Page 61 of Heir of Fire
Finn nodded his head, walking over to the fully stocked bar and picking up a bottle. “I have. Not my favorite place to fight though. I prefer something less sterile and stuck up. But this was the only place with a fight happening and I know you love to watch them.”
Her mouth dropped open. “I do not love to watch fights.”
He placed two glasses on the table and took a seat beside her. “You’re a terrible liar.”
“I show up to Fight Night because it’s a part of the festivities and all the girls go,” she said.
She hated the way his eyes could read right through every word that was escaping her lips. She swallowed harshly but kept her eyes locked on his.
He opened the bottle, shaking his head in amusement. “Even though I’m usually up in that ring, I see what happens in the stands before my fight. Hell, a lot of the time I see what happens during my fight too. I see you, princess, every single time.”
“How?”
“Well, you’re usually wearing pink so naturally you catch my gaze every single time.”
Gianna huffed, rolling her eyes. “It’s my favorite color. Kill me.”
“But you’re always up front too, watching the fights with this admiration in your eyes. Even when they get gruesome, you keep your eyes locked on them in awe like you can’t look away. At my fight, fuck, at every one of my fights, you always looked at me that way.” Finn shook his head, pouring the liquid into the glasses for both of them. “I know you like the fights, and I know you bet on me every single time. I just don’t know why you do.”
She licked her lips, grabbing one of the glasses and swallowing it down in one gulp. Fuck, did he have to ask these types of questions now of all times? He was so much more inquisitive than people gave him credit for, that was for sure.
“How did you know about the betting?” That was her first question.
“I have access to the records.” He drank his own drink, pouring both of them another one.
“I don’t like all fights, you’re wrong about that,” she said. “I like yours.”
Finn stopped what he was doing. “Why?”
“Can I lie?” she asked.
He shook his head with a grin. “I would prefer you didn’t.”
A sigh left her lips. “When you fight, it’s like art. Just like with my dancing, you move with grace, with a method. It’s not just fighting for you like it is for other people; it’s more. Because of that, betting against you would be stupid.”
He set the bottle on the table, instead wrapping his hands in her hair and pulling his lips to hers. It was unexpected, but she accepted it all the same. She had expected him to say something, but in her experience, sometimes there weren’t enough words, or at the very least good enough words, to fully encapsulate exactly what that feeling was.
Hell, he had made her feel it far too many times so now she recognized it.
Finn pulled back, a look akin to obsession in his eyes. It sent a shiver down her spine, heat tightening in her core.
“You probably should have lied to me, Gianna,” he said, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“Why?” Her voice was small and unsure.
“Because I’m afraid I’m never going to let you go now. Not in this lifetime, not even the next. You’re mine, princess.”
She opened her mouth to say something. What? She didn’t even know what she would have said. It didn’t matter anyway. His mouth was on hers again, pulling her body onto his lap while he devoured her with every single fiber of his being he had to offer.
The lights dimmed and the announcers began to call out the fighters for the first round. Gianna pulled away this time, completely breathless. “The fight is starting.”
“I don’t give a shit,” he growled. His mouth latched onto her neck, licking and sucking on the skin in a heated frenzy. Her eyes closed in pleasure, the moisture between her legs only growing worse with every touch.
“I thought you wanted to watch it.”
“I have something so much more fucking entertaining right here, princess.”
He ground his hips against hers, allowing her to feel the cock that strained against his slacks. It swiped against her slit, eliciting a loud moan from her mouth that she quickly tried to cover up.
