by Ella Jade
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Sabrina had no words during the fight, every reaction was a gasp or a loud exhale, she was enthralled in the violent display. The first round was very slow. “Swift” Silvio Almeida and his opponent, Jarrod “The Bully” Jones, mostly circled each other, throwing very few punches that connected. But Sabrina moved to the edge of her seat in round two. Back and forth the men exchanged blows. At one point Silvio had the other guy pressed against the cage, their arms locked, but Silvio threw his knees as high as possible, hitting The Bully’s body.
Sabrina tried to understand why anyone would want to do this. Her brother’s girlfriend, whom she despised, loved this brutal and chaotic sport. Everything happened so fast it was hard for her to make out exactly what happened. Then the heavy leg kick Silvio threw landed on the left side of The Bully’s head, rendering the man unconscious as he fell to the mat. Sabrina’s jaw clenched and she swallowed hard, the sight of the limp body on the mat making her cringe. The ref jumped in and the fight ended after three peculiar rounds.
Even though she didn’t have a fondness toward the sport she did feel pride when they announced “Swift” Silvio Almeida as the winner by knockout. And when Silvio went over and shook hands with The Bully, now up on his feet, she felt a respect for the sport. It was violent, and honestly, she didn’t much care for it, but it was still a sport. It was entertaining, there were fans, and rules, and sportsmanship. This fight was something she wouldn’t soon forget.
“So,” Ashley said, clapping her hands together, “I think that’s all the fight I have in me. Let’s get out of here.”
Sabrina felt ready to get out of there too, but the only person she wanted to see was most likely being examined by a doctor. At least that’s what happened to her brother after each of his fights, so she assumed it was standard practice.
“Totes,” Sabrina replied. “If you’re still down for some MMA action, we could always go back to that bar. I bet it’s pretty hoppin’ in there tonight.” She was hopeful that her friends would want to go, and even more so that Silvio would show up there eventually.
“Ugh. Sorry, Sabrina, I’m sooo over this tonight. I need to get around a different crowd,” Lindsay said with a grimace.
“Yeah, I wanna go someplace where we can dance. You still have plenty of time before curfew. Let’s go,” Ashley demanded.
A disappointed Sabrina just nodded and followed her friends out of the arena.
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It neared midnight when Silvio heard a knock on the door. He answered it, surprised to find Sabrina standing on the other side. She casually walked in, not waiting for an invitation. Silvio hadn’t expected to see her tonight. He’d thought about texting her earlier, but with all of the after-fight press, and obligatory meetings, he was tired and decided it could wait until tomorrow. Honestly, he was excited that she was there now.
“You’re such a jerk! That was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen,” she said, dropping her bag on the ground and tossing her coat over a chair.
“Haven’t you seen your brother fight?” Silvio asked, shutting the door and following her to the living room.
“I’ve gone to his fights, and I’ve seen clips, but that’s it. I can’t believe you wanted me to come watch that. I held my breath the whole time.”
“Why?”
“I was scared you’d get hurt.” Sabrina closed the distance. Gently placing her hand on his cheek, she turned his head slightly as she examined it. “Look at your handsome face. It’s all bumps and bruises. You could have really gotten hurt.”
Silvio couldn’t help but smile at his naïve girl. He’d been doing this for years, and the few bruises tonight’s fight left him with were far from what he’d seen in the past. It was nice to have a girl worry over him. Not any girl—Sabrina. He dated, but most of the women knew what they were in for. This was new and surprising coming from a woman who just two days ago declared that she would never come to one of his fights. Her decision to attend was comforting; it showed a commitment on her part that he’d felt lacking.
“Is that why you’re here, to tell me you’re not going to watch me fight again?”
“No.” Sabrina dropped her hands from his face and put one hand on her hip. “Of course I’ll come watch you fight again. The girls gave you a perfect score.” She winked.
“What?”
“They wanted to bail, so we made up this game where we score the fighters on how hot they were. And you were the only one to get a perfect score.”
