Game (15 page)

25.

(Finn)

My target was a guy called Brick.
His real name was Brian. He was a well trained fighter who had traveled the
world. He worked open ground and underground. Walking the best of both worlds,
Brian was not known for losing fights. They called him Brick because his hands
were so damn big that when he made a fist, his knuckles and fingers squared up
and it looked like a brick.

Simple as that.

There was a huge crowd at the
fight.

Fiore had tons of security there,
making sure Zander or his crew weren
’
t
going to try and make an attack. I couldn
’
t
get involved in any of the background noise.

I had a fight to win.

I stood in an empty room and
finished taping up my hands. I made fists then stretched my fingers. I threw a
few punches to the air, trying to get my body to loosen up. I then stood there
and stared at a wall. It was my pre-fight trick to swipe my mind clean. Nothing
mattered but winning this fight. Fiore had made his warning very clear. If I
didn
’
t win, I was fucked.
Dead. Then Shayna was
…

Shit.

Fiore was going to take her anyway.

I couldn
’
t save her. I couldn't protect her. I was a
fighter. This deep mob and family stuff was far beyond me. I was some punk kid who
grew up on the street. Born of Irish descent, never knowing where my family
came from or what they did. Like a stray animal just getting through life, that
’
s all I was.

I felt Shayna behind me. I turned
and looked at her. Again, nothing but jeans and a  t-shirt and she had my heart
racing.

“
I
’
m sorry about this,
”
I said.
“
All of this. I can help you run.
”

“
I
can
’
t go anywhere,
”
she said.
“
There
’
s no reason why we can
’
t do what he wants, Finn. Just to try. I mean, we
have time. We talked about that. We just have to
…”

“
I
never thought I
’
d see the
day where a woman is trying to convince me to have sex,
”
I said.

“
What
is it?
”
she asked. She
stepped at me.
“
Is it me?
Is it her? Just tell me.
”

“
Sweetie,
don
’
t do this
…”

She came closer to me.
“
I am. I
’
m going to do this.
”

“
Not
before a fight. My mind needs
…”

“
Am
I ugly? Fat? What is it, Finn?
”

I jumped at her. I was ready to
pounce. A hungry beast looking for a meal. I wanted to sample the sweet taste
between her legs. My ears begged to hear her scream my name. My cock twitched
and throbbed, desperate to come to life and reach depths in her core that she
never felt before.

I lifted Shayna up and put her
against a wall. My hands held her waist. Her hands clawed at my arms.

“
Yes,
”
she groaned.
“
Yes, Finn.
”

“
Look
at me,
”
I growled.
“
You are not ugly. You are the
most beautiful woman I
’
ve
ever met in my life. You are not fat. Goddammit. I don
’
t ever want to hear you say that again. As long as
I
’
m with you. Your curves
are the most desirable thing I
’
ve
ever touched in my life.
”

I had no idea what was happening to
me. But right then, I wanted to fuck her. I demanded to fuck her. I lowered her
down to her feet.

Fuck the fight
…
I
’
m getting-

“
Now
that
’
s what I like to see,
”
a voice said.

It was Fiore.

He adjusted his tie and grinned.
“
But it
’
s time to fight, Finn.
”

I released my hold on Shayna and
backed away.

She had her hands to the wall, eyes
wide. She was terrified and turned on.

It
’
s time to fight
…

~ ~ ~

I was getting my ass handed to me.

Brick matched every move with a
move of his own. My right jab was weak and predictable. He knocked it away and
smashed his fist into my ribs. I groaned and spit, feeling like my lung had
exploded. His hand grabbed the back of my neck and he threw me to the concrete
ground like I was a toy.

I turned and he was right there.

One, two
fists came crashing
down at me, both hitting my face, smacking the back of my head against the
ground.

I lifted my foot and kicked at
Brick, hitting him in the gut. I put my arms up in a
X
and protected my
face. I blocked his punches with my leg and foot, finally landing a lucky shot
to his jaw. His neck snapped back, blood spraying from his mouth. He turned and
stumbled, giving me enough time to get to my feet.

