BEAST (MMA Bad Boys Book 1)

by L. Grubb

  “I…I…We…” I’m stumped for words. “I don’t do casual sex. Never have done and never will. If that is your intentions, then please leave me alone.” I close my eyes and hope he moves, but instead, an arms snakes around my waist and pulls me flush against him. I huff as the winds leave me and I stay staring at his chest, refusing to look into the eyes that will make me crumble to my knees in front of him.

  “You really think so little of me, huh? I don’t think one night would be enough for me to get you out of system, baby.” He nibbles on my earlobe and my breathing becomes choppy. Can I do this? Let myself get taken after everything I went through? I have to start living my life somewhere and I mean, I could do a lot worse. Beast is as hot as they come after all.

  “Come on.” He pulls me toward the entrance of the pub and I see Gemma sitting with Jase, doing the ‘call me’ hand thingy to tell me to call her. Jase is shaking his head, a worried expression on his face as he eyes us leaving.

  “Where are we going?” I ask as he pulls me along by my hand. These heels weren’t made for rushing after hot men.

  “My place. Privacy,” he yells over his shoulder. I’m so fucking screwed.

  What the fuck am I doing? What happened to the vow of leaving her alone and to not drag her into my shit? That’s just gone to hell in a fucking hand basket. The site of her in that tight as shit dress, wrapping around her like cling film. Her arse is well shaped, protruding out in just the right way and those legs of hers that go on for miles, even if she is pretty short. Discreetly rearranging myself, I lead her to my car and she stares at it with an unreadable expression on her face. “What, Carlotta?”

  “Um, do you have a ladder for me to get in this thing?” She gestures at the car and raises her right eyebrow at me.

  I look between the car and her and I laugh, head thrown back with mirth. Shit, I forgot she was a bit little.

  Walking around to the passenger side of her the car, I lift her in my arms and place her on the passenger seat and strap her in. “Happy?”

  “Honestly?” Her eyes narrow at me but I notice the pink tinge of colour on her cheeks. She wants this as bad as I do even if she doesn’t want to admit it.

  I pat her cheek and before she can spout abuse at me, I shut the passenger door and strut to the driver’s side with a smirk on my face.

  Climbing up, I buckle myself in and turn the key in the ignition. “Ready for me to rock your world, baby?”

  Her eyes go impossibly wide and she fiddles with the hem of her dress with shaking hands. But she stays silent. I frown at the side of her face as she sits straight, staring out the windshield of the car.

  Not wanting to press her, I pull away from the curb, merging into the light traffic of the evening. Something is bothering her, something about sex possibly? I’ll get to the bottom of it before I even touch a strand on her head. I’m not a bastard, well, I am, but I’m determined to reign it in for her. She looks so fragile sat there and I just want to embrace her. Fuck, what is this chick doing to me?

  It only takes ten minutes to navigate the roads back to my penthouse suite in a modern high rise. It’s not the best area, nowhere is really that amazing to live in London, but this is a building that only houses MMA fighters, we have cleaners that maintain the communal areas of the building and a maintenance man that lives in the basement flat.

  “Nice,” I hear Carlotta whisper to herself as she glances up at the brown brick building, lights glimmering softly from the lanterns at the entrance.

  I must admit, this building is like the hotels in New York. We have a doorman, dressed in a red suit and hat. Bodyguards are always hidden in the shadows to protect us but you never know where they are.

  After helping Carlotta out of the car, I place a hand lightly on her lower back and I feel her stiffen and take a deep breath. “Relax, babe. I’m not going to hurt you. Okay?”

  She nods slowly as I lead her to the end elevator. I swipe my card and the doors open. Stepping in, the crackling atmosphere between us electrifies. I clench my fists, my short nails biting into my palms to stop myself from reaching out and pinning her to the wall of mirrors. She has her head hung, staring intently at the floor.

  The doors open and we enter my apartment. “Drink?”

  “Do you have Vodka? I’m thinking I’m going to need it.” Her eyes wonder around my apartment while she stands in the foyer as still as a statue. Her curiosity is fucking hot. I have no idea why, but it is.

