Broken: An Alpha Bad Boy MMA Romance

by Scarlet MMA, Simone

  “There’s some shit going down with his family, back in Spain,” she admitted. “I think his life is there now.” She snorted bitterly. “It’d take something big for him to consider fighting again.”

  But little did she know that something big was just around the corner.

  Chapter Seventy Six

  Lyssa

  “It’s gettin’ late.”

  Travis was standing at the window, looking out over the street lit sidewalks of Bedford Avenue. Turning to Lyssa, he smiled at the pretty reporter and asked:

  “You stayin’, or going?”

  Lyssa was curled up on the couch, with a quarter bottle of vodka and two plates of pelmeni swilling around inside her stomach.

  She knew she should go home. But the thought of leaving this snug, warm apartment made her squirm.

  But so too did the knowledge of what would happen if she stayed.

  “I can call you a cab,” Nikolai offered, presumably knowing full well that no yellow cab would take her across the city to Jersey City this time of night; and she’d never be able to afford it even if they did.

  “No,” butterflies churned in Lyssa’s stomach. “I’ll stay.”

  And that’s when Travis snuggled up closer to her on the sofa, and murmured: “I was kind of hopin’ you’d say that.”

  Lyssa turned to him on the couch.

  Her breath caught in her throat, as Travis stretched a big hand out, and encircled her waist.

  “Hey, we’re both real sorry for the way we treated you,” he leaned closer, and his breath was hot on her throat. “You still mean a lot to us.”

  “Yes, lapochka,” Nikolai added, as he crossed the room and sat down on the other side of her, on the couch. “It hasn’t been the same without you around.”

  Lyssa wanted to snort indignantly, but the will had left her body. Instead, sandwiched between the two men, she felt a nervous shudder, and a needy ache between her legs.

  “I missed the way you smell,” Nikolai breath, leaning in to kiss her neck.

  Lyssa gasped as she felt his dry lips brush her throat. God, how did these two men know exactly what to do, to bypass her resistance?

  As Nikolai kissed Lyssa’s throat, Travis gently cupped her chin between his finger and thumb, and turned her face towards him.

  His lips met hers.

  “Huuungh,” Lyssa groaned, closing her eyes.

  She knew she was lost. Right then and there. These two men treated her like she was nothing – like disposable human entertainment. But right now they wanted her; and she wanted to be wanted more than anything else in the world.

  “C’mon,” Travis’ lips left hers, and she moaned in disappointment. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

  And his fingers slipped between hers, and the towering Texan pulled her from the couch.

  Powerless to resist, Lyssa followed.

  Chapter Seventy Seven

  Lyssa

  The truth be told, it’s difficult enough to turn down one man when you’re turned on. To resist two was beyond Lyssa’s capability.

  Travis led her into one of the two bedrooms of the old brownstone, and Nikolai followed. And then, as she stood at the end of the bed, the two of them slowly started peeling her clothes off.

  Nikolai stood behind her, and kissed her throat. Circling his arms around her waist, he slowly started unbuckling Lyssa’s jeans.

  Meanwhile, Travis kissed her hotly on the mouth, and squeezed Lyssa’s full breasts through her tank top.

  “Fuck,” Lyssa groaned, feeling her knees grow week. “Goddamn you both.”

  But she didn’t resist. Especially not when Nikolai wrenched open her jeans. She stood compliantly as Travis hooked his thick fingers into the waistband, and gasped as he pulled them down over her thighs.

  Soon, Lyssa was kicking her long legs out of her pants – and finally found herself standing there in nothing but her panties and tank top.

  Travis grabbed Lyssa’s hands, and pulled her onto the bed. He lay down alongside her, kissing her hotly, and squeezing her full breasts through the cotton of her shirt.

  Meanwhile, Nikolai knelt on the floor, and ran his hands up her bare thighs. She shuddered as she felt him hook his fingers into the waistband of her panties, and slowly pull them down.

  “Oh, God,” Lyssa moaned, as she felt the cool air hit her now-bare cunt.

