They looked into each other’s eyes. He could see her strength, her vulnerability, see deep down past all the hardened layers. She had the heart of a fighter. All Drago wanted was a chance to make her happy, to show her a new life away from everything she knew.
“Kiss me.”
He complied, brushing his lips against hers before kissing her softly, gently. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“You don’t have to lie to me, Drago. You’ve already hit home base.”
“I’m not lying.” He kissed her jawline, then suckled her earlobe, teasing her erogenous zone until she whined and writhed beneath him. She smelled like vanilla and tasted just as sweet. He began to thrust, sliding in and out of her hot little cunt. Her strong legs wrapped around his hips. Drago fucked her harder, increasing the tempo. He’d trained all his life, so his stamina was off the charts. He could take her all night long.
“I’m going to come again…”
He combed his fingers into her hair, tugging her head back and not letting go. The beautiful line of her neck was exposed, her skin sweat-glistened. “Say you’re mine, Belle. Say you’re mine and I’ll come inside you. You’ll win the bet.”
She shook her head but winced when he tugged her hair. “I don’t want to play anymore.”
He released his grip, barely able to keep himself from coming. “This was never just a bet to me, Belle. I just wanted you to let go of your inhibitions. To take a risk on us.”
She wet her lips, and his cock twitched inside her. Her eyes looked watery. Was she on the verge of crying?
“I’m yours,” she said.
“Do you mean it? I want you to mean it.”
Her muscles clamped down around his erection. “I belong to you, Drago.”
He cursed, reaching between them to toy with her clit as he kissed her neck. She moaned and held his head close. “I’m going to fuck you so often and so thoroughly you’ll never remember any man but me.” He slid both arms under her shoulders and proceeded to keep his promise, pistoning in and out of her hungry cunt until his entire bed knocked against the wall, the glass bottles of cologne on his dresser falling over.
“Yes,” she cried, her whole body quivering as she milked his cock.
He allowed himself to let go, filling her with his cum. Drago pumped his hips a few more times, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction, then rolled to the side.
“You killed me,” he said.
She settled in the crook of his arm, painting patterns over his slick chest with a finger. “Is that why they don’t want the male fighters having sex before a match?”
“Yeah, it takes a lot out of a man. Being pent up has its benefits in the ring.”
“Good thing you don’t fight anymore.” He glanced to his side and she smiled at him. “And I won the bet.”
“I thought you didn’t care about bets.”
“I like winning.”
“You so sure you won?”
“I felt it when you came, and I still feel you dripping down my thighs,” she said.
“I should clean you up, baby.” He attempted to sit up, but she pulled him back down.
“I don’t mind. I just want to stay this way.”
He ran his fingers through her hair, holding her close. “Do you regret this? You and me?” Drago wasn’t supposed to be the one with insecurities, but she had power over him, even if she didn’t realize it.
“Do you?”
“I’ve never been happier. I only regret not taking a chance years ago. Before Mikey.”
She pushed herself up, her forearms on his chest. “I don’t want to hear that name, Drago. I’m yours, remember? That was the deal, and I’m sticking with it.”
He took a cleansing breath. “Good girl.” He lifted up to kiss her, but she pushed his chest down.
“I remember this one,” she said, trailing her finger over a crescent shaped scar on his chest. “It was after a fight in the alleyway. Those guys cut you with a broken bottle.” They had so much history together, more than he even realized.
“And I put all three of them in the hospital.”
“Should I be afraid of you, Drago?” She leaned over him, kissed the scar, then moved higher. Her lips felt like heaven against his skin.
“I’d never hurt you, Belle. You’re my woman now. I’ll do anything for you.”
He had a feeling he’d need to live up to that promise considering her own father wanted her dead.
Chapter Nine
The following morning, Belle sat on the window seat and stared out across the city. She’d pulled on one of Drago’s shirts and sipped at the awful coffee she’d made. Not that coffee really needed much in the way of effort. Far from it. Water, instant coffee, milk. That was what she enjoyed, what she’d become used to.
Luxury was something she’d never enjoyed or earned.