  “Sure I do. I have a bar area.” I smile softly at her, not wanting to intimidate her any more than I already have. “Come.”

  One simple command and she follows swiftly. “Of course you have a bar. I mean, this apartment looks freakin’ expensive.”

  “I own it, and yeah, it was expensive…and worth it.” I hand her the Vodka and she takes a gulp, moaning as the liquid pours down her throat. My dick twitches behind my jeans and I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from losing it.

  “It’s nice.” Taking another sip, she finally sets her eyes on mine. I know my eyes are lust filled, but I need to find out why she’s so worried.

  Leading her to the living room, I guide her to the couch and sit closely next to and throw my arm around the back. “Carlotta, why are you so worried?”

  “I..I…I can’t tell you.” The hesitation has me pulling back and edge forward to take her hands in mine. Staring her in the eyes, I plead with her to open up. I don’t know this chick from Adam, but she’s captured my attention, she’s filled my head and that fucking kiss plays on the loop in my mind. I can see the defeat in her eyes and she shrinks, curling into herself. “I..he…” She sighs in frustration before blurting. “I’ve only had sex once, it wasn’t consensual. I haven’t bothered trying again because the thought horrifies me and scare the living shit out of me. Happy?”

  I sit in stunned silence, my thumb stroking over the back of her hand. “Shit, Car, I had no idea. Now I feel like a prick for dragging you around like I did.”

  “Don’t. It’s fine. Only Gemma knows the extent of what happened. I need to move on.” She bites her lip as she looks at me under her mascara clad eyelashes.

  “We’re safe here. No one will know, I promise.” I lean in, my lips brushing softly over hers. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”

  “Then take me, Beast.” Her soft breath fans over my lips and my dick hardens painfully behind my zipper. “Help me.” Now that, I can’t turn down.

  My lips crush to hers in a brutal kiss. My hand wraps in her hair as I pull back, her moan reverberating around the silent room. Lips trailing down her neck, my spare hand smooths up her ribs to the curve of her breast. My fingers find her nipple through the dress and I pinch gently, relishing in the moans coming from her mouth. “Tell me, baby, are you wet for me?”

  “Y-yes.” I see her eyes flutter shut as my lips meet her cleavage.

  Pulling away, her eyes flash open and she glares at me through narrowed eyes. “Bedroom, babe, this sofa isn’t so comfortable ya know.”

  I stand and lift her. She wraps her legs around my hips, her ankles crossing just above my arse. I can feel her wet heat through my jeans and once her arms are around my neck securely, I head to the master bedroom in a quick pace. “This won’t be soft and gentle, baby. Fuck, I need to buried in you.”

  She moans in my ear and I’m about ready to combust in my fuckin boxers. Fuck. Slamming the bedroom door behind me, I place her on her feet and take the hem of her dress to lift it over her head. She doesn’t deny it and lifts her arms to accommodate me. No bra. Fuck. My lips find her nipple and suck, lick and nibble until her legs are starting to buckle.

  I stalk her ‘til her legs hit the bed and I push her gently down onto the bed. I removed my shirt, one button at a time and revelling in the way Carlotta’s eyes are eating me up. Smirking, I throw the shirt to the chair in the corner and remove my jeans and boxers, groaning when my dick is swinging free. Thank fuck. Her eyes are taking me all in and finally landing on my cock as I rub my
hand up and down the length, moaning at the pleasure sizzling through my system.

  I crouch at the side the bed and lift her legs over my shoulders. I lick a trail from her instep up to the top of her thighs and repeat on the other side until she’s a wriggling mess on the bed. My tongues take a languid lick through her wet folds and the moan she rewards me with is fucking cum inducing. It’s shit hot and I want more of them moans.

  I go to work on her, my tongue flicking across her clit, sucking it into my mouth until she’s crying my name, begging for more. Entering two fingers inside her, hard, her walls quiver around my fingers as the pleasure consumes her.

  “Shit, I’m going to cum, Beast…please!” She begs. The room is filled with her moans and I up my game nibbling lightly on her nub and my fingers thrusting deep and hard. I’m gifted minutes later when she screams my name and her pussy clamps down on my fingers. Fuck me, that was hot and I can feel the pre-cum dripping onto my thigh.

