by York, Marie
“Tell me how bad you want me.” He kissed my neck and then my lips. “Tell me.”
“So bad,” I moaned, as he lowered his mouth to the swell of my breast. “So unbelievably bad. I want your cock inside of me. Deep inside of me. So deep.”
He ran his finger across my clit, and then positioned his cock at my entrance. He teased me with the tip, swiping it up and down my soaking wet pussy.
“Please,” I begged, my body taking on a mind of its own, rocking and arching impatiently. “Don’t make me wait. I want you. I want you now. Please.”
He groaned, and then shoved his cock deep inside of me. My back curved up at the luscious intrusion, welcoming it and falling into a blissful rhythm.
Knox came down on me, covering me with his strength, his beauty and his love. His fingers laced through mine as he thrust in and out of me, giving me exactly what I was begging for.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said against my skin as he kissed my shoulder. He thrust into me harder. “That’s right, baby, take all of me.”
“Mmm,” I moaned, as my eyes rolled back, and I absorbed each mouth-watering second.
“Look at me,” he said, and I opened my eyes to his black ones, acknowledging how the blackness filled me with light. His hand gripped my hip as he moved faster still. A current ran through my body, sparking to life every nerve.
He held my head to his, and I gripped his forearm as our bodies fell back into the perfect rhythm. “I love you,” I said, staring deep into his eyes to the place I knew only I could see.
“I love you,” he said, and it was as if the words sent us into a frenzy, the two of us rubbing and grabbing as much of each other as we could. He pumped into me, and I rocked my hips into him. My muscles tightened around his cock, and my body arched as the pleasure erupted, coursing through me at a speed I had never felt. Sending me spiraling further and further over the edge until I exploded.
Knox thrust into me one final time, coming hard inside of me as he joined me over the edge. I reached up, running my fingers through his hair, knowing that I would never be alone again.
Chapter 18
Knox
My heart and soul had been gearing up for this fight from the beginning, but, the minute Coach died, and I made a promise to him, it became a personal mission to win. I stood on my side of the cage with Mila in my corner. If I couldn’t have Coach there, she was the next best thing.
I kissed her through the metal barrier, her fingers finding my face and holding me close. “I love you,” she said, and I gave her another kiss. “Now, go kick some ass so you can kiss some later.”
I laughed as the bell rang, and I headed to the middle. Bronx Boston had the same fire in his eyes as I did. The way he stared at me, I knew he wasn’t going down without a hell of a fight and I was ready for it.
The ref signaled for us to tap fists, and we did, Bronx not taking his eyes off of me for a second. We both headed back to our sides, both of us refusing to turn their back on the other. Screams erupted in the arena, and, over all the cheers, I could hear Marco chanting my name.
I kissed the tips of my fingers, and pointed to the sky. Zoey and Coach might not have physically been there, but that didn’t matter because they were both there in my heart.
The bell rang, and Bronx and I left our corners. He didn’t waste a single second, throwing punches as soon as he got close enough. I dodged them with ease. I didn’t give two shits if he was undefeated. If he was going to take me, he was going to have to try harder than that.
Bronx hopped, and I saw the flying kick coming from a mile away. I dodged and used it to my advantage, going for the takedown. I got him by the waist, and though he did everything in his power to keep from going down, I wanted it more, and he collapsed to the mat.
I wrapped my legs around his back, and placed my hooks inside his thighs. My arm went around his neck and I started to choke him out. Bronx’s face turned bright red as he twisted and turned, trying to get out of the hold.
He pushed my foot down off of him, and sat on it. I try to mount him to keep him from getting control, but he stopped me with his leg. He sat out, and went to take the side control, but I managed to get out of it.
We were both on our feet again, bouncing back and forth, eyeing the other, waiting to see who would make the first move. Bronx tested the water by throwing a few fists, but I swatted them away. Finally, I found an opening and hooked him in the jaw. His face flung back, but he came back at me with a fist to my side.