“Did you tell your girls about me?”
“Not yet. We’re still so new. Let’s see where this goes.”
“Sure, princess.” Silvio scratched his hands over his shaved head, looking down at the ground.
“Stop it, Silvio. It’s always your way or the highway. Maybe just give me a little bit of a break here. You’re not exactly the type of guy that I’m used to.”
Silvio took a minute. Still amped up after his fight, seeing her tonight had his emotions running high. She was his girl, but he felt like she still held back. Silvio nodded solemnly in agreement. Everything she’d initially said no to, she’d come around to on her own. The date, picking her up, and going to his fight.
“It’s true. I’m way better than all of those douchebags,” Silvio said with a grin as he swiftly pulled Sabrina into his arms.
“It’s true,” Sabrina said, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. “So, what are your plans for the night?” she asked, resting her hands behind his head.
“Nothing exciting. I was supposed to go to an after-fight party at The Pit, but I wanted to hang back.” Silvio didn’t want to admit it, but going through training camp while trying to make time for his friends and a girl was a lot harder than he imagined it would be. “What are your plans? How did you even know I was home?” he asked.
“I might have gone by The Pit, and I might have asked the boys where you were,” Sabrina said sweetly.
“You were looking for me?” Silvio smiled. He thought he’d chased her most of the time, but thinking back on it now, she’d found him at the gym after she’d turned him down for the first date. And now asking his friends, who she wasn’t fond of, where he was… Maybe she hadn’t told her friends they were seeing each other, but her actions were starting to speak more than words.
“Yes, I looked for you. You asked me to come watch your fight and then disappeared,” she said.
“I just assumed since you were with your girls you’d wanna go out with them. Did they drop you off?”
“No. I drove tonight.”
“Mama let you have the car?”
“Yes. She thinks I’m staying at Lindsay’s,” Sabrina said sheepishly, before a devious smile pulled at her lips. “I guess I better get going.”
The way her sparkling blue eyes met his made the adrenalin in his body spike. Sure, he was bruised and sore, but his girl had shown up, with an alibi for where she’d be...all night.
“Wait just a minute, princess.” Silvio pulled her body tight against his.
He moved his hands down the small of her back, resting on her sweet ass as he enjoyed the feeling of her large breasts pressed into his chest. Leaning down, he captured her willing lips. Sabrina let out a sigh and relaxed into his body.
Breaking the kiss, Silvio said, “Let’s move this party to the couch.”
Silvio led the way and sat down. Sabrina hesitated, but any fears Silvio might have had were quickly dispelled when she slipped off her heels, then pulled the burgundy mini-dress over her head, tossing it aside.
Silvio’s mouth fell open. His cock went from awake to uncomfortably hard at the sight of his beauty standing in his living room wearing only a black lace bra and matching panties. He raked his gaze over her magnificent form as she sauntered toward him. Sabrina settled herself on his lap, facing him with one leg on each side of his hips. Eye level with those breasts that he’d dreamed about touching, words escaped him.
He reached up, clasping her face in his hands be
fore crushing his needy lips over hers. She met his kiss with enthusiasm as she ground her core against his throbbing cock. He pulled away and grabbed her hips, stopping the movement.
“Sabrina,” he panted her name. “You’re going to unman me.”
Sabrina licked her bottom lip. She pushed against Silvio’s chest, using it to help her get up off the couch.
“Then you better go find a condom, because this is happening,” she promised in a low, breathy tone.
He jumped up and darted for the bathroom, only to return and find that Sabrina had rid herself of the rest of her clothing. Her long blonde hair was pulled forward, almost hiding the pink buds of her nipples. Silvio followed suit, pulling his t-shirt over his head and slipping out of his basketball shorts.
