The bell rings and I stay in my spot, only moving when necessary. Meetze is bouncing all around, taunting me and expending far too much fucking energy.
Pulling up my gloves, I cover my face and crouch slightly. When he’s close enough, I jab my arm out, my glove connecting with flesh. He groans, I hear it under his breath. We go on like this until the bell rings that signals us to move back to our corners before the next round.
“He’s a fuckin’ pussy. You done playin’ with him yet?” Aaron asks.
Turning to him, I grin before I open my mouth. He squirts some water inside and I swish it around my mouth before I spit it in a bucket. Aaron shakes his head, his eyes fucking bright with the same adrenaline that’s flowing throughout my entire system.
I’m not done playing with Meetze. Not by a fucking long shot. Thoughts of Antoni, of watching him die, completely melt away. I am in my zone, focused on one thing and one thing only—winning.
The only thing that is different about this fight than any other, is the fact that I no longer use the expression, kill.
I don’t want to kill anyone.
I’m not a killer.
I just want to knock my opponent the fuck out. I want to knock his ass to the floor. Then I want to kiss my girl before I carry her back behind the doors where I dressed and fuck her against the door. Then fuck her again, and again, until we’re both so goddamn sated and exhausted that we can’t move.
Grinning, I stand up when the bell rings and I play a little more with Meetze. He looks tired, exhausted really. I, however, could run ten miles. I am ready for this shit.
TULIP
I gasp when the gloved fist smashes into Louis’ face. I watch as blood starts to drip down from his eyebrow. I’m sitting on the edge of my seat, my eyes glued to Louis as he bounces around the ring, throwing and receiving punches. My heart is slamming against my ribcage and I can’t breathe.
For a while it looked like Louis was just kind of playing around, goading his opponent. Now, he looks fatigued. The fight is in its ninth round.
I can’t take this much longer.
I want it to be over with. Both men are breathing heavily. The crowd is completely out of control and I can do nothing but stare and hope that it’s all over soon.
Mary-Beth reaches for me, wrapping her fingers around my forearm and squeezes. I don’t turn to look at her, I can’t. There is no way that I can miss even a second of this fight.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I jump when Louis smashes his glove against Meetze’s face and his head violently jerks to the side.
Something in Louis seems to change almost instantly. Something takes over in him and it seems as though he’s finished playing. I watch as he begins to pummel Meetze, right, left, right, left, upper right, upper left.
He switches from face to body shots, his body never slowing as he delivers one punch after the next until Meetze finally goes down.
The crowd goes insane. The referee walks to the center, I hear him count then I watch as his hands slash in front of him before he reaches for Louis’ wrist and holds it straight up in the air.
“Tulip, come,” Shawn barks.
He gently wraps his fingers around my bicep and helps me stand to my wobbly high heeled feet before he guides me toward the ring.
The security guards let us pass, and then I don’t know how it happens, there are a bunch of hands on me and somehow, I end up in the center of the boxing ring.
Louis is right there, he turns to me, his arm falling from being held up and I feel it curve around my waist before he none-too-gently hauls me against his side.
He spits his mouthguard out and then his mouth is on mine. I taste a mixture of salty sweat, metallic blood and him. I welcome it all as he slips his tongue into my mouth.
I hear a bunch of reporters asking questions, but they are ignored. Louis breaks the kiss and his lips curve up into a grin.
“Need you, baby,” he breathes.
Holding out his hand. A towel appears and he brings it to my face, wiping off what I assume is blood and sweat before he tosses it to the floor.
Without another word, I hear Gary telling everyone that Louis will be available for interviews during the press conference that is scheduled for tomorrow late-afternoon.
I don’t hear much else because Louis takes a step back from me, bends down and shoves his shoulder into my belly before he hauls me up and over that shoulder.
My arms hang down his back, grasping onto the waist of his silky little blue boxing shorts while his hand splays on my ass, covering my vagina, hopefully. Someone calls my name, so I lift my head with a smile.
A camera flashes in my face and I know that they’ve taken a picture, one that I’m sure will be plastered all over the internet, but I can’t seem to care at this exact moment.
All that I can think about is Louis filling me. It’s been a week since he’s been inside of me and I’m not ashamed to admit that I need to feel him.
Louis swiftly walks away from the crowd, through some double doors and into a hallway. I don’t know where he’s going, but he’s on a mission to get there and I simply cannot wait. He opens another door and the noise from the arena is so muffled that I can hardly hear it.
Slowly, he tugs me down from his shoulder and my entire body slides down his, touching the entire way until my feet hit the ground. “Need these off, baby,” he murmurs, holding up his glove covered hands.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I take a step back and fumble with the gloves until I get them off. His hands are taped and I start to take the tape off of his hands when he grunts and shakes his head.
“Tape can stay,” he growls, reaching for me. He wraps his hands around my hips and tugs me against his chest before he turns us around and presses my back against the wall.
Lifting my hand, I cup his cheek, running my thumb across his bottom lip. “You were magnificent,” I exhale.
My breath hitches on the end of my sentence. Louis picks me up and pushes me against the wall. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I groan when he shoves my dress up to my waist. The little thong panty I’m wearing is pushed to the side and two of his fingers fill me.
The back of my head thuds against the door as I lift my hips, moaning at the feel of his fingers as they pump in and out of me.
Reaching between us, I try to push those sexy little shorts off, but I fail. Louis chuckles, then in a flash his shorts and fingers have both disappeared. I feel the tip of his cock against my center and I clench my jaw, waiting for him.
“Look at me,” he demands.
Opening my eyes, the second they collide with his, he surges deep inside of me. I let out a cry at the same time he growls. He doesn’t just fuck me against the door. He fucks me against that door. It’s all I can do to just breathe as he ruthlessly pounds into me. He’s a man possessed, his eyes never leaving mine. It’s absolutely amazing.
I come with a scream that rips throughout my body, but Louis doesn’t stop. His hips slam even harder into me, drawing out my orgasm with each grind of his pelvis against my clit.
One of his hands is against my head on the door, the other is gripping one of my ass cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh—hard.
It’s perfection.
“Harder,” I moan.
His eyes widen, then his lips tip up and he drives into me even harder. I’m going to ache later, hell, I already do, but I don’t care. It all feels too good, too raw, too perfect to care.