We caught each other in the clinch, wrapping our arms around one another, both fighting for a good arm and hip position to go for the takedown. Neither one of us would let the other get the upper hand, and we fought for power until the bell rang.
I went back to my corner, staying focused on my opponent, refusing to take my eyes off the prize. All the cheers turned to fuzz, the people around me nothing more than a blur as Lex from the gym squirted water in my mouth.
Coach wasn’t here to give me a rundown of the round, or tell me where he thought Bronx’s weakness was, and what I should go after. I closed my eyes for a moment, and brought the vision of him in focus. I listened for his words because, deep down, I knew exactly what he would say. I always knew because Coach and I may have been two very different people, but, when it came to fighting, we were one in the same. He taught me everything and, because of that, we made the same moves, and took the same risks.
The ref called us back and I opened my eyes, Coach’s voice still very much alive in my mind. The bell rang, Bronx came right at me, and I was ready. He was still trying to land a flying knee on me, but I anticipated it every single time.
He clipped my nose with a good left hook, and blood instantly spurted out. A laugh rumbled up my throat, and burst of out my mouth. Bronx looked at me like I was crazy, and maybe I was, but I felt like he finally showed up to the fight.
“Come on,” I taunted, waving him on.
He didn’t accept my invitation, instead eyeing me carefully, keeping his focus and refusing to make any more sudden moves. I was sick of playing it safe and even sicker of being the only one bleeding.
I took a page from his book, and stole his signature move, landing it on the soft spot of his face. I followed it up with punch after punch. Blood spewed from his eyebrow, and I kept going until he fell hard. It was time to bring it home, going balls to the wall, delivering blow after blow in a round of ground and pound.
The ref got close and, with one final blow to Bronx’s head, the ref grabbed my arm and pulled me off of him. I jumped up and down adrenaline rushing through me, making it impossible to stay still, waiting to see if the fight was called.
A few moments later, the ref called it, and Bronx Boston the undefeated was no longer. I threw my arms in the air in celebration. The cage flooded with people, but I didn’t care about any of them. All I cared about was finding Mila.
“Mila!” I screamed, and saw her pushing her way through. I forced everyone out of my way, and swooped her up into my arms!
“You did it!” she screamed as I crushed my lips to hers.
People yanked on my shoulder, and drew my mouth away from Mila. A microphone got shoved in my face, the reporter throwing questions at me. “How do you feel?”
I linked my arm around Mila’s waist, and pulled her tight against me. “I got my girl and my title back. I feel fucking great!” I yelled, taking my belt back into my hands and throwing it up high for all to see.
I looked up to the sky and smiled, knowing damn well Zoey and Coach were cheering for me too.
Chapter 19
Mila
I cuddled into Knox’s chest, still wondering how I got so lucky. He ran his fingers up and down my arm as he held me close, and I thought, no matter how many times we found ourselves in this exact position, I would relish in it. I knew the awful, gut-wrenching feeling of loss. I knew how easy it was to slip into the darkness of the world, and I never wanted to find myself there again. So, I learned to soak u
p the light and goodness that Knox brought in my life, and I was grateful for him and his love every day.
I let the brightness back into my world and, little by little, it made its way to the deep dark corners. I learned to accept the happiness as it came in big packages, and in small, and tried not to dwell on the bad. There were still holes in my heart that I knew would never completely heal no matter how much light I let in. But, being with Knox helped bring acceptance to my life for the things I couldn’t change. He helped ease my pain, and told me that I needed to forgive myself in order to heal my soul. I’m not quite ready to do that yet, but I am sure, with his continued love and support, that I will get there.
His phone rang, and I groaned. “Don’t answer it.”
He kissed my forehead. “Let me just see who it is.”
He rolled over, scooping up his phone from the nightstand. With one glance, he didn’t hesitate to answer. I listened as he spoke, but wasn’t sure who he was talking to, or about what.
“Thanks, Paul. I appreciate it.” Knox hung up the phone, and pulled himself up against the headboard.
“What is it?” I asked, seeing the confusion in his eyes.
