10. Matt
" That was not a good idea," I said, watching Gemma crumple to the floor. Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips. A primal urge to protect her surged through me, every muscle tensing.
"Matthew Sokolov?" Rob's voice cut through the tension, incredulity dripping from each syllable. "You… you and her…?"
I turned to face him, my gaze steady, unyielding. "She's mine," I declared, the words echoing in the suddenly silent room. "And you destroyed her work, her home. You put your hands on her." I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a low growl. "This is not good for you, Rob."
His face contorted, a mix of anger and disbelief. "You think you can waltz in here and claim her? She's just a piece of ass to you, isn't she?" His voice rose, echoing off the cold locker room walls. "I've known her for years, and you—you're just some hotshot center who thinks he can have whatever he wants!"
He lunged at me, fists flying. I sidestepped, his punch grazing my shoulder. Rob charged again, his face red with rage. This time, I stood my ground, bracing for impact. His fist connected with my jaw, pain exploding across my face. I staggered back, then straightened, a slow smile spreading across my lips.
"That all you got?" I taunted, wiping a trickle of blood from my mouth.
His eyes narrowed, and he came at me again, a whirlwind of fury and frustration. I met his blows, blocking some, taking others. Each hit fueled my determination, my need to protect Gemma burning hotter with every punch. This was more than just a fight; it was a statement, a claim.
And I wouldn't back down.
Rob's fist swung wild, telegraphing his moves like a rookie.
I ducked, his knuckles grazing air. My heart pounded, not from exertion, but from the sight of Gemma, crumpled and bruised. That was fuel, pure and potent.
I drove my fist into his gut. He doubled over, gasping. I followed with an uppercut, snapping his head back. He stumbled, caught off guard by my ferocity. I didn't give him time to recover. I advanced, each step a promise, each blow a testament to my vow. She was mine to protect.
Rob tried to rally, swinging wide. I caught his arm, twisted, and sent him crashing to the floor. His eyes widened in shock and fear. I straddled him, my hands wrapping around his throat. His flesh yielded under my grip, his breaths growing shallow, then desperate.
"You. Don't. Touch. Her." Each word was punctuated by a squeeze, his face turning a mottled red. His hands clawed at mine, nails digging into my skin. I barely felt it. All I saw was the bruise on Gemma's cheek, the fear in her eyes when he'd loomed over her.
His struggles grew weak, his eyes bulging. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. I leaned in, my voice a low growl. "Never again."
His body convulsed, then stilled. His chest stopped moving. I held on, counting the seconds, making sure. Then, I released him, standing up slowly.
I turned to Gemma, my breaths coming in ragged bursts. She stared at me, eyes wide, hand pressed to her cheek.
Anger surged through me, hot and fresh, at the sight of the bruise marring her skin. I stepped over Rob's body, my foot connecting with his lifeless form.
Once.
Twice.
A pathetic vent for the rage inside me.
"Matt..." Gemma's voice was soft, barely a whisper.
I knelt beside her, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm. My hand hovered over her cheek, not yet touching, but close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. "He's dead," I said, voice flat, devoid of emotion.
She shuddered, her breath hitching. "Why?" The word escaped her lips like a secret, whispered into my ear.
I leaned in, my voice a low rumble. "Because he touched you." My fingers brushed her cheek, tracing the bruise that marred her perfect skin. A surge of protectiveness coursed through me, dark and consuming. "You cannot escape from me, printessa . You're mine now."
Gemma's eyes met mine, wide and searching. Then, she did something I didn't expect. She leaned in, her lips pressing against mine. It was soft, tentative, a question more than a statement.
I froze, surprised by the sudden contact.
She pulled back, just enough to speak, her breath mingling with mine. "Fuck me."
My cock hardened at her words, a rush of desire sweeping through me. I looked at her, really looked, seeing the darkness lurking behind her eyes. A slow smile spread across my face.
"There's darkness in you," I murmured, my hands moving to her shirt, deftly unbuttoning it.
I pulled out her tits, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, feeling them harden under my touch. I leaned down, taking one into my mouth, sucking, biting gently.
She gasped, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me closer. I growled, the sound vibrating against her skin.