  “You are so beautiful,” Travis purred, looking deep into Lyssa’s eyes as she lay there. She stared up at him, into his big, blue eyes, even as she felt Nikolai spread her legs, and crawl onto the bed.

  She felt his hot breath between her legs, and then his warm, wet tongue slather between the lips of her glistening pussy.

  “Oh, fuuuuck,” Lyssa arched her back and groaned at the warm, wet, delicious sensation.

  Nikolai sunk his fingers into the taut flesh of Lyssa’s thighs, and feasted on her. And, as he licked, and sucked, and swirled his tongue around her clitoris, Travis lowered his head to wetly kiss Lyssa right on the mouth.

  It was amazing – two pairs of lips, on two pairs of lips. All eager, wet, and insistent.

  Soon, the tattooed reporter was squirming on the bed, her whole body tingling at the two men’s touch.

  “F-fuuuck,” Lyssa groaned, as Travis started peeling off her tank top. As he wrenched the material up over her head, Lyssa flopped back onto the covers, and then shuddered as Nikolai drove her closer and closer to climax with his tongue.

  “I-I’m going to cum,” she groaned. “Oh, God, I’m going to…”

  And then she did. Arching her back, Lyssa felt a tidal wave of pleasure crash over her, and send her flailing onto Travis’ big, strong arms.

  He kissed her wetly as she climaxed, and at the same time Lyssa felt Nikolai’s tongue and lips continue to devour her relentlessly.

  Her first orgasm was followed by a second. And then a third. And, finally, she had to tear her mouth away from Travis and moan: “N-no more… Nico, I can’t take any more…”

  Laughing, Nikolai pulled his mouth from between her legs.

  His head bobbed up into view, and Lyssa’s wetness glistened on his lips and chin.

  “You taste as good as I remember, myshka,” he growled, grabbing Lyssa’s hips with his big hands. “I love hearing the sound of you cum.”

  And then he rolled her over on the bed, onto her stomach.

  Lyssa was too weak and turned on to resist, and soon she found herself being manhandled onto her knees – her pert ass in the air.

  “Fuuuuck!”

  Nikolai had stuck his face between her cheeks, and was devouring her pussy from behind – tongue buried deep inside her pussy, and nose nuzzling at Lyssa’s tightly clenched little asshole.

  As the Russian ate her out from behind, Travis clambered up onto his knees.

  He pulled his t-shirt off over his head, and wrenched down his jeans – dragging with them his boxer shorts.

  Soon he was kicking his Levis across the room, and he finally flopped back down onto the bed completely naked.

  Lyssa gasped as she saw him – his long, lean, pale body was ripped and powerful. Her mouth watered instinctively as she saw just how hard and throbbing his thick, angry cock was. It reared from between his thighs like the Washington Monument.

  Smack! With a wet-sounding slurp, Nikolai pulled his face from between the cheeks of Lyssa’s upturned ass, and clambered to his feet.

  She looked over her shoulder as the towering Russian pulled off his own shirt and pants – revealing his stocky, powerful body.

  His cock was hard too – thick, and throbbing, and pointed directly at her backside.

  Nikolai’s big hands curled around her hips, and he shuffled forward, towards the edge of the bed.

  His thick cock brushed between Lyssa’s thighs.

  “Oh, God,” Lyssa moaned, dropping her head at the sensation of Nikolai’s hot, hard manhood against her skin.

  Gripping the root of his massive cock, Nikolai positioned himself between
Lyssa’s thighs – until the head of his huge cock was nuzzling between the glistening, spit-slick lips of her freshly-climaxed cunt.

  Lyssa shuddered in anticipation – and then moaned in pleasure as Nikolai tightened his grip on Lyssa’s hips, and thrust his hot, hard thickness deep inside of her.

  Chapter Seventy Eight

  Lyssa

  Lyssa moaned in pleasure, as she felt herself stretched and filled by Nikolai’s thick, hard cock.

  “Oh, kotik,” he groaned, as he sunk inch-after-inch inside her wet tightness. “You feel so good.”

  And then he was buried inside her right to the hilt – the firm muscles of hips pressed against the softness of her ass cheeks.

