And I knew the moment he was aware I was watching him. His shoulders rolled back, his knuckles turning white as he held on to the bag tighter.
He never wore protective gear, and I wondered if that was a lasting effect of how he’d been trained. It wasn’t exactly like underground cage fighting had regulation rules.
He slowly turned around, his head lowered, his eyes trained on me. He let his gaze travel up and down my body. Although I couldn’t hear anything but the angry, violent music he always listened to while he worked out, I swore I could hear his hum of approval.
I hadn’t bothered changing out of my leotard and leggings, the skintight material leaving nothing to the imagination. My nipples tightened and, as if it were a massive neon sign, Kostya looked at my breasts, his eyes seeming to grow heavier, darker.
He only watched me for a prolonged moment before he turned and walked to the stereo system, shutting the music off, and then faced me once more.
He crossed his thick, bulging arms across his wide chest and leaned against the wall, taking on an easygoing stance.
“You know what it does to me to see you in your little ballerina outfits?”
My heart raced faster and my pussy became wetter. I wanted him and, by the look on his face and the very prominent erection tenting the front of his workout shorts, Kostya was all about wanting me too.
I knew exactly what these outfits did to him. Couldn’t say I was exactly sorry about it either.
I pushed off the doorframe and took a step into the gym, although it kind of felt like I was walking into the lion’s den.
“I know,” I whispered and took another step forward. “Also, when are you going to stop following me to and from work, or having some lackey doing it?” I felt like changing the subject might take that feral look off Kostya’s face—then again, maybe I didn’t want it gone.
Because when he lost control, it was one of the most instantly attractive things I’d ever witnessed.
He smirked but it was anything but humorous. It seemed such a sadistic act, one that made my pussy soaked.
“You wanted to work in the city and I was all about giving you your independence, sweetheart, even if it went against every protective instinct in me to let you spread your wings.” He pushed away from the wall and came closer. “But if you think for one minute I’d ever let you be unguarded…” He slowly shook his head. “So if I can’t be there watching you, I sure as fuck am gonna make sure there’s eyes on you to report back to me so I can make sure you’re safe.”
I slowly licked my lips.
“Not that I want anyone but myself watching your pretty ass…” He came closer and I found myself moving one back.
He stalked me like a predator. I was his prey.
We did this dance until my back met the wall, and Kostya was towering over me. I tipped my head back to look into his face.
“I want to tear this flimsy—but sexy as fuck—outfit off you.” He slammed a palm on the cinder block beside my head and leaned in. “I want to just look at you all soft and pink and perfect.”
He slammed his left palm on the other side of my head and leaned in closer. His lips were barely touching mine now. I wanted him to kiss me and moaned, but he pulled back when I leaned forward, stopping our mouths from fully pressing together.
He retreated back, flicking his gaze up and down my body.
“How badly do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”
Could he see—hear—how fast my heart was beating?
“Yeah,” he groaned. “Yeah, you want me to fuck you really badly, don’t you?” He ran his thumb over his bottom lip. “You want me to make that tight little pussy sore?”
I couldn’t hold my moan in, and he smirked all arrogant-like.
“I’ll only give you one choice right now. But only one.”
Oh, he was playing dirty tonight.
“You can either take off the prima ballerina outfit, or ask me like a good girl to tear it off of you before I fuck you.”
“You—” I didn’t even get the words out before he was ripping the clothes off me as easily as if they were tissue paper.
And when I stood before him naked, when he pressed his body to mine and I felt the huge length of his dick grinding against my belly, I couldn’t stop myself from biting his bottom lip and then dragging my tongue over the flesh.
Before I knew it, Kostya had me on my back, the cold blue mat beneath me only cooling my body for a second before it got all slippery and wet from our sweaty bodies.