* * * *
Sabrina let out of huff of air. She chewed on her bottom lip as she explored Silvio’s naked body. His shaved, dark hair and his mysterious, dark eyes were enough to make a girl swoon. Despite being littered with green and purple bruising, his well-sculpted chest and strong arms made her knees weak and her heart race. Sabrina’s gaze wandered further down to the impressive cock standing at full attention, and heat rushed to her face as she swallowed hard. This is going to be fun.
“So, where were we?” she asked.
“I think I was over here on the couch.” Silvio walked over and sat down. “And your hot little ass was dying to ride my cock.”
Sabrina rolled her eyes at the self-assured Silvio. Walking over, she took the condom and sheathed his hard-on. A shudder ran through his body when she gently caressed his shaft.
Silvio reached out and held her waist as she climbed on top of him. Grabbing hold of his hard dick, she slowly guided it into her wet pussy. She placed her hands on Silvio’s firm chest, taking him inch by inch, enjoying the feel of the snug fit.
“О Боже,” she called out, settling all the way down on his thick cock.
Sabrina wanted to take it slow and make it last, but she had been ready and waiting a long time. She let Silvio claim her lips as she began to move. Up, down, grind. Up, down, grind. She fell into a delicious rhythm. Each time she pushed down, Silvio thrust up, hitting deep inside her cunt. Breaking off the kiss, she gasped for air. Her release was so close. Her nipples hardened, and when she arched her back Silvio’s fingers found her alert nub. The onslaught of his masculine hands delicately rubbing circles over her clit was too much.
“Fuck, I’m going to come so hard. Please don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“Come for me, princess.”
When he gave her clit a pinch it was her undoing. “Oh God!” she screamed.
Silvio grabbed her hips, his fingers pinching into her skin, holding her as he slammed his cock up and deep. She could feel Silvio’s release throbbing inside her as her tight canal squeezed him. Wave after wave of her orgasm rolled through her body.
She fell against his body, resting her head in the nook of his neck as she tried to catch her breath. She was spent. Silvio wrapped his strong arms around her waist, holding her carefully as he pressed sweet kisses to her neck.
They sat there for what felt like hours, but couldn’t have been but moments, before Silvio spoke. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “It’s…wow. Yeah. It’s never been like that for me,” she said timidly. Sabrina had never experienced anything so intense. It was truly the best sex of her life. Her body still tingled.
“Hey, princess, I need to get up and take care of this condom real quick.”
Sabrina let out a low groan as she stood up on shaky legs. Silvio kissed her on the cheek as he maneuvered around her. Taking a deep, satisfying breath, Sabrina tossed herself back on the couch.
When Silvio came back he scooted Sabrina forward on the couch so he could lay behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in closely, spooning.
Sabrina snuggled against Silvio, running her hands across his light brown skin. She smiled, turning slightly, pressing against him. “It’s too bad you don’t want to have kids. Imagine how cute our Brazilian-Russian mixed babies would be.”
“I don’t remember saying that.” Silvio pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “How many of these babies should we have?”
“Four.”
“All right. But I’m a little surprised that you’re talking about babies. Don’t you have an empire to build?”
“I’m not saying I want kids right now. The way I see it, I’ll get married around twenty-four, have the first kid by twenty-five, and then have each kid two years apart. And the great thing about being self-employed is setting your own hours. That way I can be at home to raise them.” Sabrina gave a light shrug.
“I think I like this plan.”
“What do you like about this plan?” Sabrina asked. She was quite taken aback by the easiness of the conversation, and lack of alarm coming from Silvio. Maybe it was the great sex? “You don’t like anything that looks too far ahead, remember?”
“I like you. You’re worth looking forward for,” Silvio whispered in her ear, sending a hot chill up her spine.
“You better like me, you jerk.”
“Hey, you can’t be calling me a jerk in front of our kids,” Silvio teased.
Sabrina squirmed when Silvio began tickling her.
“Okay. Okay. I won’t do it in front of the kids, only in the bedroom.”
