Page 41 of Steel Rain

Ajax

Sheneededanoutlet,and I was happy to provide. She struck, I dodged. She did a very powerful one-two combo, landing it right into the scarred side of my abdomen. If the nerves weren’t fried, that would have probably brought me to my knees. Thankfully, it didn’t.

Me giving in too soon wouldn’t help her. Nor was me taking her down and forcing her to submit.

She needed to beat something. To control and overpower something. I could serve that purpose.

I could be the willow that bends in her hurricane.

She lunged, and I let her take me down, her body mounting high on my stomach, her knees at my armpit. She struck me, a hard fist on my face. The familiar sting and swell on my cheek made my blood run hot. And from more than just the pain. The next three hits I dodged or blocked, moving my legs as I shifted from side to side to break her growing momentum.

I trapped her leg in mine and flipped us over, ready to pin her down, but she managed to escape, coming back to her feet.

Round two was just as menacing, her movements fast like a whip, agile and determined. I was a wall, accepting the assault and strike.

She was beautiful in her ferocity. Her face scowled, her teeth bared, her knuckles white with fury. That was the first sign that she would lose. She was too far into her emotions to see the battlefield. She was blinded by red, and I could dance around her. Tiring her.

She didn’t need me to defeat her – though she would end up submitting to me. She needed me to accept her punishments because she couldn’t punish who she really needed to.

After a dodge, a jab, a kick to my outer thigh, I let her hit me again and again, but I could mitigate each one. Once she started showing the signs of tiring, I knew I was close to the end. Her eyes cleared, as she fell from her anger, into the pit of despair. This was the opening I needed. This was when she would need me to come to her, and prevent her savage drop as rage turned into sadness.

But I would, like water on the rock, gently carve her with caresses. I could turn her mind to something else to prevent her from falling too deep.

I fell into her, taking her down to the mat in a harsh thud. I broke her fall, stopping our momentum before she hit the mat and let her land gently on the padded ground.

Then I broke the rules. I placed a controlling hand around her slender throat as her legs wrapped around my waist.

I tightened my grip around her neck and took one of her wrists in mine, planting it hard against the mat.

“I’m done being your punching bag now, Snow White,” I leaned down until my face was near hers.

Her breaths were ragged. Her chest heaved up and down, and one flick, her Gi would open to reveal, what I knew in my soul, to be two creamy breasts. The only question would be if those nipples would be brown, or pink. Whatever the answer, they’d be delicious.

My mouth watered with the thought of sinking my teeth into that round flesh, leaving my mark on her snowy skin.

“Snow White?” Her eyes were as silver as the blade of a ka-bar. Light and glinting in the light.

“I think it’s appropriate,” I said with a slight grin. “Have you gotten it out of your system? Are you ready to tell me what I need to know?”

She feebly struggled, but my hand on her throat tightened. Her wrist was still planted to the ground. She had worn herself down with her little temper tantrum and didn’t have the strength to fight me now.

“What do you need to know?” She gritted her teeth after discovering that she had no escape.

I leaned down, running my nose from the base of her jaw, up to the shell of her ear, into her sweat-soaked hair.

Maybe there was something to pheromones, and the body’s natural scent unleashing sexual desire. My cock certainly responded to her, and my tongue was thick with the anticipation of her taste.

Without meaning to, my hips jutted forward, rubbing my shaft against the apex of her thighs. Her eyes shuttered closed, her lips parting in desire as she took in a breath, her chest arching forward to meet me. God, were those her nipples rubbing against my chest through our fighting tops? Despite the rough fabric, I could still feel two distinct little points, hard and needy, pressing against my chest.

When her eyes opened again, the anger had thawed, leaving nothing but the molten heat of lust in those gorgeous eyes.

I had never, ever, fucked someone on the sacred mats of my practice. I had never even considered it. And I had fought women before. I had trained Rose Legaspi. A woman that was arguably more beautiful than the woman beneath me now, but she didn’t stir these feelings. She didn’t arouse these ferocious, primal desires.

Sinead Flanagan was created, piece by piece, to be my greatest temptation. From the crook of her nose, to those angled brows. Her lips parted, and I noticed those angled teeth. Her canines were just a little crooked, giving her the look of fangs.

I wanted to run my tongue over those teeth, to feel their razor sharpness and feel the thrill of danger.

“What do you want to know?” Her throaty little voice asked again, drawing me from the reverie of all the sensations she awoke inside me.

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