  As Nikolai began to thrust, Lyssa groaned in pleasure – and Travis took advantage of her open, gasping mouth.

  Slithering his fingers into her hair, the Texan maneuvered Lyssa’s head towards him; offering her his thick, throbbing cock.

  Lost in arousal, Lyssa didn’t even think about it. She just opened her mouth into a silent scream, and eagerly wrapped her lips about this sexy MMA fighter’s hardness.

  “Oh, God,” Travis groaned, as he felt the deliciously warm, wet sensation of Lyssa’s sweetly sucking mouth. “T-that’s incredible.”

  And it was. Lyssa was a woman of many talents, but ever since her days at high school, giving head had remained a specialty.

  So she eagerly sucked, and slurped on Travis big cock, even as Nikolai fucked her deeply from behind.

  Spit-roasted – thrust back and forth, skewered on long hard shafts from either end – Lyssa squeezed shut her eyes and lost herself in the erotic sensation of this thrilling threesome.

  Thoughts of Silas, and MMA, and her shitty apartment all faded away, as she sunk into the eroticism of being a willing vessel for two hot, hard men to empty themselves into.

  And that’s exactly what they did.

  “Oh, fuuuck, girl,” Travis groaned, stroking Lyssa’s cheek as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

  “Da,” Nikolai panted, as his thrusts grew deeper and faster. “I-I can’t hold out much longer.”

  And that’s when Lyssa pulled her mouth from Travis’ cock, and looked back aggressively over her shoulder.

  Saliva dribbled down her chin, and her eyes were wide and drunk with sex. She eagerly moaned:

  “Then don’t hold out.”

  And then she turned back to Travis, and wrapped her lips eagerly around his cock again.

  “Oh, fuck,” the Texan groaned, “Oh, Jesus…” And then his cock throbbed, and swelled, and he spurted into Lyssa’s mouth.

  “Mmmppgh,” she groaned, eagerly gulping down each salty spurt. “Mmmph!” She sucked him dry, until Travis was begging for mercy.

  And, at the same time, Nikolai sunk himself balls-deep inside of Lyssa, and she felt his cock harden and swell inside of her.

  Wetness flooded her deeply, as he emptied his balls into her eager pussy.

  Squeezing shut her eyes, Lyssa came again, at the sensation of being flooded and filled.

  For a moment, the three of them hung there – all connected by hard cocks and wet, eager orifices. And then the spell was broken – and drained and exhausted, the three of them all collapsed into a sticky tangle of arms and legs.

  With cum dribbling down her thighs, and more plastered on her lips, Lyssa squeezed shut her eyes and shivered deliciously.

  She was sandwiched between two panting, sweaty sex-gods of men – and just for that moment, everything was perfect.

  And she was terrified to open her eyes, because she knew the moment that she did so, she’d remember Silas – and it would instantly destroy this illusion of happiness.

  Chapter Seventy Nine

  Lyssa

  The next couple of weeks disappeared into a blur.

  For a moment, Lyssa could have been forgiven for thinking life had returned to how it was before her big fight with Travis and Nikolai. She was certainly back to seeing them almost each and every night.

  It was only when she needed an overnight bag of clean clothes, or to check her mail, that she returned to her cold, drafty and lonely Jersey City apartment.

  But one Sunday morning – when her two lovers were off on a media trip to Las Vegas – she found herself lazing back in her own uncomfortable bed, in her own drafty apartment, in her pajamas for the first time in weeks.

  Sipping a lukewarm cup of coffee, Lyssa checked her Facebook messages – and then felt a sudden thrill.

  1 message from Silas Batras

  Her finger trembled as she clicked the READ button.

  Ola! We all miss you. We hope you’re well. You don’t write much anymore!

  Lyssa felt a sudden stab of guilt. She’d spent so much time at Travis and Nikolai’s place that she barely opened her Facebook account any more.

  César and Chucho want you to post another video! They loved the last one. Alberte and Celestina send kisses, too.

  Lyssa smiled as she read that. On a whim, she’d recorded a video of herself making goofy faces with the Empire State Building in the background, and apparently the kids had loved it.