Somewhere during the tickling Silvio had managed to make his way on top of Sabrina, holding most of his weight on his forearms. He brushed the hair from her face as he gazed down, locking eyes. The look he gave her took her breath away. The simple gaze said more than words ever could.
“You know what you are, Sabrina?”
“What am I?”
“You’re a jab. A fast punch to the face that I should have seen coming, but I didn’t.”
“Is that good or bad?” She narrowed her eyes, trying to understand the expression on his handsome face.
“You’ve left me a little dazed. I’m not sure yet.” Silvio leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her lips. “Tell me I’m doing the same thing to you.”
“You’ve always surprised me,” she said honestly.
When he kissed her again, this time it wasn’t gentle, but full of passion and an emotion deeper than lust. They were about to make love.
Chapter 6
Sabrina forced a smile on her face when Jacob kissed her cheek. His lips felt like sandpaper burning her skin, and she cringed. When his hand grazed her ass in the embrace, she rolled her eyes, thankful he couldn’t see her.
A nauseating feeling rumbled in her stomach. You shouldn’t be here! Sabrina had regretted taking the date the moment she set foot in the extravagant restaurant. At the time, agreeing to the date was easier than explaining to her friends that she was kind of, sort of, seeing someone, and not just anyone, “Swift” Silvio Almeida, the fighter.
“You look beautiful,” Jacob complimented, pulling out her chair at the table.
He was just like the typical men she’d dated in the past. He was a high-powered CEO, CFO, BFD…it didn’t matter, and she only ever pretended to care. These men only served as a bridge to what she really wanted—her empire.
The dinner small talk consisted of him talking about how important he was, and his wealth. Normally, she would’ve tried harder to be interested, but tonight she just wasn’t into it. She felt guilty. Silvio hadn’t come out and said it, but with everything that had happened the other night, it seemed like they might be exclusive. And she was starting to feel okay with the idea of dating a fighter. Well, Silvio.
“What are you going to have?” Jacob asked as they perused the menu.
Sabrina usually just ordered a salad, but she was irritated and didn’t want to be here. She thought maybe if she acted like enough of a brat he would end the date early.
“What can I start you off with this evening?” the waiter asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.
“We’ll have a bottle of Cristal,” she said with an innocent smile
at the waiter. “That’s okay, isn’t it, Jacob?” This time she gave him a little pout.
“Of course.” He nodded at the waiter.
“And for dinner?”
“I’ll have the lobster with the loaded baked potato, and whatever vegetables are in season. And I’d like one to go.”
She didn’t look over at Jacob, but heard him clear his throat, though he never intervened.
Sabrina wasn’t pleased. Jacob was such a tool. And as the night went on she had been rude, and snobby, and ordered the most expensive everything, only to take a simple bite and say she was full. When that didn’t stir him up Sabrina started to interrupt his stories and talk about random nonsense. At one point during dinner she’d gone to the bathroom and stayed for a solid twenty minutes.
She’d never been this rude. She might come across as stuck-up and selfish, but never so blatantly. The only man who had ever stood up to her was the only man on her mind...Silvio. Just the thought of him put a smile on her face. If she could ever get home, she would definitely give him a call just to hear his voice. He wasn’t fighting tonight, so maybe they could meet for a drink, or better.
Thursday night meant he was out with the boys. He’d texted her this morning to see if she could get the car from Mama for a sleepover after he got home. She told him she had to work on her next video blog. It wasn’t a lie, she did have a deadline, and she did plan on working on it tonight, as soon as she got home from this horrendous date.
Sabrina was thankful when the date ended. She waited outside with Jacob while the valet pulled his car around.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to go for a nightcap? It’s still early,” Jacob said, taking a step toward her.
“Oh, no thanks. I’m pretty tired. I think that champagne got to me,” Sabrina said, turning away.
“Of course. But please at least let me drive you home,” he tried again.
“That’s very polite, but it’s not necessary. It’s not far, and a cab is just fine. I’ll have one of the valet boys get one for me.”
