Page 112 of Prince Charming

“You’re looking at the champ like he’s a plate full of Thanksgiving gravy you want to slurp up.” Roux nudged her, laughing.

Ohhh.

The fight had turned her on.

God. Yes, of course she was horny. Her knees pressed tightly together.

Seeing him grappling, the sweat dripping off his torso; the shorts molded to his lean frame. She’d become hotter and hotter with the passing minutes.

Now the desire was ringing in her ears and buzzing her clit.

Needing himbadly.

Never would she have thought a show of violence would turn her on.

If she could, she would have crawled over the top of the chairs just to get to him.

In a sea of hundreds, his blue-blue eyes sought hers and held firm.

Touching her with invisible fingers, claiming her in ways she’d never been claimed before.

Everything within Marianna flamed to life.

Her clothes felt restrictive, her breaths labored as she ate him up.

The moment felt private…personalonly to them, and she smiled shyly as he winked. Floodgates burst wide, making her inhale hard as she went on watching him.

It was then a shrieking scream of “there’s my baby champ!” cut in.

Marianna’s head snapped around to see Sofia standing on a chair, wearing a red bodycon dress, her golden hair cascading down her back.

She got a sick, perverse pleasure when Tag never looked her way.

Minutes went by. Tag left the cage and headed toward the back rooms.

Only half tuning in when Butcher and Roux were speaking to her. Marianna was far too busy bursting out of her skin.

You don’t fall in love with men like Tag. You getconsumedby them.

Marianna, in such a short time, was consumed.

The realization hit her out of nowhere. How crumbly her defense walls had been against him for a long time.

She’d been falling in love with him forever.

Her traitorous, begging heart no longer walled up in titanium keeping her safe. It sprang a leak, inviting Tag inside.

She had the sluttiest heart.

Doors wide open.

Subservient need waiting.

Feeling hot and sticky, she excused herself for a breath of fresh air outside. She didn’t know if she were to wait for Tag or if Butcher and Roux would take her home. Phone in hand to text congratulations to Tag when a set of muscular arms came around her from behind and a face she knew out of thousands buried in the side of her neck.

“You are not leaving.”

“I wasn’t.” she said breathily, slipping her phone away. “I was about to text you.”

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