“That was my P.I.”
I sat up with him, and waited for him to continue.
“I asked him awhile ago to look into Mackenzie, but he couldn’t find her. It was as if she dropped off the map completely.”
“How long ago?” I asked.
“A month after she went missing.”
Even when I thought he hated me, he still cared. I reached up, and rested my hand against his face. “Thank you.”
Knox smiled, and then took a deep breath. “He found her.”
“What?” I sat up, pulling my legs under me. “He found her? Mackenzie. My Mackenzie?” Shock and disbelief washed over me.
“She’s in Miami. We can be on a plane in an hour.”
I stared at him, completely taken aback. I spent countless hours and days, searching high and low for her, and always coming up empty-handed. And now. Now, I knew where she was. I could go to her right now. Then, an ugly realization settled in. If she wanted me to find her, I would have found her.
I had fucked up so badly already. When she was ready, she would come home. She knew how to find me. It was time to let her go. To finally trust her enough to be able to take care of herself. She was always capable. I just never gave her the chance. Now, it was her chance. She didn’t need me fucking it up any further.
I shook my head. “It’s time I let her go.”
“Are you sure?” Knox asked, wrapping his arm around me, and comforting me in a way that only he could.
“No…but for today…today, I’m sure.”
Knox held me closer, and I snuggled into his chest, closing my eyes and letting the brightness in.
The End
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available January 20th, 2016
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~ Keep reading for an excerpt from Beaten (Mackenzie’s story) ~
Prologue
Kenzie
My sister ruined my life. If it weren’t for her, I would never know what a strip club looked like on the inside, or what a stripper even was. I would know how it felt to blow candles out on my birthday, and to not have to worry about making my own money at sixteen… seventeen in a few days, not like it mattered. Thanks to Mila, I hadn’t celebrated a birthday since I was nine. She was a selfish bitch who had denied me so much in my life.
It had been four days since I took off, four lonely days, and even lonelier nights, and she hadn’t come for me. If she knew me at all she would know where to find me. She would’ve come already.
I accepted the fact that I lost my sister, the one I looked up to, envied, wanted to spend every waking moment with, the day my parents died. The woman she became wasn’t the girl I remembered. The girl I remembered always found me even when I didn’t want to be found.
So, I made up my mind, and hid outside our apartment, waiting for Mila to leave for work. Once she was out of sight, I snuck back into the place that was once ours, but never actually felt like home, and grabbed a few basics.
I had some cash stashed under my mattress from the nights I worked at The Gaslight. I stuffed it all into my purse, grabbed some clothes, and the picture of my family as I remembered them, alive, and took off.
I didn’t have many friends, and the ones I did weren’t exactly reliable. They were alright for a good time, but when it came to anything else, I was better off on my own. There was nothing and no one in this city I would miss.
Too many bad memories, just like California. My only hope was that if I kept moving, kept leaving the bad behind I would eventually find the good? I walked across town to the bus stop, my legs tired and throbbing from the days of wandering.
Inside, I went straight to the person at the window, and put almost all of my money in front of her. “How far will this get me?” I asked.
She gave me a curious look, but, after a few seconds, picked up the money and started to count. She turned to her computer, typed a few things in, and then swiveled back to me. “What do you think about Miami?” she asked.
I rested my hand on my stomach, there were no signs of it yet but in a few months I would be showing, and it was even more reason for me to leave. I wanted to tell Mila, and I tried, but another secret came out, one not nearly as bad as this, and just seeing the disappointment, anger and disgust on my sister’s face, was enough to know she would never be okay with this. And that wasn’t the type of life my baby deserved. My baby deserved everything that I lost out on.
Miami sounded like a fresh start, a place where no one knew me and where I could stay hidden. To give my baby a better life. “Sounds perfect. I’ll take it,” I said, sealing my fate.
About the Author
Marie York is an American writer who works the corporate circuit by day but come nightfall transforms into a steamy writer. She loves the city life and a good cocktail.