  I kiss my way up her body before taking her mouth and making her taste herself. I grip her hair and thrust my dick inside her sweet as fuck pussy, and my eyes squeeze shut as the pleasure sends goosebumps over my skin. “Don’t move, Car. Give me a sec.”

  Her giggles make me thrust in, trying to get deeper. Her hips roll and that’s it. I lose all the self-control that I was holding. Rearing up, I pull out almost all the way before shoving my dick so hard inside her that she moves up the bed. Her hands are gripping the bed sheets and her mouth is open on a silent moan. Fuck, her heat feels so damn good. Does this have to end?

  I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Talk about not easing me into it! My vagina is on fire and euphoria washes over me, a sheen of sweat coating my skin. Looking up at Beast, I admire his beauty before he thrusts again making my eyes flutter and causing stars to dance in front of my eyes. God damn, why didn’t I do this sooner?

  His arm muscles flex and he speeds up and I’m relishing in the punishing thrusts as I moan and scream like a wanton slut. I don’t care, this is too damn good. His hand goes around my throat and I panic for a minute before he pulls my face forward and he slams his lips to mine. His grip on my neck isn’t crushing but it’s hot as hell and I find myself meeting him thrust for thrust. Shit. “I’m coming, Beast, I’m coming!”

  “Fuck!” He roars as his dick enters me faster and harder, hitting a spot inside me that washes me in pleasure, a spot I never even knew existed but it feels so damn good that it should be made illegal. His hand wraps around my throat and he squeezes. Not enough to take my breath but enough to make it erotic. I squeal as my orgasm rips through my body, freezing me in place and my vaginal walls clamp around his monster dick…yup, that’s what I’m going to call it. Monster dick. It’s impossibly big and impossible thick and its feels fucking incredible

  His pace doesn’t relent and a moment later he releases his seed and roars into the empty room before his head nestles into the crook of my neck. I can tell by his shaking arms that he’s struggling to keep himself up as not to crush me so I push him and roll us over. I rest my head on his chest and throw a leg over his. One arms crosses over his face as he attempts to catch his breath and the other arm is wrapped around me. We’re not even fully on the bed, our legs are hanging off the edge of the bed, except the one I have curled around his.

  “Fuck, Carlotta. Where the hell have you been all my life?” Beast grunts, looking at me through the corner of his eye. I smile at him softly, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

  The silence is deafening and I wish I could say it was comfortable. Feeling like I’ve outstayed my welcome, I drag myself from the bed and feel a dribble running down my leg. “Fuck, Beast, you didn’t use a condom? What the hell?”

  “I’m clean. I’ve never not used a condom but you consumed me, I couldn’t wait.” He props himself up on his elbow and stares at me as I gather my clothes and make a beeline for the bathroom that’s attached to his bedroom.

  Quickly cleaning up, I dress and run my fingers through my hair, trying to tame the birds nest. I grab tissue and clean the make up from under my eyes and when I’m finally satisfied with myself, I leave the room, grab my bag and run from the room.

  I make it out of the building without him following me and I stop to take a breath. What the fuck have I done? Why did I so easily give into him? Why did I let him fuck me senseless?

  Flagging down a taxi, I jump in and reel off my address. Sitting back, I wonder why I’m so upset that he never chased after me. He said he wanted me but that didn’t necessarily mean for more than one night and because my brain was fogged with lust, I didn’t analyse his words. And I just did the one thing I promised myself I’d never do. Sex with a virtual stranger.

  I kick myself the whole way home, my inner self cursing me violently for being such a stupid slut. I should have more willpower but where the hell was it when I needed it? Left at home with your sanity, obviously, my mind tells me. I shut it down and brood the whole way back out of London and to my flat. I need to stay away from him at all costs. I can’t repeat what happened. For my own good.

  I’m still sat on this bed like a fucking fool. Now I’ve fucked her, thinking that my inner obsession with her would be out of my system, I feel like shit. Why did I not get her to stay? Why the fuck did I just sit here like a mute and let her run? Especially after all the shit she told me about her past. I took what I wanted and practically, silently, tossed her out like rubbish. I’m a complete bastard.