"I knew it," I said, moving to her other breast, giving it the same attention. "I knew there was a reason I wanted you so badly."
I released her breast, my mouth trailing up to her neck, biting, sucking. She moaned, her body arching into mine. I pushed her down, my hands rough, demanding. She hit the floor, breath whooshing out, eyes wide with surprise and desire.
"Here?" she gasped, looking at Rob's lifeless body beside us.
I grinned, a dark, feral thing. "Here," I growled, unbuckling my belt, pulling down my pants. My cock sprang free, hard and ready.
Her eyes widened, pupils dilating. She licked her lips, a quick dart of her tongue. I gripped her hips, flipping her onto her stomach. She let out a soft cry, her hands scrambling for purchase on the bedroom floor.
I yanked down her jeans, her panties, exposing her to me. She was wet, glistening. I ran a finger through her folds, a low groan escaping me. She pushed back against my hand, a silent plea.
I gripped her hips, positioning myself at her entrance. Then, with one hard thrust, I was inside her. She cried out, her body tensing, then relaxing, accepting me.
I began to move, my hips driving into her, each thrust a claim, a statement.
She was mine.
Mine to protect.
Mine to fuck.
Mine to possess.
Her moans filled the room, echoing off the cold, hard surfaces. I leaned down, my body covering hers, my hand snaking around her throat. I squeezed gently, feeling her pulse race under my fingers.
"You like this, don't you?" I growled into her ear, my hips never stopping their relentless pace. "You like being fucked next to his body. You like the danger, the darkness."
She whimpered, her body trembling beneath me. I could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around me. I released her throat, my hand moving to her clit, rubbing in tight, fast circles.
Her body quivered as I circled her clit, my cock driving into her relentlessly. Her moans echoed, raw and primal.
"Tell me you love this," I growled, my voice a rough whisper against her ear. "Tell me you love the way I fuck you."
She gasped, her nails clawing at the floor. "I... I love it." The words escaped her lips like a secret, whispered into my ear.
A dark chuckle rumbled in my chest. "That's not enough, printessa . Tell me you love me. Tell me you love me like I love you."
Her body tensed, her muscles clenching around me. I could feel her heart pounding, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I slowed my thrusts, teasing her, drawing out her pleasure.
"Say it," I demanded, my hand gripping her chin, turning her face towards me. Her eyes met mine, wide and wild, filled with a storm of emotions.
"I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
But it was enough. It was everything .
A feral grin spread across my face. "Good girl." I rewarded her with a hard thrust, my hips snapping against her ass. She cried out, her body writhing with pleasure.
"You feel that?" I murmured, my voice a low rumble. "That's us, printessa . That's our love. Dark. Dirty. Perfect."
She moaned, her body moving in sync with mine, meeting each thrust with eager desperation.
"You're close," I whispered, my hand moving from her chin to her throat, squeezing gently. "I can feel it. I can feel you."
She whimpered, her hands scrambling for purchase, finding none. She was at my mercy, completely and utterly mine.
"Come for me, Gemma," I commanded, my voice a dark whisper. "Show me how much you love this. How much you love me."
Her body responded instantly, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She screamed, her muscles clamping down on me, her body convulsing with pleasure. I rode her through it, my thrusts never stopping, drawing out her orgasm, making her mine.
As her body began to relax, her breaths growing slower, deeper, I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear.
"My turn," I whispered, a dark promise in my voice. Her body tensed again, ready and eager. And I gave her everything I had, my love, my darkness, my soul.
All of it.
For her.
"Come for me again, printessa," I commanded, my voice a low rumble. "Come all over my cock. I know you can."
Her body released the tension that had been building up, her orgasm ripping through her again. I gripped her hips tighter, my pace increasing, chasing my own release.
I came with a roar, my body shuddering, my cock pulsing inside her.
I collapsed on top of her, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her body was slick with sweat, her heart pounding against my chest.
I rolled off her, my body spent, my mind racing. I looked over at Rob's body, a grim smile spreading across my face.
This was just the beginning.
She was mine now.
And I'd do whatever it took to keep her safe.
To keep her mine.
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