Fourteen
Callum
Time stopped as I watched her come alive. I wish I could play it over and over again until the end of time. She looked breathtaking. Pure, raw power erupted out of her like a volcano, and once she realizes this is real… Goddess above, help us all.
If the visit from Stephan taught me anything, it’s that I might be running out of time. Was he really sent here out of suspicion? Or was he just saying that to save his own ass? I may never know for sure, but one thing’s for certain. Phase two needs to commence.
Entering the gym, I notice she is ending her warmups on the punching bag, which means I’m right on schedule.
Of course the one day I couldn’t be here is when Stephan made his appearance. Maybe he was watching me too. Truthfully, there were more questions that needed answers, but I let my anger get the best of me.
Leaving her unprotected was stupid. I got cocky and thought she would be fine for one day. Turns out, I was wrong. And I won’t be making that mistake again. Thankfully, I have a month. Hopefully by then she’ll stop being so naive, and I can finally take the princess home.
If something had happened to her… My thoughts trail off as I imagine what our world would come to without her in it. It would have haunted me until our last breath.
It’s imperative she is prepared sooner rather than later. War is coming, and it’s not going to wait for anyone. Not even for the long-lost princess.
A bead of sweat streaks from her hairline, down the side of her face. I keep my gaze zeroed in as it travels down her chest until it disappears between her breasts. Once it’s gone, I swing my eyes up, and when I do, I’m surprised when they meet hers. When I don’t look away, she raises one of her perfectly arched brows and gestures her arm out to the ring. Without taking my eyes off her, I make my way across the gym and step up to my opponent. Her arms are crossed over her chest, looking me up and down.
“Like what you see, Princess?” I say, strapping on my gloves.
She scoffs. “Not really, just remembering the last time I took you to the mat.”
“Are you picturing me on top of you, or you on me? Because I think about both quite often.” A slight growl escapes as I speak. Her mouth pops open at the insinuation, her cheeks flush with the lightest shade of pink.
“Well, aren’t you just a charmer? Now, do you want to do this, or are you just going to stand there and stare at me like a creep?” She tries to add a little edge to her voice, but it falls just short of intimidating. I fight the laugh brewing, because she’s so damn cute when she’s like this. Defiant and disobedient. I can’t help when my eyes wander over her body, and my tongue snakes out against my lower lip.
“Well, by all means, Princess, do your worst.”
The next series of events play out like I thought they would. She stalks me around the ring, waiting for me to make the first move. And just like last time, I know I don’t need to be on the offense to win this match. I need her to prove she can handle herself against one of her own. Putting these pathetic people on their asses doesn’t mean shit. No. She needs to learn to fight the real monsters.
And whether she likes it or not, I’m as bad as they come. And the best for her survival. She finally throws her first punch.
Cute, but I easily side-step the attack. Unfortunately for her, she puts a lot of power behind it, and she pitches forward and nearly doubles over but saves herself. Barely. I’m starting to think she’s learned nothing.
I could already have her on her back, pinned, completely under my control. But I refrain. I’m doing this for her, and only her.
After Kallie makes a few more futile attempts, she has clearly overexerted herself. Right on cue, she says, “Are you going to make a fucking move or just prance around the ring like a coward?”
“I’ve been making tons of moves, actually. I’m quite offended that you haven’t noticed.”
“So what? You just wait until I’m too exhausted to defend myself? Yeah, that seems like the more prideful thing to do.”
“Stop stalling and take me down. You know, like all those times you imagine yourself straddling me.” Just as the last word leaves my mouth, her fist connects to my cheek, and the other finds purchase to the under part of my jaw. Before I know it, she hooks her leg around mine and pulls, my back quickly meeting the ground.
I’m more stunned than anything. She was quick. Quicker than I expected. Testing out a little theory, I get up and raise my fists. If she wants to play, so fucking be it.
She quirks a brow. “Feeling threatened, are we? Honestly, Rick, you don’t seem like the type of person to go back on your word.”
I bark out a laugh. “Rick? Come on, Princess, you can do better than that. We both know how you love to say my name. Or is scream a better word for it?”
That’s it. Get angry. I want to see the fire you’ve been harboring so deep inside you don’t even know the bomb you’ve been carrying around all these years.
Flustered and clearly irritated, I keep going. But despite her fury growing, she looks more confident, more in tune to her instincts. “I also don’t believe I’ve hit you. Show me what you’re made of. Unless of course, this is it.” My lips quirk up, and the reddening of her face indicates I’ve struck a nerve. As expected, she comes at me, and her irritation is ever present with every grunt that passes her lips.
Now that is a sound I could get used to.
My thoughts are cut short when a faint glow begins to spread over her skin. Any normal person wouldn’t be able to see it. It’s like an aura floating around the outline of her body, the faint orange hue hitting an invisible wall, pulsing ever so slightly, ready to be unleashed. In any other situation, I would be enthralled at this new development. However, due to the circumstances that we’re facing at the moment, this couldn’t be a worse time.