As I looked around, I remembered
what was at stake. I had to take care of Brick before anything else. I looked
up and saw Shayna standing on a ledge. Right next to Fiore. He was sucking on a
fat cigar, grinning. His men were all around him. I had an image of those men
touching Shayna. Groping her. Trying to
…

I looked just in time to see Brick
charging at me. I moved and walloped him with a right to the stomach. I grunted
and he instantly dropped to his knees. He held his stomach, face red. I swung
another right and hit him in the jaw. His head swiveled. I grabbed his hair and
pulled him back.

“
Get
the fuck up!
”
I yelled.
“
These people want to see a
fight!
”

The crowd went wild.

I let Brick get to his feet and
take a few swings at me. I ducked and jumped out of the way, letting the people
see my footwork. Brick kept coming after me and I kept fucking with him. I even
turned and put my back to him, acting like a total dick. It was nothing but
disrespect to Brick, but the people loved it. When I turned, he was there
again. I saw his shoulder drop and predicted the punch. I moved and threw my
head into his. Our skulls cracked together. Brick fell back and down to his
ass. I could have tore him up and finished it then.

But Fiore liked a good show.

I walked backward until I was
against the edge of the crowd. People threw their arms around me, all grabbing
at the sweaty mess I was. I never understood why people liked it, but I let
them have their fucking show.

It took Brick a good minute or so
to get to his feet.

I then walked forward and stuck my
jaw out. I touched my jaw and nodded.
“
Come
on, asshole. Hit me. One free shot.
”

The people really loved when I did
that.

I knew Brick had nothing left. His
eyes were damn spinning in his head. His face bloody and swollen. He looked
confused, definitely taken off guard by how aggressive I had become.

He brought his fist back and threw
the free punch.

There was never a free punch.

I wasn
’
t a total moron. Any punch could knock someone out.

I put my hand up and grabbed his
fist. The crowd cheered. I threw my head forward again, against Brick
’
s nose. His nose popped and bled.
He stepped back and I was on the attack again. I put my fists up and went in to
finish the job once and for all.

I had to give him credit though.

He took ten good punches from me
and threw two decent ones before he went down. Even then, he reached for me,
trying to pull at me. So I stayed on one knee and hit him three more times
before his head fell to the side.

Then I stood and opened my arms.

I fucking won, as expected.

I turned and looked up at Shayna.

Part of the battle was over.
Now
I just had to battle these feelings for Shayna and where they were going to
take me
…

26.

(Shayna)

My hands gripped the railing tight
as I watched Finn walk around the circle, shirtless, arms opened. I was a
second away from climbing on the railing, jumping from it to get to him. That
’
s how fucking wild my body felt
from the inside out. Fuck Fiore and his demand for a baby. Fuck Zander and his
wasted life of abuse. My world existed for Finn right then and only Finn could
make it right and keep it right.

He was so cocky about it, too. He
knew he was good and there wasn
’
t
a damn thing anyone could do about it either. He put a hand out and walked the
edge of the circle, slapping hands with everyone reaching for him. The guy was
famous for what he did.

I watched as he stole a drink from
someone
’
s hand. He pounded
it back and smashed the glass on the ground. He then tore some money out of
another guy
’
s hand and
tossed it into the air.

“
This
is my circle,
”
he yelled.

On the floor, his opponent was
barely just starting to move.

Finn walked to the open edge of the
circle and looked back one last time. He gave a half smile, sly grin and it
sent my body into overdrive. Then he disappeared to another part of the
building, obviously one of the bathrooms so he could clean himself up. For as
cocky as Finn wanted to be, his opponent had gotten a few good hits on him.

“
Pretty
impressive, huh?
”
Fiore
asked.