  But then her wistful smile faded.

  I wish we could say things are good back here, but we have run into more problems with the Beunaventuras again. Nothing violent this time – but they’re trying to get hold of Bodegas Batras another way.

  There was a link attached, from an English-language news site, and Lyssa clicked it nervously.

  Logroño Officials To Seize Famous Vineyard.

  Local officials in the city of Logroño have filed a controversial order to seize land west of the city, including the vineyard and winemaking facilities of the century-old Bodegas Batras winery.

  Using the controversial Ley Reguladora de la Actividad Urbanística law, which allows the local authorities to seize land ‘for the public good’, the current owners of the Bodegas Batras have just 180 days to buy out the proposed development, before the government officially takes ownership of the land.

  It’s believed part of the seized land will be used for urban development, while the other areas – including Bodegas Batras – will be sold off to cover costs.

  Lyssa gulped as she read that.

  Did she read it right? The local government were going to seize Alberte and Celestina’s winery? Was that even legal?

  Silas answered that question in his continued message:

  It probably sounds weird to you, as an American, but the local government can seize land if they feel they need it – it’s been a big problem with English expats over here. They buy their retirement homes in Spain, and then the local government kicks the family out of them, or builds a road right through their garden.

  But this time, we think the Beunaventuras are involved. Adolphe just got elected to the city council, and we think he’s behind it. When they put up the land for auction, he’s going to buy Bodegas Batras.

  It didn’t actually sound that weird to Lyssa. In America they called it ‘eminent domain.’ She remembered reading about some old broad in Atlantic City who’d had her house seized so Donald Trump could build a parking lot over it.

  But at least in America they gave you ‘fair market value’ for the seized land. As Silas went on:

  Alberte and Celestina won’t get a single Euro if this goes through – and unless we come up with the money to ‘buy out’ the property seizure, it looks like we’re going to lose the winery.

  Lyssa felt sick to her stomach reading that. After all it had taken for Silas to make it home, and reconnect with his family… They were going to lose it all because of crooked politicians?

  To his credit, Silas finished on a high note:

  I wish I had happier news for you, but we’re trying to figure it out. Alberte has hired a lawyer.

  And in other news, Doctor Montoya gave me an ‘all clear’ for my back. I’m working out every day. I’m going to be back to my old form before you know it.

>   He attached a picture of his makeshift gym – now cleaned and lit by a row of florescent lights. The punching bag was gleaming, and the rusty old weights had been replaced with a shining new set.

  Silas himself had sent an awkward ‘selfie’ – and Lyssa gulped dryly as she stared at his handsome face, and the tanned bulk of the bulging bicep he’d revealed by holding the camera in position.

  Just the sight of Silas sent butterflies churning in Lyssa’s stomach, and gave her a needful ache between her legs.

  But oblivious to her sudden arousal, Silas finished innocently enough.

  We miss you, Lyssa. Write soon.

  And then the message ended.

  Lyssa flopped back in her bed, and tried to consider what she’d just read.

  It was horrible. Silas and Alberte were faced with losing their family birthright – and from the sounds of it, there was little they could do. The bodegas was barely staying in business as it was – there was no way they could raise enough money to save the place.

  “Crooks,” she growled, slamming shut her laptop screen. “Fucking crooks.”

  And then throwing back the covers, she slipped from her rickety bed and padded across the creaking floorboards towards her dresser.

  In the weeks she’d spent sleeping with Nikolai and Travis, she’d neglected her personal fitness routine. Now she felt all fired up – and there was a punching bag at her gym that was in for a world of hurt.

  And after seeing Silas’ makeshift gym in that photo, she thought for one crazy second that laying into a punching bag would somehow bring her closer to him.

  Chapter Eighty

  Lyssa

  Steve, Lyssa’s editor, had some bad news the following week.

  “Listen, hun,” he told Lyssa, as she ventured into the run-down offices of the Herald-Tribune, “we’re making cuts, and I just don’t have the budget to send you to Vegas for this heavyweight fight you’ve been so ramped up about.”