Chapter 28 Gianna #2
“Have you ever fought here?” Gianna asked, taking a seat on the couch.
Finn nodded his head, walking over to the fully stocked bar and picking up a bottle. “I have. Not my favorite place to fight though. I prefer something less sterile and stuck up. But this was the only place with a fight happening and I know you love to watch them.”
Her mouth dropped open. “I do not love to watch fights.”
He placed two glasses on the table and took a seat beside her. “You’re a terrible liar.”
“I show up to Fight Night because it’s a part of the festivities and all the girls go,” she said.
She hated the way his eyes could read right through every word that was escaping her lips. She swallowed harshly but kept her eyes locked on his.
He opened the bottle, shaking his head in amusement. “Even though I’m usually up in that ring, I see what happens in the stands before my fight. Hell, a lot of the time I see what happens during my fight too. I see you, princess, every single time.”
“How?”
“Well, you’re usually wearing pink so naturally you catch my gaze every single time.”
Gianna huffed, rolling her eyes. “It’s my favorite color. Kill me.”
“But you’re always up front too, watching the fights with this admiration in your eyes.
Even when they get gruesome, you keep your eyes locked on them in awe like you can’t look away.
At my fight, fuck, at every one of my fights, you always looked at me that way.
” Finn shook his head, pouring the liquid into the glasses for both of them.
“I know you like the fights, and I know you bet on me every single time. I just don’t know why you do. ”
She licked her lips, grabbing one of the glasses and swallowing it down in one gulp. Fuck, did he have to ask these types of questions now of all times? He was so much more inquisitive than people gave him credit for, that was for sure.
“How did you know about the betting?” That was her first question.
“I have access to the records.” He drank his own drink, pouring both of them another one.
“I don’t like all fights, you’re wrong about that,” she said. “I like yours.”
Finn stopped what he was doing. “Why?”
“Can I lie?” she asked.
He shook his head with a grin. “I would prefer you didn’t.”
A sigh left her lips. “When you fight, it’s like art. Just like with my dancing, you move with grace, with a method. It’s not just fighting for you like it is for other people; it’s more. Because of that, betting against you would be stupid.”
He set the bottle on the table, instead wrapping his hands in her hair and pulling his lips to hers.
It was unexpected, but she accepted it all the same.
She had expected him to say something, but in her experience, sometimes there weren’t enough words, or at the very least good enough words, to fully encapsulate exactly what that feeling was.
Hell, he had made her feel it far too many times so now she recognized it.
Finn pulled back, a look akin to obsession in his eyes. It sent a shiver down her spine, heat tightening in her core.
“You probably should have lied to me, Gianna,” he said, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“Why?” Her voice was small and unsure.
“Because I’m afraid I’m never going to let you go now. Not in this lifetime, not even the next. You’re mine, princess.”
She opened her mouth to say something. What? She didn’t even know what she would have said. It didn’t matter anyway. His mouth was on hers again, pulling her body onto his lap while he devoured her with every single fiber of his being he had to offer.
The lights dimmed and the announcers began to call out the fighters for the first round. Gianna pulled away this time, completely breathless. “The fight is starting.”
“I don’t give a shit,” he growled. His mouth latched onto her neck, licking and sucking on the skin in a heated frenzy. Her eyes closed in pleasure, the moisture between her legs only growing worse with every touch.
“I thought you wanted to watch it.”
“I have something so much more fucking entertaining right here, princess.”
He ground his hips against hers, allowing her to feel the cock that strained against his slacks. It swiped against her slit, eliciting a loud moan from her mouth that she quickly tried to cover up.
“We’re in public, we can’t do that here.” Her mind seemed to be logical, but with every single movement of his hips, his mouth, his hands, her body was about to scream, Forget it.
“We won’t fuck then.” He stopped everything, turning her around on his lap so she was now sitting with her back against his chest.
It was dark enough in both the suite and the arena that no one would be able to see inside, but still the thought of anyone looking in and seeing them in this position caused butterflies in her belly.
