Excuseme? Itwisttolookbackathim.MybreathingisawreyAndifhedoes* Knoxsmiles.ThenIfearyoulljusthavetostarvesome more Ibarelyhavetimetoprocessthe threstbeforehisleftarmwrapsaroundme,bandingacrossmychest.Thatotherhardslidesbetweenmy thighsandfindsmychtwithouthesitation.Hestrokes.fotgee.NotsoHepressesandGedes.
Mykneesbucklealittlefromtherushofsensation.
Fuck,Iwhisper,myvoicetight.
Hegroansbehindme,lowandapproving,andhishandonmychesttightensjestslightly.
Keepyoureyesonthe fight,Bunny Ido.
Everymoveintheringburnsintomybrain.Goliathisbruised,bleeding.Buthesnotbackingdown.Theotherguylandsaharshblowtohisstomach.
Myhipsstutter.Icanfeelmyselfnearingrelease.
Itrytostayquiet.Trytohideit.ButKnoxknows.
Hepullsout.
No.No.
No!Icry.
Ireachforhim.Hecatchesbothmywristsandhaulsthemabovemyhead.Onehandholdsthemthere.
Youdontalwayshavetobesowicked,Ipant.
HowelsewillImakeyouaddictedtome? IwanttosayIalreadyam.ThatIvebeenaddictedsince thefirsttimehelookedatmelikehe wantedtoruinme.Thatnoonesevermademefeelthiskindofneed,thiskindofdesperation.
Butthenhegripsmywaistandliftsmeagain,andIdontevengetthechancetobreathe beforehesinsideme,knockingtheairfrommylungs.
Icry out,eyessqueezingshut.

Hisvoicecomeswhisperingagainstmyear.Eyesonthefighters,Bunny.Itsbadlucknottolook.
Iobey,forcingthemopen.Theringburstsbackintofocus.Goliathisstilluprightsomehow,bloodpouringfromhisnose,fromasplitinhisbrow, maybeboth.Hesswaying.Everybreathlookslikeitcostshim.
Iwatchashestumblesbackalmosttrips.Myheartsinks.
Butthenhesurgesforward.Wild.Clumsy.Amessofmovement thatlooksmorelikesurvivalthanstrategy.
Apunchconnects.
Thenanother.
Comeon!Igasp.Comeon,Goliath.Youcandoit! Below us,thecrowdisastormshouting,standing,slappingthebarricades.Icanttelliftheyrecheeringforhimortheturnofevents,butnoneofitmattersbecauseKnoxismercilessinsideme,thrustingsohardandfastImseeingstars.Andwheneverhefeelsmegettingclose,hehalts.
Mythighsareshaking.Mybodysalivewire.Everynerveisscreaming.
Finishit,Iwhisper.Finishit,please- Idontknow ifImbeggingKnoxorthatfighterinthering.
Goliathstumblesagainthenthrowshiswholeweightintoonelast,brutaluppercut.
Itlandswith asick,echoingcrunch.Thesoundofcartilageormaybejawbonegivingway.
Theotherfightercollapseslikeapuppetwithitsstringscut.
Thebellshrieks.
Successfullyunlocked! Thecrowdlosestheirminds,andIjointhem,sort Knoxleansintomythroat,bitingdownhardashedrivesintome.
Letgo,Bunny,hewhispersagainstmyskin.Cumforme.
Ido.

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1/2 CHAPTER971WhdsSorayat Everythinginmeshatters.
Myreleaseslamsthroughme, no warning,nomercy.Mythighslock,musclesseizing,andIcryout.Mynailsdigintotheleatherbeneathus.Myvisionwhitesout.Myentirebodyconvulses,legstremblinguncontrollably,pulsehammering behindmyeyes.
IfeelKnoxfreeze, Thenhegroansandspillsinsideme,heatbloomingdeepwherewerestilljoined.Hisarmsarelikeiron aroundme,holdingmeinplace,anchoringme.
Wecrumpletogether,a tangledmessofsweatandhardbreaths.
Thecrowdischeeringasthevictorthrowshisarmsin theair,liftedbythereferee.Bloodstreakshisfacelikewarpaint.
Theotherfighterisstillsprawledonthemat.Unmoving.
AndIcanthelpthecoldthatdrips downmyspine.
OhmyGod,Iwhisper.Ishedead? Imnotsureyet,Knoxsays,kissingmyshoulder.Hishandsroammybody,caressingeveryinch.
Andifhesdead? Thenhellgetaproperfuneral.
*Jesus.Youpeopleareinsane.
Itsanundergroundfightingring.Whatdidyouthinkwasgoingtohappen?Theysignedupforthis.
Ijustcamewhilesomeonewaspossiblydying,Knox.
Isyourproblemthathemightbedead?hesays,turningmetofacehim,or thatyouenjoyedit? Icovermyfacewithbothhands.Imafreak.
Theresnodenyingthat.Butyouremy freak.Afreakwhojustwonovertwohundredgrand.
Myhandspartslightly.Ipeekathimthroughmyfingers.
Really? Yeah,hesays,grinning.Illshowyou.

Ilowermyhandsandlookathimfully.Hereachestothesideofthecouch,fingersgrazingtheedgeuntilhefindshisphone.Hebringsitup,swipesthescreen,buthisexpressionimmediatelychanges.
Hisgrinfadesintoafrown.
Whatisit?Iask.
Hedoesntreplyatfirst,eyesscanningwhateverhesseeingonthescreen.Thenhestarts typing,hisfingersmovingfast,jawtight.
Knox,Ipress,whatisit? Heexhalesthroughhisnose.Yarasbeentryingtoreach me.
Yara? Mybrainstumblesforasecond,searchingforthename.
Oh,right.
Thepsychologist?Isay.
Mmhmm,hemutters,stilltyping.
Whywouldyourtherapist betextingyouatthistime? Weneedtogo,hesayssuddenly,sittingupstraighter.Apparently,Sorayahasbeenarrestedforshoplifting.
Hesaysthewordshopliftinglikeitssour.
Myeyesnarrow.WhothefuckisSoraya? Thatswhenheliftshisheadfromhisscreen.Hiswhole expressiongoes blank,asifrememberingwhereheis.
Umm,hesaysslowly,promiseyourenotgoingtofreakoutuntilIexplain.
Explainwhat?Idemand.Whosshe,Knox? Heholdsmygaze,tensionbuzzingoffhiminwaves.
Well…legally,orshouldIsayillegally,shesmywife.