my lips as he bared my torso.

Everything Frankie did to me sent me to new levels. It was almost like he could do no wrong, and the appreciative look that he gave me when my bra fell away from my body had mypussy throbbing.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured as he tugged and teased my nipples between his fingers. “Even when you infuriate me.”

He moaned loudly and pressed his thick erection, still constrained by his pants, up against my leg, making me even more aroused by the reminder of how full his cock made me.

Even though Frankie was overprotective, borderline obsessive when it came to me, he managed to always make me feel like a woman—a woman with needs and sinful desires. He made me feel no shame being that woman.

“Tell me what you want,” he growled.

“You,” I whispered. “I want you to…” The memories of him choking me, fucking me, and spreading my pussy so wide that I could feel him the next day flooded in.

I wanted the bite of pain again. I wanted his burning touch.

“Tell me,” he commanded deeply.

“I want you to hurt me. Punish me because I?—”

Who was this person I had become? I couldn’t believe these words were coming from my mouth. Would he think less of me for saying what I wanted? Would he question my sanity when he dipped his hand beneath my panties and felt how wet the mere thought of him being rough with me had made me?

“Have you been a bad, bad girl? Do you need Daddy to spank your ass and make your pussy sting again? I saw how Lotto took that belt to you. You liked it? Did you, baby girl?” Frankie whispered into my ear, which had me giggling with excitement.

I nodded coyly.

He wrapped his arms tightly around me, picked me up and carried me to a wooden table as if I weighed nothing. He sat me down, my hot back pressed against the cool wall.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped loudly, enjoying the shocking combination of sensations.

He pulled me closer to his chest until he was positioned between my legs then kissed me harder and more passionately than I had breath in my body to handle.

Gasping, I dug my nails into his strong, muscular shoulders as he moved his hands tantalizingly closer to where I was aching desperately, pulsating, frantic for him. My wet, hot desire throbbed in my soaked panties, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could cope with him standing there.

I needed him now.

I wanted him to slam into me.

To just take me. I wanted it all.

Hard, soft, hard, soft, but hard seemed to overrule in the end.

Frankie placed his palms on my thighs, which sent butterflies flapping all over my body, causing my stomach to twist up in knots of passion. The feelings I had for this man were like nothing else. I loved every damn second of experiencing them, but he was too near to me now. Too close to not be doing more and it caused my breath to come out ragged, almost painfully so.

I lolled my head to one side as he claimed my neck and my collarbone with his mouth. I was so frustrated I could scream, but at the same time I was simply enjoying how he was making me feel.

“Oh, fucking hell.” I groaned loudly, unable to keep it all inside anymore. I was usually much quieter during sex. I was usually too shy to really express how I felt or what I wanted. But with Frankie, I was learning to be different. I felt freer. I could be more of myself. “Frankie… Please don’t make me beg.”

The mention of his name was enough to have him sliding my panties to one side and pushing a finger inside my pussy, much to my relief. He was exploring my inner walls, really massaging me and feeling for that spot that would send me flying. Giving me a little taste of what I was so desperate for, he pressed expertly inside, and I screamed out in desire.

“Oh my God,” I panted, allowing myself to simply become consumed by him as he finger-fucked my hole.

He slipped in another finger, and another, until I was completely powerless. I usually liked being in control, of having the power over the situation, but I was willing to hand that over to Frankie because he all but possessed me.

Without asking, without easing his way, and without an ounce of softness, he pulled out one of his fingers from my wet pussy and thrust it inside my asshole. The biting intrusion had me crying out and tensing in his arms.

“A bad, bad girl gets her ass fucked,” he said, as he pushed his finger deeper inside. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” I squealed as I clung to his back while he nibbled my neck, never letting up on his thrusting.

He had fingers in my pussy, and a finger in my ass, and I could barely comprehend the sensations rushing through me—pain and pleasure blending to a point of drugging my mind and body with the need for more.

“Good.”

Just as I settled into the pattern of what he was doing to my body, he pulled away. He removed my underwear as he went, leaving me cold and totally exposed for him. My first instinct was to yell at him, to get him back inside of me in one way or another, but then another idea overcame me. I wanted to give Frankie some of the pleasure he gave me the last time we were together. As I bit down painfully on my lip, I knew exactly what I wanted next.

I jumped down, pushing him backward until his body fell back onto the couch behind him. Once I’d ripped his shirt completely off, I knew I would taste his body before the night was over.

“What are you doing?” He smiled at me, clearly liking the switch in power. The happiness in his eyes only grew more intense as I took a moment to became completely naked before dropping to my knees in front of him. “Ari,” he moaned as his head fell back in sheer ecstasy.

As I slid down his pants, I watched him grip onto the couch material beneath him. There was an intense tremor within him, one that meant he was completely under my control, and that sent a swirling passion through my veins.

I ran my fingers over him again for a few moments, enjoying the way that he squeezed his eyes shut in joy. Then, to let him really see where I was going with my seduction, I ran light kisses all over his cock, covering every square inch.

The mere feeling of my breath and my lips upon him, seemed to drive him wild, so by the time I wrapped my lips around him and took him back in my throat, while flicking my tongue all over him, I could sense he was about to lose control.

Precum coated my tongue, and I purred against his hardened dick, enjoying the musky scent and taste of this man.

He tugged on my arms, so I allowed him to simply grab me and pull me onto his lap where we could start kissing once more. His mouth was all over mine, and his cock teased my entrance, making me hotter by the second.

I needed him. I needed him right now, and the guttural groan that burst from my chest seemed to tell him that.

After what felt like forever, Frankie made his move and thrust hard into me, causing me to wrap my arms even tighter around his neck, clinging on for dear life.

As he moved inside of me, hitting all of the right spots, I felt like I was floating and out of control. My body trembled, flooding with desire, and those intense waves were already starting to crash over me, sending me straight into the abyss of sheer joy.

“Oh fuck,” I cried out. “Oh my God.”

With that, Frankie picked me up and threw me onto the couch where he could thrust more powerfully within me. I grabbed onto him. He ran his hands everywhere, all over me, and it wasn’t long until I was fully shuddering, bucking, screaming out as I released.

Almost at the same instant, Frankie lost himself to the sensations, too. At that moment, as his face was contorted with pleasure, I saw his real, true, vulnerable side, and that made a rush of even more intense feelings emerge for this man.

As we lay next to one another on the piece-of-shit couch, panting happily, our limbs intertwined, I was tempted to tell him I was going with him to meet the promoters whether he liked it or not.

But post-orgasm, I was weak.

The mighty Freakshow had defeated his opponent.

But I’d demand a rematch.