Page 64 of Deadly Wrath

“Careful what you wish for,” he whispers, lips barely brushing my jaw, sending a delicious shiver down my spine as his hands tighten around my wrists. My pulse is a runaway train, my breath is shallow and quick. I should pull away.Any minute now, Liv. Then he suddenly lets go and takes a step back.

I immediately grab onto the cage for support because weak knees and hot mafia men don’t mix.

“Let’s get started,” Alessio says, like he didn’t completely mind-fuck me. He turns away, but not before giving my ass a quick spank that leaves a zing shooting straight through me.

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Alessio

Ever since theSirenaclimbed into my bed the first time, I’ve been sporting a hard-on. Seeing her in these tight-ass leggings isn’t helping. Sure, I brought her here to teach her some moves, but fuck, now I’ve got other moves in mind. I can’t stop thinking about how good she feels under me and how much I want to sink into her tight pussy until she’s screaming my name.

Get your shit together, man.

I start with easy footwork and jabs, nothing fancy, it’s just to see how she moves. Her footwork is good, and she’s right on me, with every pivot and slip. It’s interesting, most people I bring here wouldn’t last a minute. But she’s not like most people.

The second I raise my guard, she surprises me by dropping low for a single-leg takedown, grabbing my right leg and sweeping it aside before I can sprawl. The move is clean, like she’s drilled it a million times. I landon my ass with a grunt, more shocked because the littleSirenacan’t actually hurt me. Normally, I’d sprawl and stuff that attempt, but she caught me off guard.

Did not see that coming.

Olivia pounces, swinging her leg across my hips in a textbook mount, her knees pinning my sides. She straddles me, looking so smug it’s infuriating. Still, that victory lasts only a second before I bridge hard, flipping us with a classic MMA reversal, dumping her off to one side until I hover over her. Now I’m on top, pressing her into the mat. The second I feel her cunt against me, soaked through those damn leggings, my cock twitches.

Fuck, already dripping for me.

Her breath hitches, and my pulse spikes at the feel of her inner thighs pressed tight around me. I lean in, hips grinding down. She tries to push up, creating space, but I only grind harder.

“You’re holding back,” I taunt in a low voice. The fact that she knows her moves and isn’t afraid to use them. I’m fucking impressed.

She shrugs, acting all nonchalant and shit. “Maybe I want you to think that.”

I like her thinking she has the upper hand. I know she’s holding back. I’m not sure if she thinks she could really hurt me, she won’t, or if she’s hiding something.

She wants to play dirty? Challenge accepted, Sirena.I shift my weight, slip an arm around her waist, and pin her on her back. I’m gentle, this not how I’d treat a random sparring partner. One glove comes off, and I slide my hand under her waistband and bite back a groan.

She tries to glare at me, but her cheeks are flushed, and I feel her hips pressing into my hand like she can’t help it. I smirk because she’s already half gone, and we’ve barely started.

I pull away, and Liv jumps to her feet. We get back into standard grappling, minus my gloves, because I’m more interested in pinning her for an entirely different reason. Next thing I know, she sweeps me off balance with a kick I never saw coming. She hooks her leg around mine, and I hit the mat again, mostly for show because I have other intentions.

She tries to mount me once more, but I twist, using a knee shield to shove her off. We scramble to our feet, and she’s glaring daggers. Good, the more fire she brings, the more fun this’ll be.

“Let’s make a deal,” I say, rolling my neck. “If I make you come before this round ends, you sleep in my bed tonight. And no more whining about marriage shit.”

She lifts a brow, now taking off her gloves. “And ifImakeyoucome first?”

“I’ll tie you to my bed tonight,” I shoot back, wiping the sweat off my brow. “And fuck you so hard, you won’t remember your name.” I’m not subtle, and neither is she. The flash in her eyes tells me she’s picturing all the ways this can go down.

She taps her chin, pretending to think it over. “If we’re being fair, when I win, I want a day out of your gilded cage.”

I shake on it without a single fucking hesitation, because I already know how this ends.

Olivia is fucking spunky and fights me with everything she’s got. I could put her on her ass immediately, but where’s the fun in that? I prefer letting her think she has the upper hand.

We square up again, both ready to strike. She attacks, and I drop, but before I know it, she’s on top of me, legs wrapped around me like she’s going to take me down. I flip us so fast the room spins. Her back hits the mat, and my body pins her.

I hook her leg in a half-guard pass before driving my knee across her thigh to hold her down. She wriggles, but I’ve got her exactly where I want her. My hand grips her throat, andinstead of backing off, my hips grind against her soaked cunt. She sucks in a breath, and I can practically feel the wet spot growing between her legs.

I bear down, and she tries to shove me away, but I grin, that cocky grin that gets under her skin. She feels every inch of me through her leggings.

My face drifts closer, my warm breath brushes against her face.Damn, she feels good.I lock eyes with her, narrowing mine.

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