by V Domino
Silver pulls off the rest of her dress and heels just as I kick off my jeans. Being the MMA fighter that she is, she grabs my arm and pulls me down to the mattress beside her.
“My turn, handsome.” She climbs on top of me as I fold my hands behind my head. I'll let her hold the reins for a moment if it makes her happy. She lines me up and drops down, moaning as she grinds down hard. I can't sit still, I grip her hips and try to pound her from below but she brings her knees up with her feet flat on the mattress in a low squat position and, fuck me, she starts bouncing. The angle digs deeply and is something I've never felt or seen before. I watch her breasts bouncing as she uses a mass amount of leg power. If she keeps this glorious position going I'm going to blow so fast and that won’t do.
I pull both of her ankles up by my head, making her sit on me before flipping us over. With her calves by my head I begin to pound her as I thumb her clit and palm her breast. Her face is otherworldly with it's beauty. Her lips are swollen and her makeup is slightly smeared while her hair is in disarray but she's never looked more beautiful than in this moment. Her pouty lips are open, forming an o and as her climax grips my swelling shaft I slip my fingers into her mouth. She sucks on them and swirls her tongue around them before biting down hard enough to draw blood, I'm sure.
“Neviah...” I was right, her name is like a gasp. Perfect.
Sparks start in my spine just as she lets my fingers go and touches herself, making her pleasure last and allowing me to pull out. I see black spots dance in my vision as I jerk myself over her and shoot rope after rope of release over her pussy and stomach.
“Oh, fuck.” Our chests heave as I walk over to the restroom to get a wet rag. Silver is still lying on the bed breathing heavily as I sit next to her and clean her up. New and strong feelings are rushing through me making me feel more than I've ever felt before. Silver places her hand on top of mine.
“Don't think too hard, Twitch.” Before laying a kiss on my cheek and walking to the bathroom, throwing me a wink before disappearing behind the wall.
This girl is perfect. I know I've said it before but I can't get enough of her. My cock jerks when I hear the shower turn on. Little Twitch is ready for round two with our girl.
Our girl. Yeah, I'm fucked.
I'm sitting in my office at Barbarity staring at my security footage watching four people tear up my domain. I’ve watched this more times than I can count but I still can't see their faces due to the ski masks they're wearing but mark my words, I will find out who did this. They broke all the windows in the front of the building and trashed my halls and VIP section. I have the Tanner cleaning crew here cleaning the place up but no matter how spotless they get it, I'll always see the violation that's been done.
The culprits weren't able to get into the arena nor my office but everywhere else is completely destroyed. The framed photos of legendary fighters, some signed and some dating as far back as the 1920's, are all broken and thrown everywhere. The plants and other decor have been broken as well. Dirt and trash litter the floors and walls, hell even the damn restrooms. With this mess, I don't even know if anything has been stolen. This is one of the most degrading things ever done to me. It’s right up there with the fuckboy I lost my virginity to and my ex boyfriend who thought it was okay to put his hands on me.
“I want night guards from now on. Gino, you'll be in charge of them so I want you to personally vet each guard and set everything up. I want a list of names when you're done.”
“Yeah, boss,” Gino says before opening the door and jumping to the side when Jefa comes barreling through with Johnny and Twitch on her heels.
My lady bits sing at the sight of Twitch who is on high alert and only relaxing when his burning eyes land on me, checking me over.
“What the hell happened here?” Jefa asks looking around at the guards who all visibly shrink under her pissed off gaze. They may not be cartel guards but they know the Blanca reputation well and they're not looking to be on the wrong side of that anytime soon.
I stand from my seat and point to the footage still playing on my computer screen before making my way out of the office to give Jefa a moment to watch the shitshow replay. I step into the hall with Twitch who lifts my chin up to look in my eyes.
My stomach fills with a barrage of butterflies as my core tightens at the softness of his gaze. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I'm alright. I think I should have been more prepared but how could I prepare for something I didn't see coming?”
