5. Emma
CHAPTER 5
emma
I flip the lock on the front door of Knockout and head to the back of the gym, looking for Dom to start our workout. I hear the heavy thumping of gloves hitting flesh before my eyes are on them. Dom and Cruz are sparring in a ring, Aidan hanging out on the side under the ropes. Sweat glistens on both of their sculpted bodies. Dom is in nothing but a pair of black boxing shorts and a massive skull tattoo stretches across his entire back, shifting with every flex of his muscles while he boxes Cruz like the ruthless fighter he is.
Dominik has Cruz in both height and weight, towering over most everyone. Gorgeous dirty blond hair falls into his eyes as he bounces back and forth on his bare feet. He holds his hands up in front of his face, cracking his neck side to side while he circles Cruz. He’s a calculated fighter and it’s such a beautiful thing to watch.
Cruz may be smaller, but there is nothing small about him. He’s in fitted shorts, his thick, muscular thighs straining against the fabric as he dances with Dom, a devilish grin on his face that says he’s not to be underestimated. He lives for this. A scar cuts directly through his right eyebrow and under his eye, like something had sliced him open at one point. It adds to his bad boy look in such a sexy way.
Dom’s body language is stoic as Cruz lunges forward, pulling his arm back, and quicker than my eyes can follow the movement, he throws a punch toward Dom’s face. Dom ducks under it, snapping two rapid jabs to Cruz’s cheek with his left hand. Cruz stumbles back a step but quickly composes himself, a sardonic smile tugging at his lips. I cringe as I watch them circle each other, sparring in a synchronized dance they’ve clearly done a million times before.
I join Aidan at the ropes, his attention turning to me.
“You like watching them, huh?” I ask.
“Don’t mind it. With their tempers, I just want to make sure they don’t accidentally kill each other. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened.”
“Aww, you really love them, Aidan!” I tease, nudging him playfully with my shoulder.
“Unfortunately. Can’t help who you love, Em,” he says as he looks into my eyes.
My heart flips over in my chest, butterflies taking flight in the pit of my stomach. Not wanting to hold eye contact or dissect such a profound statement, I return my gaze to the ring just as Dom and Cruz hug and turn their attention to me. Dom walks to the ropes and squats to be closer to eye level with me.
“My love. Are you ready?” His thick Russian accent is a sensual caress over my entire body.
“I am.”
Bracing my hands on the edge, I start to pull myself up when Aidan’s hands grab my waist, picking me up like I weigh nothing at all, making it easier to haul myself into the ring. His fingers press deeply into my hips, and I don’t miss the low hum he makes before he releases me.
Dom is on the other side, waiting for me, pulling his gloves and tape off so that he’s free to work out with me. Cruz climbs out of the ring, degloving, and takes up the vacated spot next to Aidan. Lovely, they’re sticking around to watch. Dom and I have been working out together the last few months, just the two of us, after everyone has cleared out for the night. It makes focusing so much easier knowing no one else is around.
I step into the middle of the ring, ready for whatever Dom has planned for me tonight.
He comes into my space, towering above me as he places his hands on each side of my face, leaning down to kiss me. Just before our lips touch, I speak up.
“Are they staying?”
“Kiss me, milaya devochka .”
Sweet girl . Dom grips me around the waist, jerking my body flush against his, claiming my lips in a brutal kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. My legs weaken, and a buzzing noise fills my head as I lose myself in the embrace, the world around us fading away. His tongue swipes against my lips, and I open eagerly for him, loving how deeply he kisses me. It’s all-consuming.
The moment he releases his hold on me, I stumble backward, falling against a firm chest. A thick arm circles my waist as a hand bounds my mouth, pulling me flush against them. I was so lost to Dom I forgot where I was and what we were doing. No one has ever joined Dom and me during a lesson before and I’m unprepared for one of them to catch me off guard.
My eyes must be huge because Dom flinches, no doubt reading the terror in my expression.
My mind becomes hazy as a flashback of this same position slams into me, true fear taking over and erasing all the progress I’ve made over the last few months training with Dom. The hard dick against my lower back signals that I’m in danger and need to escape. But I don’t remember how.
I jerk against the hold, wiggling in his arms and making unintelligible sounds against the palm of his hand around my mouth as I gasp for air. I struggle and fight to free myself but he’s so goddamn strong.
“Emma.”
I freeze. Dom’s voice breaks through my inner turmoil, demanding my attention and breaking the grip that fear has over me.
I center my eyes on him and work to steady my breathing and clear my mind.
“Focus, moya lyubov’, remember how to fight back.”
I close my eyes for a brief moment to center myself, finding my calm so I can use my head and get out of this. Inhaling deeply, my senses are overtaken by the smell of leather and tobacco.
Cruz.
Ready to fight back, I brace my body against him, and with all the power I can muster, slam my elbow back into his ribs and drop all of my weight forward. His grip around my waist loosens just enough for me to spin out of his hold. He’s quick to reach for me again, but this time I’m ready. Pulling back a punch, I don’t hold back, his warning earlier a loud echo in my head.
“Careful, angel. I like the pain.”
He dodges the swing and lunges for my torso, tackling me down to the ground, the air whooshing from my lungs as we hit the mat. My legs wrap around his waist, my back arching as I squeeze with everything I have. He releases a heavy breath as my hands move up to press against his face, forcing him to bow backward. He’s quick to gather my wrists, forcing them above my head, and it’s then that I feel the hard length at my core, pressing into my center.