  But thinking about it now, that was probably the best way to do it. I can’t have Carlos finding out about her. Shit could get real so damn quick and I need to keep her safe. I know what I need to do to get to the top and change MMA as it is today. Carlos needs to go and I know how to do it. Then I’ll fucking beg for forgiveness from Carlotta if I have to.

  I can still feel her presence like a fucking thorn in my side. It doesn’t help the situation. She needs to get out of my head so I can do what I have to do. Anger settles in my bloodstream as my mind races through scenarios in how to do this shit. I’m about to reign hell on the MMA circuit like never before.

  Breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth, I calm enough to get up from the bed and walk to the bathroom for a quick shower. Tonight. This shit ends tonight. Having Carlos loom over me like a fucking bad smell is getting old. And if he finds out who I fucked tonight…I don’t even want to think about it.

  Paying the taxi driver the fare, I thank him for putting up with my shitty mood and head to the door. Pausing, I turn slowly, sensing someone watching me. My skin prickles in awareness and I hurry the rest of the way up to my apartment. Who the hell would be watching me anyway? God, Carlotta, stop being such an insane, raging bitch-bag and concentrate on getting to bed, I scream at myself in my head. Jesus, I seem to be arguing with myself a lot lately and it’s getting old.

  My legs are aching, my vagina is pulsing in pain and my scalp feels red hot with pain from the rough hair pulling shit Beast did. Do not go there, Car, forget it ever happened and move the fuck on.

  Stripping from my clothes, I climb under the duvet and snuggle down. Squeezing my eyes shut, I will the images of Beast butt naked to not come to the forefront of my mind. I need sleep desperately, I’ve never felt so worn out, not even after a fight.

  What does enter my mind as I’m drifting off, is the way Beast just sat there on the bed not giving me a glance, word or fuck all for that matter and that’s irritated the shit out of me. What the fuck did I do wrong? Not only that, but I fucking told him stuff that happened to me because, deep down, I knew he wouldn’t screw me over. How fucking wrong was I? At least I can say that the sex was pretty awesome. Falling asleep to the image of Beast naked isn’t too bad, amazing sight, it’s just a shame he’s such a douchebag.

  Sitting in my leather back recliner, I sip the whiskey from my tumbler, staring into space. I feel shit the way I treated Carlotta, and well, I never feel shit after fucking a woman’s brains out. But guilt is eating its way through m
y stomach and it’s making me angrier about the whole situation.

  A knock at the door brings me out of my trance and I place the glass on the coffee table. Heaving myself up with my muscles screaming at me, I head to the door and pull it open with a scowl on my face, not really giving a shit who it is…I just want them to fuck off and leave me to wallow in my anger.

  “Beast. Good, you’re home. I need a word.” Carlos barges his way into my home and I slam the door as I turn and face him.

  “What do you want? And why have you come to my home, Carlos?” I growl at him. Looking at him stirs the anger and it’s about ready to explode in his face.

  “Calm it, boy. Remember who you’re talking to.” He spits at my feet and this is the first time since he came through my door a matter of minutes ago that I notice his red face and the anger swirling in his brown eyes. “This is a matter of urgency, Beast. You seem to have forgotten the rules because you can’t to keep your dick in your pants.”

  He knows about Carlotta? How the fuck…? “What the fuck are you on about?” I hiss, widening my stance and crossing my arms over my chest, my muscles flexing as my anger builds to dangerous levels.

  “Ah, see…you know I know everyone at that pub, Beast, yet you still managed to go for a fighter girl rather than a bar fly. You know, as you should, that you can’t get mixed up in relationships. It’s against the rules.” He smirks at me, thinking he has the upper hand.

  “How would you even know anything happened?” I raise a brow at him as I stand there spewing hatred at him through my eyes. “I’d love to know that.”

  “I know you.” He starts circling me. Yeah, because that’s intimidating. He doesn’t scare me because he’s a weasel who should never have taken over being at the top. “I know your dick has the brains in that body of yours.”