The sounds of my gloves hitting the bag and the rattle of the chain as it bounces with every hit I make is all it takes to put me in a meditative state. This is my religion. Always has been. This is where I go to atone for my sins and where I seek redemption.
Giving the bag one last hard punch, I walk away, tossing the gloves and wraps into the ring before I go through the door that leads to my apartment. All I want is a hot shower and a few hours of sleep. My muscles ache from all the punches I’ve thrown, and I think about going into the boxing locker room and soaking in the hot tub or even sitting in the sauna, but I’m too tired to put forth the effort.
I stand under the hot spray, letting it ease the tension out of my shoulders and neck. My muscles start to feel better, but my cock is having none of it. As soon as I stopped punching and thoughts of Gina entered my head again, I was rock hard. What is it about this girl? Women throw themselves at me all the time. What makes this one so damn special?
I can’t stop thinking about the way she looked at me. There was a sweetness to it that I’ve never seen in any other woman’s eyes. They usually look hungry for me, much like Gina did, but unlike her, they all look hungry for everything else as well. They want my money, they want the prestige of being on my arm, but none of them actually give a shit about me.
Reminding myself that she’s the police chief’s daughter and how stupid it would be to get involved with her when he’s already breathing down my neck doesn’t stop my hand from reaching down to grip my cock. There’s no harm in jerking off to her, I tell myself.
Bracing one hand against the tiled wall, I stroke myself in a fast rhythm, needing to relieve some of this pressure and come as soon as possible. I remember the way she’d looked in that tight dress earlier, the way her grey eyes had held mine, the obstinate way she’d stuck her chin out.
In my mind, I don’t let her leave. She doesn’t walk out my door. Instead, I grab her and bend her over my couch, roughly pulling her dress up and fisting her hair in my hand, pulling it so hard that it lifts her head back and up, giving me a view of her gorgeous, pouty mouth.
As I stroke my cock harder and faster, I imagine ripping her panties off, tossing them aside, and spreading her legs wide. She’s begging me to fuck her, arching her perfect ass up to me, and when I slam my cock into her, she screams as I dig my other hand into her hip, keeping her still. Imagining my hand is her tight, little pussy, I think about fucking her hard and fast.
My body tenses, and I let out a feral groan, shooting my load with a force that has me slamming the side of my fist against the wall. As pleasure races over me, all I can think about is how much I wish I was shooting all this straight into Gina. My need to claim every part of her is enough to make it clear that I need to stay the fuck away from her. If I don’t, then she’ll become my weakness.
And I don’t have any fucking weaknesses.
I turn the shower off with more force than necessary and wrap a towel around my waist. My mind won’t shut off, but I’m hoping my body’s exhaustion will take over and I’ll at least be able to get a few hours of sleep. Yanking the towel off, I run it over my upper body and head before tossing it aside and crawling under the covers naked.
The last thing I remember thinking about is my face buried between Gina’s legs and then I get a few moments of peaceful oblivion before I hear my alarm go off, forcing me awake. My training schedule is intense, and I never skip a day, but I think I’d be tempted to if Gina were here in bed with me now. I tell my brain to shut the fuck up and toss the blankets aside, walking to the bathroom naked.
It doesn’t take long before I’m heading out in the early morning fog for my run. Pulling my hoodie up, I set a steady pace and soon find myself in that meditative state that I only seem to be able to find when I’m pushing myself physically. The miles fly by and soon I’m back at the club. There are a few early birds already there hitting the bags or lifting weights. I give them a quick nod before starting on my pull-ups.
The next two hours fly by, and by the time I’m done, I’m sweaty as fuck but pumped with the rush of adrenaline that I always get after exercising. After taking a quick shower, I spend the rest of the day going over the books with Aleksei.
Bringing him on as our accountant is one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. He approached me after Nikolai and I started the boxing club. His parents moved to America when he was young, and after he got his degree in accounting, he said he wanted to put it to good use. Turns out he has a knack for hiding funds and setting up illegal betting. He’s only twenty-nine, so we’ve all kind of taken him under our wings. Aside from his moment of stupidity the other night, he’s always been an asset.
“So you want me to keep putting off the next fight?”
I hand him back the iPad he was using to show me our spreadsheets and say, “Yeah, I want Belov to get off my fucking back before I step in that ring again. The man’s got a fucking hard-on for me, I swear.”
Aleksei laughs. “Must run in the family, I guess. His daughter sure seemed to have a thing for you, too.”
“Just another exuberant fan,” I mutter. “Someone wanting a quick fuck.”
He leans back in the chair and studies me. “I don’t think so, Dima. Jamie was telling me about her.”
“The blonde friend?”
“Yeah, she said Gina’s been obsessed with you for quite some time. I didn’t get the impression she was a boxing whore.”
“Maybe,” I shrug, wanting to drop the subject.
Sensing my mood, Aleksei stands and asks, “You coming to the club tonight?”
“I might stop by later. I want to finish up a couple of things first.”
He gives me a nod before leaving. Most of the guys hang out at the club at night. They drink for free and none of them are going to pass up the chance to get laid. Women are never in short supply at the Arctic Fox.
Instead of joining them, I place a few orders for some equipment we need at the club and set up a schedule for the boxing classes that we teach. I hate paperwork, but it’s a necessary evil. I’ve completely forgotten about the club when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Taking it out, I read the short text from Aleksei and grit my teeth.
She just walked in.
I don’t even need to ask whosheis. I know he’s talking about Gina, and I can’t believe she had the nerve to walk back into my fucking club. I stand up with enough force to knock my chair back and storm toward the door to the club. When I throw it open, Ivan, the bouncer standing guard, takes one look at my face and quickly steps aside.
Dance music throbs so loudly it feels like it’s pulsing in my veins. I scan the room, ignoring everyone who’s not her. It doesn’t take me long to spot her. She’s with her friend again, and the two of them are sitting at a table not far from the dance floor. Staying in the shadows so she can’t see me, I watch her, amazed and irritated that just the sight of her can make me so fucking hard.