Chapter 32 #2
“Saul, this is Liana. Rio’s new wife. Liana, meet Saul.”
I wave my hand awkwardly when he just grunts in response, then goes back to staring at the cage.
“Don’t mind him. He’s still pissed about the fight,” Romeo says and pats the seat next to him.
“Sit, please. You’ll have a better view here.”
I do, and Rio slides in next to me, keeping a possessive hand on my knee. Rio and Romeo start talking about the current fight but Saul doesn’t join in. He just sips his drink and watches with a blank expression.
Suddenly one of the men is hit so hard you can hear the entire crowd gasp as he goes down. His mouth is bleeding and his eyes are cold and I can't help the fear that runs through me.
“Is he dead?”
“Maybe, but I doubt it,” Romeo says from beside me. “This fight wasn’t for blood, Principessa.”
I watch in equal parts horror and fascination as the winner is handed some sort of metal collar and he bends down to clasp it around the other man’s throat.
He then grabs the chain and starts hauling the man out of the cage.
I breathe a sigh of relief when the man wakes up, even if he is struggling against the chain that is dragging him.
“See,” Romeo laughs. “He just woke up from his nap.”
“He’s going to wish he was still asleep though,” Rio comments as we watch the winner bend the loser over the back of a couch.
People crowd around the spectacle, blocking my view and Rio tugs my face towards him, just as I hear someone scream in pain. The sound makes me cringe.
“That is why you never wager more than you can handle, Datura.”
“Is it always like this?” I whisper.
“Depends on the night. Sometimes it’s cash, sometimes a bet. Sometimes it’s just pride. Other times, if there’s a grudge…” He trails off. “I told you this wasn’t a place for you.”
I don’t say anything to that because he’s right. I don’t belong here. But I made a bet and I’m not going to back down now. Rio leans in close, his hand never leaving my thigh.
“It’s time, Datura. Stay here. I have men watching over you.”
I shoot him a look, annoyed.
“Watching me, or watching over me?”
He grins.
“Both.” He turns to Romeo. “Behave, cabrón.”
I have no idea what he just called him but it makes Romeo laugh. Rio kisses me, hard and fast, then disappears into the crowd.
“You are lucky your arrangement was with Rio and not one of his brothers,” Romeo says suddenly, surprising me.
I snort.
“Lucky would be not being shipped off away from my family to a place I know nothing about with a man I barely know.”
My face pales and I cover my mouth. I can’t believe I just said that out loud. He shrugs like he doesn’t care.
“There are worse things, Principessa. Some of the Sanchez men have tastes far worse than Rio’s.
Be grateful he is the eldest heir.” He says that statement and Saul looks back at him, nodding his head in agreement.
Both of them share a look of disgust. My thoughts immediately travel back to the night at the club.
The woman Rio’s brother had with him that wouldn’t speak.
A chill runs down my body and I’m not sure I want to wonder what happened to her.
The crowd erupts with cheers, pulling me from my thoughts and I see Rio appear inside the cage.
He’s shirtless, muscles on full display and I watch as every tattoo flexes while he moves and stretches.
The cheers from the women in the audience are loud and obnoxious.
Why does that man have to be so good looking?
Why am I being tortured with attraction to a man I should despise?
“What happens to the loser of this fight?” I ask with fear. I never thought about that when agreeing to this.
“What did you bet?” Romeo asks.
I just look at him and don’t answer. I’m not going to tell him what Rio plans to do to me. I don’t think I can say it out loud. The fight starts fast. There’s no lead up. Just both men trading hits back and forth. Rio’s opponent lands a hit, then another, and I cringe inside.
‘Is it wrong for me to want him to win and lose at the same time?’
The man grins, blood trickling from his lip, as he lands another hit on Rio, splitting his eyebrow open. Blood pours down the side of his face.
“Are you sure he’s going to be okay?” I ask with sympathy that surprises me.
Rio’s eyes find mine through the cage, and he smiles wide, his teeth red with blood. He runs his tongue along his teeth, slow and deliberate, and I feel something coil inside my stomach. How is this man terrifying me and turning me on all at once? Romeo watches with a little smirk.
“Fuck, principessa, what did you offer him if he wins? He looks like he’s going to eat you alive.”
I flush all over. I can tell now, Rio is putting on a show, letting the other guy land a few hits, before slamming him to the mat.
“It’s always a show when Sanchez fights. He lets them hit him for fun. He drags it out too long,” Saul mutters.
“You’re just mad you lost to the Russian,” Romeo jokes.
Saul turns to look at him with a glare.
“Fuck off. Next time you fight him then.”
“Maybe,” Romeo shrugs with a smirk.
The fight ends with a chokehold that has the other man passing out with his face purple.
The crowd loses its mind, half booing, half cheering, all clearly wanting more blood to spill.
Rio wastes no time as he exits the cage and stalks toward the VIP section.
Toward me. He doesn’t bother acknowledging the people shouting his name or the girls trying to grab him.
