Trick (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel Book 7) Page 3

  “Sure, gorgeous. Whatever you want,” he says, leaning down to kiss my lips lightly, gently. Unlike his appearance of being big and tough, his words are sweet and kind, making me believe them.

  Once I’m good and distracted by his tongue again, he reaches down and lifts both of my thighs so that I can lock my ankles around his waist. My damp pussy rubs against the fly of his jeans while my fingers clutch his massive, taut shoulders.

  “Better?” he asks against my lips.

  “Yes,” I answer, the word barely leaving my mouth before his hand is between our bodies and I hear his zipper going down. Trick pulls out a condom from thin air like a magician, tearing it open with his teeth before tossing the wrapper on the ground and sheathing the latex down his cock.

  “Ready?” he asks, looking me in the eyes again while the head of his shaft presses against my entrance. I give a nod, too emotional from the way he’s continuously asking permission. And with a shove forward, he’s buried deep inside of me.

  Instantly, I know that this is different from all the many other times I’ve been fucked before. It actually feels good to have him stretching me. He pauses even though he’s shaking with the need to move, trying to hold off on the instinctual urge to fuck me hard and fast, to speed toward his release. That’s the only way I’ve ever been fucked.

  “Trick?”

  “Yeah?” he replies, his forehead resting against mine, his voice sounding choked from holding back, keeping still.

  “Will you take me slow?” I ask nervously.

  He gives a strangled chuckle that I’m not expecting. “Do you know how long it’s been…since I’ve lost myself inside a woman?” he asks between shaky breaths.

  “No.”

  “Neither do I. I can’t remember. So believe me, I’m gonna go slow, because I want to savor every second of this with you. But I can’t guarantee I’ll last long.”

  I sigh in relief hearing him say I’m his first in as long as he remembers, even if he is just giving me a line. For some reason, I think he might actually be telling the truth.

  “Okay,” I reply, tightening my grip on his shoulders. “And you’ve already lasted longer than any of my other lovers.”

  “That,” he starts to say, withdrawing his cock almost all the way out before slowly pushing back inside me, making me gasp at the fullness. “Is a damn shame.”

  “I agree,” I say as my breath hitches with the next slow roll of his hips.

  “You deserve better, gorgeous,” he tells me, swiveling his hips while still buried deep inside me.

  “Oh my God,” I moan, digging my red fingernails into his back and squeezing my thighs around his waist when my inner walls begin to spasm with an impending orgasm.

  Another slow roll of his hips and swivel. Slow roll and swivel. A third orgasm is building rapidly inside of me…

  Suddenly, the door beside us flies open, the music of the club pouring out a moment before it slams shut again. Trick shifts us both, putting his back to the onlookers before he shouts, “Fuck off before I gouge your eyeballs out and shove them up your ass!”

  Peeking over his shoulder, I see two young guys with cigarettes between their fingers, standing frozen as they take in the scene – Trick holding me up with my bare legs around his waist, his undone jeans partially revealing his firm backside.

  “Fuck off!” Trick roars so loudly that I jump in his arms. The command works, though, sending the two guys running for their lives toward the front of the building. “They gone?” he then asks me softly.

  “Y-yeah,” I answer.

  He shifts us back around, placing my back against the brick wall. And that’s when I realize that he was protecting me from the view of those strangers. Ones who were scared shitless of the man fucking me. God that’s hot.

  “You okay?” he asks, golden eyes assessing mine.

  “Yeah,” I answer breathlessly, winding my arms around his neck to pull his mouth closer. “What if they hadn’t left?” I ask, brushing my lips over his full ones and wiggling on his hard shaft to encourage him to keep fucking me.

  Trick gives me another cocky grin. “I knocked out five professional fighters in five days, all within seconds.” Some of his words are punctuated with delicious thrusts of his hips that take my breath away. “If anyone interrupts us again…they’ll regret it.”

  “You’re a fighter?” I ask, so freaking turned on by his masculine strength, his toughness.