After she sends another fist my way, I grab her arm and use the momentum to flip her onto her back. All the air rushes out of her lungs, and she starts wheezing, fighting me to get back up. It’s quite embarrassing. Pinning her arms to the mat, my face hovers over hers. I whisper, “Yield.” She struggles to tap her hand against the mat, her gasps coming in deeper and the glow starting to fade away.
Fuck.
I love the feeling of her withering under me, trying to catch her breath. My dick hardens as images flash through my mind of her choking on my cock as I drive it down her throat, her fighting for air, and me shoving it farther with each attempted inhale.
My grip on her arms turns punishing, but I don’t let go. Tears brim her eyes then trail down her temples. Leaning down, my tongue snakes out and wipes them away. Chest heaving, her chest brushes against mine. “Yield, little fighter,” I rasp as my eyes ping-pong between her emerald greens and luscious lips. Her tongue sneaks out, wetting her lower lip. That was almost my undoing.
A flash of a grin, then both of her legs wrap around my waist. My grip loosens slightly, and she flips us over with ease. With fucking ease. Triumph and victory bleed over her breathtakingly beautiful face. She will be my undoing, but I will be hers as well.
Funny, I don’t often find myself under a woman with our clothes still on, but the way her eyes dance with glee and her mouth forms the word right over mine makes my dick swell.
“Yield.” Her legs are firmly planted on either side of me. “Please, by all means, make my fucking day. Rick.” She giggles. Fucking giggles in my face.
I thrust my hips up, making contact with her center. Her face falls, and with a quick quirk of my eyebrow, I throw her over me. She rolls over and onto her feet. Good girl.
She bounces her eyes from mine to my crotch. Now she’s distracted. I can smell her arousal from here, and there is a small, minuscle thread of restraint that is keeping me from stomping over there, throwing her over my shoulder, walking into the gym showers, and taking all my frustrations out on her sweet cunt. Fuck it, if she keeps looking at me like that, I won’t have a choice and might just take her right here.
If memory serves me right, she doesn’t do so well on her stomach. So once she comes at me, I block her punch with my left hand and take my right and wrap it around her throat. I feel her body go rigid under my assault. Without thinking anything into it, I slam her down on her back once again and flip her over.
Barely fazed, she tries to hook her arm around my neck, but I grab ahold of both arms and pin them to her sides, my knee resting in the middle of her spine.
“That was fun,” I say, almost catching my breath. “Now yield.” She lets out a whimper, not wanting to accept defeat. That’s my girl. She will go down fighting. But if I add just a little bit of pressure…
“Fine. I yield.” She, however, sounds very out of breath.
“Nope, Princess. That isn’t our deal.”
“Please, Rick. I yield.”
A growl of frustration leaves me. I pull her arms up toward me, and she winces, breathing in through clenched teeth. Pulling up a little more, causing her arms to strain, I can feel the tension in her muscles pulling taut.
“Wrong fucking answer . ”
“I don’t know your fucking name, you psycho! Do you expect me to read your damn mind?” she mumbles, her face pressed into the mat.
I really hate mumbling.
Gripping her hair and wrapping it around my fist, I yank her ponytail, forcing her face off this disgusting place. I brush my lips against her ear and whisper, “Callum. And you better fucking remember that, Princess, because that is the only name you will be screaming from now on.” I sit back on my heels, keeping her hair firmly in my grip and admire her. I admire the way each droplet of sweat scurries over her skin, the way her clothes cling to her body like a fucking vise. My cock hardens as it rests on her plump ass. She attempts to rub her thighs together, but I hold them hostage against each other. Pressing my front to her so she can feel exactly what she’s doing to me, I say, “Keep moving like that, Princess, and see what happens.” My canine scrapes against her shoulder, and I hear the faintest whimper leave her lips.
“Fine! Fuck. Please, Callum. I yield.”
I hold her there for a few more seconds, to make sure the image is permanently imprinted into my brain. I hesitantly release her, immediately missing the feel of her under me. She pushes herself off the floor, ignoring the hand I extended out to her.
Good girl. Never take hands from strangers.
I watch her step out of the ring before following behind. The fucking beauty she possesses is otherworldly. She could bring any man to their knees with a single look, me included. Images of me on my knees, devouring her from behind, creep into my thoughts as she bends down, swiping her water bottle off the floor. That fucking ass would have a priest on his knees worshiping a new god. Shadows conceal me while I wait.
Watching.
Observing.
She continues to surprise me every damn day, only taking a few minutes to rest before she’s back in the ring, taking one victory after the next.
She totals three more wins before calling it a day, but she’s not done. Not even close.
I think the little fighter still wants to play, and I have just the game in mind. But will she take the bait?
She’s a junkie chasing a high that will never come. She craves something that will truly satisfy the hunger that’s been growing inside her. It will be my honor to release her demons and watch them feast upon our enemies.