Page 37 of Whiskey Sour
Once he’s right in front of me, we both look at the commissioner and wait for his signal. As soon as he tips his chin, the fight starts.
And it’s way too fucking easy.
Just because he’s big doesn’t mean he knows how to use his size to his advantage. He’s slow, sluggish, and it makeseverything he does predictable. He doesn’t put his weight behind his punches, and it makes them superficial at best. Sure, he gets a few hits in, but I absorb them all the way I’ve learned how to.
But at leastIknow how to fight.
So I use my size to my advantage. I put my weight behind my punches. I make sure to inflict maximum damage with each move. So perfectly timed. Almost like a dance.
It makes me feel like a fuckingking.
When the fight is over, and the blood is spilled, I roar. I beat my hands against my bare chest and do a spin for the crowd. I take in their cheers, their boos, their attention. Looking down at my weak opponent, I spit at his feet.
Because I won.
And I’m going to fucking celebrate tonight.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Skylar
I stickmy tongue out of my mouth as I mess with my roots.
The dirty blond is starting to show again and I glance at the bottles on the bathroom counter to see what I should choose next. Aqua is pretty, but I do get kind of bored with it. Orange could be fun… unless it would make me look like a Cheeto. I haven’t had hot green in a second either.
I’m stopped when I hear the unmistakable sound of the thousands of locks on the front door unbolting. Cassius has been paranoid about security ever since there was a break-in a couple of doors down a few months ago, so every time he comes home, it’s very obvious. My heart immediately perks up knowing he’s home. He went out to his boxing gym tonight while I took a nice bubble bath and enjoyed my time off work. I’m not the greatest cook, but I hope he notices the meal I left for him on the kitchen table. It’s just a prepackaged meal I bought at the grocery store, but?—
A hard hand clamping down on the back of my neck has me yelping. I would freak out if I didn’t know that touch by heart. Cassius yanks me back, spins me around, and crashes his lips against mine. Trying to recover from the shock, I flail and knock over all the bottles on the counter, but he doesn’t care. Instead,he anchors his hands under my ass and lifts me onto the surface, dumping me roughly and forcing my legs to wrap around his waist.
“C-Cass,” I stutter, only able to break the kiss for a single moment before his mouth is on me again. It’s a feeling of utter domination, of being claimed, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. With my stomach swooping, I throw my hands around his neck and drag him down so I can give in properly. After a second, I grow a bit dizzy, so I place a hand on his chest to push him back. “W-What are you d-doing?”
“Want you,” he growls as he nips right under my chin. Without asking permission, he’s shoving my shirt up until it catches on my jaw, and I have no choice but to lift my arms for him. “Need you, sunshine.”
I nod rapidly and cry out when he grips me through my shorts. “Okay, yeah, totally. We can go to my room and mess around?—”
“No,” he snarls, one long purposeful stroke driving me mad. “Now.”
I can only give him a single nod before I’m slipped off the counter and spun over. I’m bent in half, and he reaches to force my hands to hold on to the faucet.
“Don’t move them,” he commands into my ear, taking a moment to nip at my lobe as he pulls my shorts over my ass. He hums in appreciation as he smooths his hand across one cheek. “So fucking perfect. You stay right here, sunshine. Don’t move a fucking muscle.”
I whimper at his tone. So authoritative. So demanding. Like he won’t take no for an answer, even though we both know that if I wanted this to stop, it’d stop. I hear his footsteps receding as he goes into the other room, and I try to wait as patiently as I can, but it’s hard. My dick is trapped uncomfortably between the edge of the counter, but the bite of pain issonice. Istart thrusting lightly, rubbing myself, trying to get some much-needed friction until he returns.
After two minutes, I start to whine. He’s taking his sweet time, and while I don’t know what he has planned, he has to do something.Now. I’m dying over here.
“Cassy!” I call out, gripping the faucet harder as I try to rein in my control and not break his command. “Please! Come back!”
I don’t know what makes tears spring to my eyes. I’m not usually a crier during sex, but I feel so beautifully powerless right now. I’m being forced to wait for something I really want—something I’m assuming will end in mutual orgasms—and it’s such a sweet torture.
Finally, Cassius’s hand lands on the back of my head. He pets me softly, but his tone is still harsh and gruff when he speaks. “Are you crying because you think I’m not going to give you what you need?”
I sniffle through a nod, and he chuckles.
“Oh, don’t you worry about that. You’re going to get off, sunshine. Just be my good princess and let me take care of you. Do you trust me to take care of you?”
“I trust you with everything,” I say. I try to let go of the faucet so I can turn and kiss him, but he pushes me back down when I try to stand. “Please, I just want to?—”
“I don’t care what you want,” he says. “All you have to do is just take it.”