  “Right now I’m a lover,” he answers, making me giggle before his tongue dips into the top of my dress, running over my cleavage as he picks up the pace.

  “Oh God,” I moan, my head falling back against the wall as I push his head down to my breast. He may not be thrusting into me fast, but he drives into me hard like he can’t get deep enough. All I can do is hold on to his neck and whimper.

  Trick bites at the top of my dress and uses his teeth to jerk the material down, revealing my breasts so that he can cover one of my nipples with his mouth. He sucks eagerly on it while he keeps nailing the bullseye inside of me that’s never been hit before.

  “Come on my cock before I finish, gorgeous,” he orders, his thrusts less controlled. “Fuck. Your sweet little pussy owns me right now. You gonna make me get on my knees again and beg for mercy with my tongue?”

  The reminder of him eating me out causes my womb to clamp down around his thick shaft, preventing his retreat as it throbs in ecstasy. I cry out, but Trick covers my mouth with his, kissing me deeply, drowning out my sounds until I milk his release from him. He growls and grunts into my mouth, the most masculine, sexy sounds I’ve ever heard.

  Our lips eventually part while we both catch our breath and then Trick lowers my feet back to the ground, causing his cock to slip free, leaving me empty. For the first time in my life, I’m actually sad that the sex is over.

  “Wow. That was…” I start while looking down shyly at the tops of my shoes.

  “Come back to my room with me,” he says.

  “I wish I could, but I can’t,” I tell him honestly. “Midnight curfew.” Which is really fucking ridiculous. I hate my stepfather so damn much.

  “I wanna see you again,” Trick says, causing my eyes to shoot back up to his. “I’ll be in Daytona for a few days…”

  “Don’t,” I tell him, putting a finger to his still damp lips. “Tonight was… freaking amazing. So don’t go and ruin it by asking for my phone number. Unless the sex was so good, you wanna say some vows a week from today,” I joke. God, I’m seriously dreading having to break the news to my parents that my thirty thousand dollar wedding is a no-go.

  Tomorrow. Tomorrow’s problem.

  “I want to remember this for what it was, an incredible night, instead of wallowing in disappointment when my phone never rings,” I explain.

  “I’m not that guy,” my lover and fighter says against my finger with a huff, his hands still gripping my hips.

  “I don’t think you are,” I tell him as I slip out from his hold and start back toward the front of the club, pulling my skirt back down and top up over my breasts. “And now I won’t ever have to find out I was wrong.”

  Chapter Three

  Trick

  I watch as the stunningly sexy woman disappears around the front of the building before I even get the condom off and my jeans pulled back up. Her quick retreat both pisses me off and crushes me. Especially after she begged me to make love to her, forcing me to look into her sad blue eyes and kiss her while our bodies were joined. All I wanted was a quick, meaningless fuck, and she ruined it.

  My previously bruised ego is now bloody after asking to see her again and getting rejected. But what else is new? Rejection is the theme of my entire life. And for the first time I thought I might have finally found some sort of emotional connection with another human being, she practically ran away from me. I saw the hurt and pain in her eyes that she was so desperate for me to take away. For the first time, not only did someone want something from me, but it was actually so
mething I could give. I could let her use my body to escape whatever she was running from. But once wasn’t enough. As soon as it was over, the darkness clouded her icy blue eyes and her walls came back down. I wanted to take her back to my hotel room and keep chasing her demons away all night.

  Now she’s gone. By tomorrow morning, I’ll be a distant memory. Forgotten as she goes on with her life like I never existed.

  I ram my fist into the abrasive brick wall in front of me where the gorgeous woman was just standing. Once isn’t enough. I barely notice the pain. I need it to hurt more, so I keep hitting the wall with both fists until the skin of my knuckles cracks open, spilling blood, proof that I’m alive despite how empty and dead I feel inside.

  When the pain in my hands finally turns numb, I relent, slumping against the bricks to catch my breath. That’s when I spot the bright red material on the otherwise dark, dirty ground. Looks like my naughty Cinderella with an equally ridiculous curfew left her panties behind.

