Page 9 of Sweet Girl

My heart flips over in my chest, butterflies taking flight in the pit of my stomach. Not wanting to hold eye contact or dissect such a profound statement, I return my gaze to the ring just as Dom and Cruz hug and turn their attention to me. Dom walks to the ropes and squats to be closer to eye level with me.

“My love. Are you ready?” His thick Russian accent is a sensual caress over my entire body.

“I am.”

Bracing my hands on the edge, I start to pull myself up when Aidan’s hands grab my waist, picking me up like I weigh nothing at all, making it easier to haul myself into the ring. His fingers press deeply into my hips, and I don’t miss the low hum he makes before he releases me.

Dom is on the other side, waiting for me, pulling his gloves and tape off so that he’s free to work out with me. Cruz climbs out of the ring, degloving, and takes up the vacated spot next to Aidan. Lovely, they’re sticking around to watch. Dom and I have been working out together the last few months, just the two of us, after everyone has cleared out for the night. It makes focusing so much easier knowing no one else is around.

I step into the middle of the ring, ready for whatever Dom has planned for me tonight.

He comes into my space, towering above me as he places his hands on each side of my face, leaning down to kiss me. Just before our lips touch, I speak up.

“Are they staying?”

“Kiss me,milaya devochka.”

Sweet girl. Dom grips me around the waist, jerking my body flush against his, claiming my lips in a brutal kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. My legs weaken, and a buzzing noise fills my head as I lose myself in the embrace, the world around us fading away. His tongue swipes against my lips, and I open eagerly for him, loving how deeply he kisses me. It’s all-consuming.

The moment he releases his hold on me, I stumble backward, falling against a firm chest. A thick arm circles my waist as a hand bounds my mouth, pulling me flush against them. I was so lost to Dom I forgot where I was and what we were doing. No one has ever joined Dom and me during a lesson before and I’m unprepared for one of them to catch me off guard.

My eyes must be huge because Dom flinches, no doubt reading the terror in my expression.

My mind becomes hazy as a flashback of this same position slams into me, true fear taking over and erasing all the progress I’ve made over the last few months training with Dom. The hard dick against my lower back signals that I’m in danger and need to escape. But I don’t remember how.

I jerk against the hold, wiggling in his arms and making unintelligible sounds against the palm of his hand around my mouth as I gasp for air. I struggle and fight to free myself but he’s so goddamn strong.

“Emma.”

I freeze. Dom’s voice breaks through my inner turmoil, demanding my attention and breaking the grip that fear has over me.

I center my eyes on him and work to steady my breathing and clear my mind.

“Focus,moya lyubov’,remember how to fight back.”

I close my eyes for a brief moment to center myself, finding my calm so I can use my head and get out of this. Inhaling deeply, my senses are overtaken by the smell of leather and tobacco.

Cruz.

Ready to fight back, I brace my body against him, and with all the power I can muster, slam my elbow back into his ribs and drop all of my weight forward. His grip around my waist loosens just enough for me to spin out of his hold. He’s quick to reach for me again, but this time I’m ready. Pulling back a punch, I don’t hold back, his warning earlier a loud echo in my head.

“Careful, angel. I like the pain.”

He dodges the swing and lunges for my torso, tackling me down to the ground, the air whooshing from my lungs as we hit the mat. My legs wrap around his waist, my back arching as I squeeze with everything I have. He releases a heavy breath as my hands move up to press against his face, forcing him to bow backward. He’s quick to gather my wrists, forcing them above my head, and it’s then that I feel the hard length at my core, pressing into my center.

The sadistic assholeenjoysthis.

Dropping my legs from around his waist, I drive my heel, repeatedly, into the back of his thigh. His breathing hitches on every impact. Deciding I need to get out from under him, I use everything I have to buck him off and flip us. It takes me a few attempts, but I’m eventually able to get my feet flat on the ground, using my hips and the floor to flip us, forcing him to free my wrists.

“Fuuuuuuuck!!!” I scream, running on pure adrenaline because fighting Cruz is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to physically do. It’s obvious he is only trying to restrain me, but he doesn’t seem to be going easy on me at all.

Once I’m on top of him, something snaps. I rain punches down on his chest and stomach, and his forearms come up, bracing against my onslaught to protect his face. I pour all of my frustration, my anger, my fear, and hurt into each hit. All I see is red, and I scream again at the top of my lungs.

Before I know what’s happening, Cruz sits up, collecting my arms at my sides and holding me close to him in his lap. My legs fall to wrap around his waist while I heave in big breaths of air.

“Breathe, angel. You did so well. Just breathe.” His voice is barely a whisper as he speaks the words into my ear. His hard cock presses heavy on my core, my pussy throbbing and aching in response. I feel the wetness dampening my leggings, and I stand quickly to put space between us, feeling lit up from the inside out.

My eyes search for Dom as Cruz climbs out of the ring.

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