“Trust me, life has its way of sucker punching us. You live and learn though, break the cycle so to speak, by learning from the last blow.” His eyes darken and his jaw tightens like he's thinking of the sucker punches he's received.
“You're right, there's nothing I can do about it now. Wanna go spar?” I gesture for the arena and pull on his arm toward the doors.
There's still a lot we need to learn about each other and though I have a feeling that getting him to open up will be like asking him to pull his own teeth out, I see that he's willing to try. This morning I woke up in his arms still and I would have taken full advantage of his very obvious arousal but I got the call from Gino about the vandalism and immediately had my driver pick me up, leaving Twitch sleeping. One of the hardest things I’ve had to do so far today.
I hop up the steps and into the cage knowing full well that Twitch will join me. I can tell that with any other girl, he wouldn’t have but with me he’s different. It seems that no matter what's going on around us, there's a connection that is undeniable. Even in the beginning when he was a total ass and I was a royal bitch, there was an invisible string between us tying our stubborn asses together.
Am I complaining? Nope.
I pull off my t-shirt and revel in Twitch’s heated gaze. I have my fighting shorts on and a sports bra but he makes me feel like I’m strutting around in sexy lingerie. I bite my lip to hide my smirk. Damn these butterflies. As I pull on my gloves, Twitch removes his shirt and I scan his glorious body. The tattoos on his chest and stomach are so intricate that I could spend all day tracing them and still discover new details. My favorite would probably be the Live or Die above his eyebrow. The only one on his face. He has another on his neck that says Sia. Not sure what or who that is but I plan on learning more. For now, I want to show him why I’m the queen around here.
We go into our stances and circle one another. We don’t bother wearing head gear because we won’t be doing headshots but guarding my head is a hard habit to break.
“I didn’t think you could floor grapple. You made me lose money on Barbaric night.” I back up to dodge his kick to my leg. I didn’t actually bet against him, I just like giving him a hard time.
“There’s a lot about me you don’t know, doll.”
Isn’t that the truth. But what I do know is that he fucks like a mad man and he kisses like it’s his job to make me melt. I want more of him, I crave more of him. Just thinking about how his hands touched every inch of me and how his pelvis slammed perfectly between my thighs get's me hot and wanting.
I block the barrage of combinations Twitch gives me and it's obvious I wasn't paying attention by how unprepared I was for that. Damn him and his talent between the sheets.
With my back against the fence, I try to shake those bedroom thoughts off and focus on sparring but it's a little too late. Twitch hooks his ankle around mine and grabs my opposite thigh, effectively taking me down. I quickly wrap my whole arm around his neck as I fall and we begin to grapple. I can tell he's going easy on me but that's because he doesn't know I can take a lot. I've been taking hits since I could walk, thanks to my piece of shit father. With my right arm I bring my elbow down onto his back and hear his grunt. I don't get a chance to do anything else because he grabs my thighs despite me tightening and twisting on his neck, and slams my whole body down on the mat. All the air whooshes from my lungs and he slips free of my reverse headlock. He stands, leaving me on the floor, an
d rubs his neck.
“Damn, Silver. You have some fucking power. A minute longer and I think I would have passed out.” He leans down and offers me his hand but when he pulls me up I use the momentum to knee him in the ribs. He dips sideways a little then hooks his arm under my armpit and jabs me twice in my ribs. It stings but again, he's holding back. He's taller than me so getting out of his hold won’t be so easy. I'll have to be creative.
We're close to the fence so I do the only thing my five foot seven inches can do, I use his hold to swing my legs and kick off the fence so that I gain height, weight and position on his back. I wrap my legs around his waist and slip my arm from his hold only to once again wrap them in around his neck in a rear naked hold.
I throw his words back at him, “There's a lot about me you don't know, ragazzo.” Boy.