“What are you doing?” she asked as his hands settled on her thighs, rubbing the skin.
“Watching the fight like you wanted.” His voice was deep and rough. Lips found her ear, biting on the skin before he whispered, “Just don’t make a sound.”
She swallowed harshly, biting her lip. His right hand moved up her thigh, disappearing under her dress.
Gianna tried to focus on the fight happening down below.
She had no idea who the fighters were or who she was supposed to be rooting for.
So far, there was no blood on the ring and neither seemed to be in any serious pain.
She gasped when she felt his fingers through her underwear, rubbing along her pussy slowly. It was barely a touch, but her body was already melting.
“Not a peep, princess,” Finn said, adding more pressure. “Wouldn’t want anyone to know I’m playing with your pussy in here or we’ll have to stop.”
“Don’t stop. Please,” she begged.
She could feel his smile against her cheek. “Needy.”
His movements stopped for a moment, but it was only so he could push her underwear to the side and feel her without any fabric in the way. Gianna closed her eyes, desperately trying to not make a sound.
“You’re so wet,” he groaned while rubbing circles on her clit. “Fuck, I missed this pussy.”
He kept up the tortuous pleasure. Gianna leaned her head back on his shoulder, letting herself get lost in every single wave of pleasure that swept through her.
“Eyes open, princess. You need to be watching the fight,” Finn said, stopping again. “Or are we done here?”
“No,” she nearly shouted. “Don’t stop.”
She looked down at the ring again, noticing that both fighters were exchanging blows with each other.
Blood was now smeared on the floor of the ring, coating their bodies as well.
She thought about Finn the night of his fight, when he was covered in blood and sweat. A rush of pleasure shot through her.
It didn’t help that one hand was still on her clit while the other one was now thrusting a finger inside of her, curling up to hit that spot inside that he had made his mission to find every single time.
Gianna clenched her jaw, desperately trying to stay quiet.
Her nails dug their way into his arm, the stimulation pushing her further and further to an orgasm.
“You’re almost there,” Finn said, moving his hands quicker. The sounds of his hands moving inside of her slick cunt filled the suite and it made her feel unbelievably dirty. “Don’t come yet.”
“What?” she asked, nearly delirious.
“You’ll come when I say you can.”
“Please,” she begged. “Finn.”
“I love when you beg, princess,” he said, looking at her with dark eyes. “But don’t be a brat and hold on for me.”
She tried—fuck, she did. But everything was becoming too much. She looked down at the ring, seeing that one opponent was knocked out and the other one was standing above him in victory.
Gianna could feel her orgasm approaching. She couldn’t hold on. Fuck, there was no way.
She turned towards him, pressing her lips to his to help silence herself as the orgasm ripped through her. Finn kept fucking her with his fingers, letting her ride out her orgasm until she was completely spent. Gianna pulled away, breathless and undeniably happy.
He slipped his hands out of her dress just as the lights were coming back on, licking the moisture from her off them. He grabbed a napkin from the table, wiping the rest of it off.
“Is there another fight?” Gianna asked, leaning on him. “Or what’s the plan now?”
Finn gave her a look that she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Something that looked wicked. “Now, we’re going back to the hotel so you can experience your punishment.”
“Punishment? What the hell for?”
He leaned in close. “You came before I said you could.”
Her mouth dropped open and she thought back to it. He hadn’t said it—in fact, he hadn’t said anything. He pushed her and knew she was coming, but he didn’t give permission. Not that she needed it; she was a grown ass woman.
Gianna’s eyes narrowed. “You did that on purpose. You wanted me to do that so you would have a reason to spank me. Fuck, you wanted to since the restaurant.”
Finn shrugged. “I guess we’ll never know for sure.”
He stood up, adjusting himself right in front of her eyes. She frowned, crossing her arms, ignoring the hand he stuck out for her as she stood by herself.
“If you wanted a brat, you’re about to get her.”
She walked out first, knowing he was following right behind her. Her skin was hot the entire time. All she could think about was what the hell she had gotten herself into.