His eyes are completely locked on me, and there’s a wild, feral look in them.
I stand, shaking, because I know what’s coming and I’m terrified.
I'm also slightly turned on and that confuses me even more.
He reaches me, grabs me by the waist just as I try to step back, and yanks me against his body.
“Oh Datura,” he whispers, lips pressed to my ear. “You don’t plan to back out now, do you? We had a deal.”
“Everyone’s watching,” I say low.
“That’s the point.”
“Rio, you can’t be serious. You really intend to…to…”
“To fuck you in front of everyone?” He finishes my sentence, loud enough for Romeo and Saul to hear. “That was the deal, wasn’t it?”
Romeo whistles and turns his chair so he’s facing us. He nudges Saul.
“This should cheer you up. We get to watch Rio fuck his Italian princess. I can’t wait to see how beautiful she looks when she comes.”
Saul doesn’t smile, but I see the way his eyes flick to me, slightly amused. Rio’s hand snakes down my back, fingers digging into the flesh just above my ass as he looks over at Romeo with annoyance. He seems to be deep in thought for a minute before he starts to drag me out of VIP.
“Where are you going?” Romeo calls out with a laugh.
“Somewhere I can claim my prize in private.”
Romeo and Saul, both howl with laughter but Rio ignores them.
“I changed my mind,” he says as he pulls me through a side door. “I’m the only one who gets to hear you scream tonight.”
He drags me through another door and the room is so dark I can barely see.
Not that it matters. Rio grabs me by the waist and hauls me up onto a shelf before my eyes can adjust. His hands are everywhere as he kisses me hard.
I taste the blood from his mouth but surprisingly don’t pull away.
My whole body is alive and hot and I think I want this too.
My dress is flipped up and my underwear come off quickly.
His mouth is on me before I can even process it.
His mouth is hot against my core and his fingers dig into my thighs as I grip the edge of the shelf.
“Wait,” I gasp out loud. This might be too much, too fast.
He pulls back, just a little, enough to meet my eyes in the dim light.
“I need you to come for me, Datura,” he says, voice so low it’s almost a growl. “I’m going to fuck you and it’s going to be hard and fast. I won’t last long. I’m too wound up. Can you do that? Can you come for me?”
“I…I…," I stutter just as Rio dives back in to devour me with his tongue and mouth. He pushes a finger inside me and my eyes roll back into my head.
"Ye…yes," I say as he pumps it inside me a few times before pressing in another.
I feel the pressure build quickly and can’t stop the explosion that happens as my orgasm slams into me.
Rio moans, licking and sucking at me until I’m pushing his head away.
Then before I can recover he's pulling me closer to the edge of the shelf, spreading my legs wider and entering me in one swift motion.
I scream out at the sudden intrusion and feel my walls clench tight around him as he thrusts inside mercilessly.
"Dios Mio, Datura. You feel so fucking good. You were made for me, baby. Que rico te aguantas cuando te meto mi verga.” He fucks into me so hard, I can feel the shelf shaking and items tumbling off around us.
I feel him hit somewhere inside of me and I swear it feels like he gets bigger.
Something inside me snaps and I come again causing him to growl out as he explodes, coating my insides with his cum.
I’m practically panting as he slides my underwear back on and helps me from the shelf. I can feel his cum already dripping from inside me when he places his palm against the outside of my underwear and cups my pussy.
“I love knowing you have to walk around with me dripping from your pussy, Datura. If we were home, I would take your clothes so I could watch it slide down those beautiful thighs as you walk around naked.”
I don’t respond but something in my stomach flutters at his words. He takes me by the hand and walks us back out to the fights, and for a moment, I don’t mind being his.
Maybe I never did.
The ride home is silent. Rio drives with one hand on the wheel and the other on my thigh.
My body still buzzes from everything that happened tonight.
Watching Rio fight and just being in that environment gave me a rush I didn’t think I needed.
I study him as he drives. There’s still blood from his split eyebrow crusted on his face and his bruises blend together with all of his tattoos.
He looks like a wild man, and God help me, because I can’t stop the rush of heat that goes straight between my legs.
He catches me staring at him and raises a brow in question.
I can’t possibly tell him what I was just thinking so I ask a different question instead.
“So…what did you actually win tonight?”
“The fight?” he asks, looking confused.
I nod.
“You,” he says with a laugh.
My stomach twists with dread.
“You bargained me?”
‘Was he going to give me away?’ I think as I stare at him in horror.
“Fuck no,” he growls out and the relief I feel is instantaneous. "The fight was just for fun tonight. The only prize I needed was you. No one else will ever touch you but me, Datura."
I don’t even realize he’s parked the car until he’s turning to face me completely.
“You forgive me yet?”
I want to say yes, but the words won’t leave my mouth.
“You’re mine either way, Datura.”
I kiss him instead of responding because he’s right. It’s not like I have a choice. He smiles against my mouth.
“I’ll take that as a maybe.”
‘Maybe,’ I think, but I don’t say it out loud.