Suddenly he's not holding back. He drops down onto the mat with me underneath him. We're in the same position he used to submit the Irishman in Barbaric Night. Hold on tight and take his elbows to my ribs, the adrenaline keeps the blows from hurting too badly but I'm losing strength. This man can take a lot. Anyone weaker would have tapped out.
My arm starts to shake so I let go and try to scramble out from under him before he can return the punishment. Once I’m on my feet, I smile knowing he’s no longer using kid gloves on me.
I catch him off guard with a powerful spinning back kick to his stomach. It’s time to show this beautiful man why worrying about my safety is unnecessary.
By the time we finished our round of sparring, Alessandro DeLucci arrived to check things out and report everything to Andino Renzetti. Since Barbaric Night and the ass kicking I gave to Mila Popov, things have escalated between the Russians and the Italians. Since trashing and destroying my belongings seem to be Popov's MO lately, we believe they're the culprits behind the vandalism.
Stepping out of the locker room after a quick shower, alone because Jefa is a cock blocker and didn't want to wait for her turn to shower, I spot Twitch shaking hands with DeLucci before walking over to me.
“Want to go get something to eat? I got a mean craving for some pasta.” I pat my stomach and bounce on the balls of my feet.
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
“Are you good? If you need to rain check it we can. I’ll just text Mikey and see if he wants to join me.” Hell no I won't but Twitch seems a million miles away so I wanted to snap him back to the here and now.
It works too.
Twitch focuses on my face as he grips my hips and pushes me against the wall.
“Like hell you will. He's a piece of shit and doesn’t deserve you. Hell, I don't even deserve you but you're mine. No one else, Sil.”
His stormy eyes stare, unmoving, at my own—making my heart speed up and my panties become instantly soaked. I lean up on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck.
“No one but you, Twitch.”
Kissing Twitch is one of the most sensual things I've ever done. His clove and laundry soap scent fills my lungs while his tongue massages my own. The strength of his grip on my hips tightens inner muscles I didn't even know I had and the feel of his hair between my fingers makes my hands tingle.
This guy.
He's my drug.
Once we part we're both panting and don't realize we have an audience until Jefa's voice breaks through our bubble of lust.
“Bitch! I knew it!” She turns and smacks Johnny on the stomach. “You owe me five hundred bucks.”
Twitch chuckles and throws his arm around my shoulders as he asks, “You bet against us, Bones?”
Us. I like that more than I thought I would.
“Don't call me that and no I just bet it wouldn't happen for another month since you guys are always at each other's throats.”
“Obviously you were wrong, Bones.” Twitch drags the o in Johnny's nickname, making Jefa and I giggle and Johnny to throw the finger over his shoulder.
“I tried to tell Johnny about hate sex and how it's a hot thing...” Jefa's words get cut off when Johnny groans loudly.
“Madonna!” Good God! “You're my sister for all intents and purposes! I don't want to hear you talking about that shit, Camila.”
Jefa rolls her eyes, “Oh, calm down chiflado.” Spoiled boy. Twitch chuckles at Jefa's Spanish like he understands it. Maybe he does. There's so much I need to learn about him.
I cut off Jefa and Johnny's bickering. “Twitch and I are going to eat but later we need to set a meeting with DeLucci, maybe even a Renzetti. I want to know what's going on and if there are things I need to be prepared for.”
Jefa taps her chest, “You got it, hermana.” Sister. “We'll see you guys, yeah?”
Johnny and Twitch do that guy handshake thing while Jefa wags her eyebrows at me like a melodrama creeper which only makes me chuckle.
I yell over my shoulder at her as we're going through the broken front doors, “Sei sciocca, Jefa!” You're goofy.
And she is but I love her to death.
I have Gino take us to the Renzetti restaurant because hell yeah, their food is spectacular and it's perfect timing too. After lunch and before dinner, no one is here. Usually there's a packed house at La Cucina but the odd hour has given us a more private setting.
“You coming in, Gino?”
“No thank you, boss. The wife is making some food tonight.” Gino pats his stomach as if that proves something vital. “Got to have room for her food.”