The sadistic asshole enjoys this.
Dropping my legs from around his waist, I drive my heel, repeatedly, into the back of his thigh. His breathing hitches on every impact. Deciding I need to get out from under him, I use everything I have to buck him off and flip us. It takes me a few attempts, but I’m eventually able to get my feet flat on the ground, using my hips and the floor to flip us, forcing him to free my wrists.
“Fuuuuuuuck!!!” I scream, running on pure adrenaline because fighting Cruz is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to physically do. It’s obvious he is only trying to restrain me, but he doesn’t seem to be going easy on me at all.
Once I’m on top of him, something snaps. I rain punches down on his chest and stomach, and his forearms come up, bracing against my onslaught to protect his face. I pour all of my frustration, my anger, my fear, and hurt into each hit. All I see is red, and I scream again at the top of my lungs.
Before I know what’s happening, Cruz sits up, collecting my arms at my sides and holding me close to him in his lap. My legs fall to wrap around his waist while I heave in big breaths of air.
“Breathe, angel. You did so well. Just breathe.” His voice is barely a whisper as he speaks the words into my ear. His hard cock presses heavy on my core, my pussy throbbing and aching in response. I feel the wetness dampening my leggings, and I stand quickly to put space between us, feeling lit up from the inside out.
My eyes search for Dom as Cruz climbs out of the ring.
“That’s my girl. How do you feel?”
“Amped up. Jesus fuck, I wasn’t expecting him to attack me, Dominik!” I yell, adrenaline making me feel out of sorts and crazed.
“That’s exactly why we did it. Practicing here with me, when you expect it, is only going to do so much. But to be blindsided? That’s when you will be able to tap into defending yourself like I’m confident you know how to. Now, do you feel better?”
I take a deep breath, trying to let the heady mix of adrenaline and arousal subside, but it feels like a live wire, pumping through my veins with nowhere to go. I shake my hands out and move from foot to foot.
Dom reads my expression, stepping closer and placing one hand on my ass to jerk me against him while the other slides up my chest, stopping to circle my throat.
“Does my love need a release? It looks like her energy has nowhere to go.” His breath tickles my ear, his voice low, and I nod slightly.
Dom’s hand slides from my hip to my front, fingers toying with the band of my leggings before dipping beneath them. He slowly descends until he’s cupping my pussy in his large, warm hand. He expertly spreads me apart, just enough for a thick finger to slip between my folds, dipping into my center before sliding back up to circle my clit.
“Sweet girl, you’re so wet.”
“I know,” I say on a deep sigh.
What I really want to say is, the feeling of your best friend’s big dick pressed against my pussy made me want both of you so bad I’m leaking through my leggings.
“I’ve got you. I’ll make the ache better.”
My forehead drops against his bare chest, my breathing coming in pants as he works me over like he’s done so many times before. My hands rub over his tattooed arms, loving the sticky sweat coating him, his veins swollen and throbbing beneath my fingers. He dips two thick fingers inside me hard, just the way I like it, the power of the thrusts forcing me up on my toes. He holds me close as he ruins me, right here in the middle of the gym.
“Oh, god, Dominik.”
“Come, moya lyubov’ ,” he whispers against my ear as the hand around my neck tightens, cutting off my air supply.
My body hums under his demand, eager to please him and obey. His fingers slide up to my clit, pressing firmly and drawing small circles around my throbbing bundle of nerves as I struggle to breathe against the onslaught of pleasure building deep within me. The world around us fades away as I focus on the sensations he’s igniting. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind is a quiet reminder that we aren’t alone and that Cruz and Aidan are watching me grind against Dom’s hand to chase the release I’m desperate for. Damn, why is that thought so hot?
My legs begin to shake as tears spring to my eyes, the pressure around my neck and lack of oxygen intensifying the pleasure building within, before pushing me over that glorious cliff of euphoria. Just as the orgasm hits me, Dom releases the grip around my neck and forces my head to the side.
“Open your eyes, milaya devochka. ”
My eyes slowly open, and as I blink the tears away and my vision clears, I’m staring directly at Cruz and Aidan, who look feral. Aidan grips the ropes of the ring, while Cruz palms his cock over his shorts.
I gasp for air as I moan out the pure pleasure coursing through my body, unable to hold anything back, regardless of who’s in the room with us. Not that I want to.
As my climax fades, Dom pulls his hand free, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean in an obscene fashion.
“How does she taste?”
Aidan’s voice jerks me from the post-orgasm bliss and plummets me right back to reality, my brain regaining focus and clarity. So that wasn’t in my imagination. Holy fuck, Dom just got me off in front of his best friends. The way they are both looking at me, their eyes laser-focused, hungry—it’s clear how much they liked it. My heart thunders and drops like a heavy weight into my stomach.
“Sweet like fucking candy.”
“Fuck,” Cruz groans under his breath as he walks away.
“What a show, Em. You come so pretty,” Aidan says as he follows Cruz out of the building. My mouth gapes open as I watch them retreat. I turn back to face Dom, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Better?” he asks with a satisfied smirk.
“Ye-yes,” I reply, the words getting caught in my throat. Because what the fuck just happened?
“Good. Now, let’s go again. This time, remember how to fight back from the very first moment,” he demands, as if nothing had just happened at all.