  I bend down and pick them up before shoving them in my front jean pocket, proof that the stunning woman existed. Odds are in a city this crowded I’ll never see her again before I leave next Sunday, but I’m certain I won’t ever forget her.

  …

  Mina

  Before leaving the club with Cassie, I reconsider finding Trick and taking him up on his offer to stay with him tonight. But I know that will only make things worse when I eventually have to go home.

  Easing my key into the lock, I turn the knob and open the back door, creeping quietly into the kitchen.

  “You’re late,” my stepfather snarls, startling me before I see the big, brawny man sitting shirtless in one of the chairs at the dining table. Shit, does he already know the wedding’s off? “Nine minutes past curfew. And you look like a fucking slut.”

  Oh. That.

  I don’t respond since there’s nothing I can say to make the situation better, only worse.

  “You know what that means, nine licks, one for each minute. Go straight to your room and wait for me.”

  Nine licks of his belt are nothing compared to the dozens and no telling what other punishment I would’ve gotten out in the garage if I hadn’t come home until morning. And even though I know exactly how the bastard wants me to wait for him, where I’ve been told to wait for him for five years, I don’t do it.

  Instead, I race up the spiral staircase and into the hall bathroom, locking the door behind me. Quickly stripping out of my dress and heels minus my panties that are probably still in the alley, I turn the shower on and stand under the warm spray, washing the clean, masculine scent of Trick off of me. I hate to have it lost down the drain so soon, but I don’t want my stepfather to smell it and realize I was with another man. It’ll only make things worse. He somehow always knew when Derek and I would have sex.

  Once I’m finished, I turn off the water to quickly dry off. Wrapping a towel around my chest and tucking the edge down into the top, I rush back to my room. He’s already waiting for me in the glow of the bedside lamp, sitting on the edge of the mattress with his black leather belt folded in his hands. I don’t even look at his face. Don’t have to. He’s angry at me for coming home late and disobeying him even though I’m a grown, twenty-year-old woman. That doesn’t matter to him, though. There’s no reason for me to even try and slip on my pajamas either. He usually orders me to take them off; and as pissed as he is, my clothes would probably get shredded.

  I walk over to the bed and bend over it, face down and ass in the air as required, the towel still wrapped around me. The mattress shifts when he stands up and then my bedroom door is quietly shut, followed by the familiar click of it being locked. Despite how tightly my fingers grip the cloth at my chest, he’s stronger, jerking the towel off of me, leaving me naked before I feel the first slap of the leather across my ass.

  “You know the drill. Make a sound, and we have to start over,” he hisses, followed by the other eight licks. Sure, they hurt, but they’re nothing compared to what comes next. I stay quiet because there’s no point in yelling for help. My mom and little sister are sound asleep, blissfully ignorant of what happens several nights a week in my bedroom. Or maybe my mom knows and pretends to ignore it.

  When I was thirteen, a few months after my mom married him, my stepfather started buying me expensive presents and taking me on shopping sprees that he wouldn’t let me refuse. I hated all of it because I knew whatever nice thing he did for me it would always be followed by the fucked up stipulation that, since he spent so much of his money on me, he earned the right to touch me wherever and however he wanted.

  I told my mother after the night his hand found its way into my panties the second time, but she refused to believe her new, wonderful, rich husband was doing anything wrong. My own mother called me a liar and told me not to say another word about it. Of course, things only escalated from the occasional hand in my panties or up my shirt.

  My stepfather took my virginity two years later when I turned fifteen, keeping me out of school the entire day for my birthday “shopping trip.” We ended up in a hotel room since he couldn’t risk my mom or sister hearing me scream and fight when he painfully stole my innocence from me, in more ways than one.

  “What the fuck is this on your back?” he asks when he’s finally done hitting me, still panting from the exertion. “Answer me!” he demands in a gruff whisper.