I laugh as Twitch opens the door for us to enter. The scent of spices hits us immediately, making my mouth water. “You're going to love it here, Twitch. They have the best Tortellini in New York.”
“If you love it, I know I will.”
Why did that make me blush?
We reach the table and he pulls out my chair for me like a gentleman which makes me smile because I damn well know Twitch is anything but a gentleman. Nonetheless, his sweet gestures make my heart skip a beat.
If anyone told me a year ago that I'd fall for a guy with an attitude as bad as mine and an ego to match I'd have laughed in their faces. Not that I was ever into weak willed men before but I never would have thought I'd be falling for someone I butt heads with as badly as I do Twitch. Sitting here with this man who has a twisted taste for blood and pain... well, I can't say I'm complaining one bit.
I introduce Twitch to Pauly boy and my heart swells to see the genuine kindness Twitch shows to the old timer. It makes me appreciate him even more, though I don't understand how that's possible. I watch Twitch scan the menu and I can't help but to admire how handsome he is. I wonder how the hell he hasn't been snatched up but maybe I'm the only one who'd be able to handle him.
Honestly, did God say ‘I'm going to give this guy muscles and tattoos, expressive hazel eyes and inky black hair with a body to lust over just for Neviah Mazzi.’?
It certainly seems that way.
“Like what you see, doll?”
I blush hard. He saw my ogling without looking up. Damn, I wonder if I was panting loudly too. Shoot me now.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Don't let it go to your head. For all you know, I was staring at the sexy guy behind you.” I make a show of looking over his shoulder while biting my lip.
Twitch turns quickly and I let out a booming laugh.
“So easy,” I say once my laughter dies down.
Once we've eaten our meals and sip from our wine glasses, I mindlessly hum along with Billie Eilish's ‘Ocean Eyes’ as it plays quietly through the speakers but I can't hold back my curiosity anymore. I lean forward and ask him what's been nagging me since we left Barbarity, “What were you and DeLucci talking about earlier?”
He looks at me for a moment, weighing his words carefully. What must his secrets be? Looking at him closely I can almost see the weight on his shoulders. He looks like a man who has traveled through years with pain, rage and heartbreak sitting on his back, making each step more difficult. I suck in a breath at the image of his pain.
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“What's happened to you, Twitch?”
“My name is Luca Romano.”
Why does that name sound vaguely familiar? New York has plenty of Romano's walking around so I'm sure that's the reason.
“Luca...” I softly say his name to test it out. He must hear me because his eyes flare with so many emotions.
“It sounds like a prayer on your beautiful lips, Neviah.”
What do I say to that? I mean I can think of a lot of things to say but none of them are appropriate for a public restaurant.
“It fits you perfectly.”
His eyes harden as he motions to our server for more wine. When he looks back at me I see memories are playing their painful melody in his mind. His jaw tics and his Tourette's starts to twitch his eyes. I'm about to change the subject to a lighter one but I don't. I think this is something he needs. He's been walking alone but I'm here now.
“You'll never walk alone, Luca.” Again, my voice is but a promised whisper but he hears me. He takes a deep breath and lets it out as the server refills our glasses and leaves the bottle.
“Did you know that Luca is Latin for light? It's a cruel joke the universe put on me because I lost my light when I was a boy, Silver. I don't think it fits perfectly.”
“Cosa ti è successo?” What happened? I can't help the crack in my voice... it's a reflection of my heart. There's burning pain in my eyes and throat but I push it down because his pain must be in need of my strength. Strength is what I have in plenty and if my man needs to break, I'll be there to gather his pieces. Why? Because that's what a stand up woman does. Without hesitation.
“When I was seven years old my mother and father were brutally murdered in our home. I remember hearing my father's voice howl in rage and pain after my mother was killed in front of him. I didn't see the bastardo that killed them but through the flames, I saw my mother's broken body in my father's lap when my aunt escaped with us.”
