Chance takes hold of my chin and forces me to meet his eyes. “What do you mean he groped you?”
I hate the words I have to force over my lips. “He pushed his hand under my shirt and grabbed my breast. It was right before I slammed my head against his to get him off me.” I pull my chin free from Chance’s grasp. “You were probably too busy paying attention to Morgan to notice.”
“Motherfucker,” Chance growls, and the next second he stalks away from me.
Exhausted from the unpleasant experience, I follow after him until I notice he’s heading back toward the arena.
“Chance?” I call out, but he ignores me.
I jog to catch up, and as we rush through the alley, I try to get his attention again. “Chance, what are you doing?”
I really didn’t want to come back here.
The creep notices Chance and gives him a cocky grin, but it gets wiped right off his face by Chance’s fist.
I freeze, my eyes wide as Chance roars, “You fucking touched my woman, Warrick” Chance gets right in the man’s face. I’ve never seen him so angry before, and it scares me.
Warrick. So this is the man Chance challenged for leadership.
Warrick lets out an amused chuckle. “I was hoping to teach your brother a lesson, but seeing as he’s DNA bait, what better way to get back at you than through your newbie.” He shoves at Chance’s chest but doesn’t manage to make him step back.
“You took my leadership position, and I’m stuck here giving demonstrations.” Warrick lets out a disgusted sound. “Besides, I hardly got in a feel. You need to send out a search party to find a set of breasts on that–”
Chance’s fist slams hard into Warrick before he can finish what he’s saying about me. Warrick staggers back, only a step, then Chance grabs the front of the creep’s shirt, his fist slamming into Warrick’s face with brutal force.
Holy crap.
I can’t find it in my heart to worry about Warrick as Chance makes him bleed before letting the man slump to the grass, knocked out cold.
“Fucker.” Chance spits on the unconscious man, then he turns around and stalks toward me. He grabs hold of my bicep, and I’m forced to jog to keep up with him as we leave the arena, cheers breaking out from the stunned crowd.
I have to admit. That’s the first time violence didn’t bother me. I actually liked seeing the idiot getting his butt kicked by my man.
Chapter 4
Jai
I’m out of breath by the time Chance drags me behind a building and shoves me up against the wall. Before I can catch my bearings, he grabs me by my butt and lifts me against his body, his mouth crushing my lips.
I quickly wrap my legs around his waist, the same way Morgan did, but I don’t get to think about her as he yanks my shirt up, and his mouth latches onto my breast.
He doesn’t know which breast Warrick groped, so he pays detailed attention to both until he loses control. He drops me to my feet, and in the beat of a heart, he shoves my jeans down my legs. He only unzips his pants and pushes them down enough to free his cock.
I’m spun around and shoved up against the wall again. As I groan from the force he’s using on me, his hard length tears into me. I can’t keep the cry back as he fills me with a single, painful thrust.
My soul. This is intense.
“Mine,” Chance growls, then his mouth rains kisses over the side of my neck. His teeth nip, and his tongue lashes at my skin while he pounds into me like a possessed man.
I don’t have it in me to worry about us having sex out in public, because Chance’s hand grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. His clear blue eyes burn into mine as he keeps the relentless pace of thrusting mercilessly into me.
“You’re fucking mine, Jasper.”
“I am,” I breathe the words he wants to hear. “Yours.” Pleasure snakes around all my muscles, tensing my body.
With an almost painful thrust, Chance forces my pleasure to seize my body with mindblowing convulsions. His palm covers my mouth as I cry out from the intense ecstasy.
When he buries himself to the hilt inside me, finding his own release, he hisses, “Christ, little one. You own me.”
Stuck between Chance’s hard body and a brick wall, I’m glad for the support because my legs can’t keep me standing right now.
We gasp for air, then Chance peels me away from the wall and plasters my back to his chest. He grips my breasts in his hands, his fingers biting into my skin.
His voice is low and deadly. “Next time a man touches what’s mine, you don’t stop until you’ve killed him.”