  Shit. I don’t know what’s on my back. Maybe scuff marks from the brick wall at the club when Trick was eating me out or fucking me? It’s not like I’m gonna tell him about that.

  Swat. Another sting on my bottom.

  “Tell me, or I’ll keep hitting you,” he warns.

  Swat. Swat. Swat.

  My ass hurts so badly after he hits it harder than ever before. I figure he’ll ask the question again before he resumes hitting me, but then he’s shoving the leather belt into my mouth instead. He cinches the belt tightly around my head, causing it to tilt backward when he pulls the excess leather in his fist. At the same time, his other hand grabs my hip harshly to lift my bottom off the mattress so he can thrust inside me. I groan in pain around the leather and clutch the bedding in my fists at the initial sting, but tonight it’s not as bad as usual thanks to Trick stretching me earlier.

  And so, even though I know I’ll probably never see the sexy fighter again, I still close my eyes and imagine it’s him fucking me. That it’s his massive hands roughly squeezing my breasts while pounding into me. Although, this harsh treatment is nothing like being with Trick earlier. Or even Derek.

  That’s when the first tear drop falls down my cheeks and onto the bedsheets. Thinking of how close I was to finally getting the hell out of this house…and now it’s gone. In a week, I was supposed to be getting married, moving in with Derek. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I stayed this long to keep the asshole away from my little sister. That’s what he’s held over my head for years. If I tried to tell anyone about what he does, no one would believe it and he threatened that he would then start visiting Bridgett at night. He never has. I know because I continuously asked my sister if anyone’s ever touched her and it’s a definite no, not even any boyfriends. She’s seventeen and just graduated high school a semester early this past December. Sunday she’ll be leaving for college, free of him. I finally had my first chance to leave, and I was dead set on taking it before Derek told me earlier today that he wanted to fuck other women.

  Finished in record-breaking time, my stepfather pulls out and comes all over my back before removing his belt from my mouth. I heave a breath of relief that it’s over, and my body collapses onto the mattress once he leaves my room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

  Lying there cold, naked and alone with my ass stinging and my disgusting stepfather’s cum on my back is what I’ll be writing about in my journal tonight. I’m beginning to think marrying Derek may not be so bad. In fact, now that I’ve considered my options, I’m pretty sure I could even live with him fucking o
ther women on the side when the choice is more of this or being with Derek in a loveless marriage. There’s no way I can make it out on my own. My stepfather will find me wherever I go and keep doing this to me, so I have no choice but to beg Derek to marry me.

  Chapter Four

  Mina

  The doorbell rings early Sunday morning, and my heart comes to an abrupt stop in my chest. I’m hoping it’s who I think it is; and while I’m still so freaking angry at him, if he’s here, maybe he still wants to go forward with the wedding.

  I don’t bother getting out of bed either way. Instead, I remain resting on my side to take the pressure off my sore bottom.

  Last night, after I had another shower to clean myself up and put on my pajamas, I fell into bed and wrote down the good with Trick and the bad events later in the night. After that, I was determined to stay here wallowing until the end of time. All the hope I had been clinging to for months seemed to have evaporated into thin air. I had an end date. A new beginning date. God, please let that be Derek.

  “Mina?”

  My head snaps over to the door where my former fiancé is standing, holding a bouquet of flowers I can’t make out because the moisture in my eyes is making them blurry. Obviously, if he brought flowers he’s come to apologize, ask me to forgive him, right? This might be easier than I thought.

  “Can we talk?” Derek asks softly. I take in his perfectly fitting black suit complete with a red tie even though it’s Sunday and he’s never been much of a church-goer. Standing only a few inches taller than me, with chestnut hair and a baby face, he still somehow manages to look like a forty-something CEO instead of a twenty-two-year-old first-year law student.

  When he doesn’t move from the doorway, I realize he’s still waiting for my decision, so I nod for him to come in.

  Sitting up in bed, I try to hide my wince when my sore ass hits the mattress, using the sleeve of my pajama top to shield my face and wipe away the tears on my cheek.