Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

"Let's go!" Alex shouts over a loud noise and drags me by the hand through the crazy crowd.

The people are seized by the anticipation of the upcoming show, to which Matt's friend brought me out today. It turns out that the asshole takes an active part in Ultimate Fighting and was almost a major winner before he left. I heard that he had started to give up lately, and now he's decided to regain the championship title. I couldn't refuse such a performance. I had seen street fights more than once, and I had also had to defend myself at the orphanage if there were those who wanted to seem stronger. But I had never been in a real fight.

I could literally feel the atmosphere of general glee. Some were chanting " Radge," while others were shouting "Cash" eagerly outshouting them. People were shrieking and drinking, and, as I noticed, they were betting heavily.

I try to move carefully among the angry young people, so as not to become a victim of the over-zealous fans. Alex's hand squeezes my hand tightly, and then suddenly lets it go when we finally get out of the epicenter. We walk down a small corridor and enter one of the rooms.

I notice Matthew right away. It's impossible not to notice a half-naked guy in a small room with iron lockers for changing clothes.

The former champion stands in front of us and fastens his red leather gloves on his palms. I run my eyes involuntarily over his taut, strong body. I couldn't say he is too muscular, rather the opposite. Skinny, even too skinny for a fighter. I wonder if this guy is even capable of defeating someone with a lot more muscle mass.

But still, his abs and arms are clearly outlined beneath the shiny, sweat-dripping skin. The white shorts hang low on his hips, leaving me no chance to ignore the oblique abdominal muscles hiding under the elastic band.

I look up, pulling away from the examination of his person, and confront the defiant eyes that burn a hole in me.

"Did you like it, Rie?" The bastard smiles a satisfied grin and walks over to me and Alex. "Hey, Red."

"Hey, Cash, you ready? "

"You bet. I've been dreaming of beating someone for six months," His hoarse voice lacks an ounce of fear, only undisguised anticipation. Matt turns to me and raises an eyebrow questioningly. "You didn't answer. I think you just came, groping me with your eyes."

I snort in response to his smug look.

"There's nothing about you that I don't see in others, Matthew. You shouldn't put a price on yourself" And then I lean over and say it in his ear so that Alex can hear it, too: "And if you think I cum so quietly that you didn't even hear it, you're very wrong. But here's the problem: you'll never know how it really happens."

I pull away, losing my guard for a moment and forgetting who I'm dealing with.

Matt suddenly reaches out, wraps his arm around my neck, and presses me into one of the drawers. His body crashes into mine. A small wrench hurts my lower back, and his wet lips rub against my ear in the most boorish way:

"I'll find out it tonight, Rieee! After I kneel down Radge first, I will do the same to you and I swear you will scream my name and beg to fuck you again!"

My throat becomes as dry as the Sahara when I feel his wildly beating heart and his hot body pressed against me. It becomes hard to breathe. A wet tongue slowly runs down my cheekbone, and while the bastard holds my neck with one hand, his second one squeezes my cheeks.

My pulse is starting to go off the scale. Disgust mixed with something very strange seizes my body as I struggle to move away from his brazen tongue. My nostrils are tickled by the smell of a man's body without a hint of cologne. And this scent of victory is all over him. In every word, in every look, even on a physical level, being so close now, I can feel in him this unyielding desire to get his way. Matthew already feels like a winner. Not only in the upcoming fight. Without knowing the outcome, he is as sure of himself as the devil himself.

Alex isn't even going to stand up for me. He just glares at us sideways, which makes me feel uncomfortable. I feel like a toy in the hands of rich boys.

I clench my teeth and shove the bastard away from me.

"Dream on, Matt. Your self-confidence is playing against you. You're blind to the idea that everyone around you is a pawn, and you're the king. All winners, sooner or later, stumble and bleed to death."

I turn around and walk past Alex, hitting him on the shoulder because he's standing at the very entrance to the room. And also because I just want to hurt him for being such a spineless jellyfish.

Anger flows through my veins as I walk out into the loud hall again and look for the guys from the track.

Matt

"Aren't you going to run after her?" I ask Red after the sassy bitch storms out of the locker room.

"What's the point? She just saw whose side I'm on."

I can see he's a little upset. Rie seems to have a hold on him, since he's dragging her with him everywhere. But wasn't he the one who suggested me to fuck this impregnable girl?

I think if she were really more important to him than a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, my pal would think a hundred times before throwing around such offers, which I do not refuse, if I am interested.

And in the case of this sharp-tongued girl, I'm veeery interested. The little bitch turns me on with one look full of contempt and hatred. It's damn delicious to feed on her emotions.

"Cash, haven't you changed your mind?"

Larry's face shows up at the door, melting hopes of the unfulfilled. Fuck, he's pissed me off today. I push the door close and jam his head into the doorway with such force that the fat pig nearly squeals.

"Larry, what language should I use to tell you that I'm not going to lose this fight?" I press the wood harder into his rapidly reddening ear. "If Radge beats me, so be it, but I'll do it tonight. You can tell your people not to buy me. And if they try it again, they'll be afraid to go to sleep at night. You got it?"