“
You
wouldn
’
t have killed him,
”
I said.
“
You need him.
”

Fiore grinned.
“
I like to keep my fighters
angry. Strong. Ready to kill.
”

“
You
wouldn
’
t hurt me either. I
can help you get to Zander.
”

“
No,
Shayna, I
’
m not worried
about Zander anymore,
”
he
said.
“
But I will hurt you.
I
’
m not stopping with my
demands. I know how to fix my family and you
’
re
going to do it. Because I have you. Now, are you ready to come with me?
”

Fiore made a small move and I
jumped to the side. I crashed into something. I turned and it was a
someone
.
One of Fiore
’
s guys.

“
Hey
pretty,
”
he said.
“
I promise, I
’
ll be gentle the first time.
”

“
Fuck
yourself,
”
I said and
lifted my knee to his balls.

I got him good.

I looked back at Fiore and started
to run.

He nodded. He didn
’
t chase me.

Of course he didn
’
t chase. He knew I couldn
’
t get away. And he knew where I
was going.

I was going to fuck Finn
…
whether he liked it or
not.

~ ~ ~

I scoured each room until I found
him.

He was in an old bathroom, hovered
over the sink, washing his hands and face. He stood up and looked in the mirror
at me.

“
Shayna.
”

I wasn
’
t messing around anymore.

I kicked the door shut and rushed
at him. Before I could get to him though, he spun around, surprising me. I
waited for him to give me some kind of lame excuse, but that didn
’
t happen.

Finn took charge.

His hands were at my waist and he
spun me around. My ass pressed against the sink as he thrust his hips at me. I
felt the thickness of his cock instantly pressing against me.

“
Holy
shit,
”
I whispered.

“
No
turning back now,
”
he said.
“
I gave you your chance to
get away. To deny me. To fucking run. But you wouldn
’
t take it. So now you
’
re
fucked. For real.
”

My lips quivered. I had no idea
what to think or do.

His hands grabbed the front of my
jeans, opening them.

He then placed a hand to the back
of my neck. My hands touched his chest, still slick from the sweat of fighting.

“
I
’
m going to fucking pound you,
”
he whispered, his lips grazing
mine. Then he kissed me.
“
You
’
re not going to stop me. You
’
re my game now, sweetie. And I
’
m always the fucking winner.
”
His teeth touched my neck and
he kissed up to my ear.
“
I
’
m going to come inside you and
fill you.
”

My fingers curled at his chest.

Something had officially unleashed
the beast inside Finn. Maybe it was the fight. Maybe it was me going after him.
Or maybe he had been hiding it all along, like he said, giving me the chance to
get away.

No matter what, this was different.

He plunged into my panties, his
rough fingers against my smooth skin. His fingers curled, lifted, the pressure
against my sex, bringing me to my feet. His fingers played, rubbed, soaking
themselves as I was more than ready for him.

“
Now
fucking touch me,
”
Finn
ordered.
“
Wrap your hand
around my dick and feel me.
”

I did as told, grabbing the waist
of his shorts and pushing them down. His steel perfection popped free, longer
and thicker than I remembered. My hand touched him, trying to tease him as I
slid my fingertips down the top of his hardness.

His hand left my neck and he
reached for himself. His hand was big enough to hold himself. My hand
definitely wasn
’
t.

My hands were free so I grabbed my
shirt, lifting it up over my head. My breasts felt so heavy in my bra, aching
to be touched and tasted by Finn. But he was already on the move again. One
hand grabbed my ass and pulled at me. I opened my legs and offered myself to
him. As I stared down, I watched Finn place his wide tip against my body. He
thrust and guided, as my body tried desperately to accommodate him. The harder
he thrusted, the better it felt. I looked up at him and his eyes burned to
mine.

Finn then pounded at me, ripping me
open.

Before I could scream, his lips
crashed to mine.

My hands found comfort in his arms.
My thumbs felt the hardness of his biceps and my fingertips tried to reach the
pinnacle of the ridges of his triceps. He was massive in more than one way,
leaving me clawing and gasping for anything I could find.

He was so good. He made me full
when he entered me and left me aching when he pulled away. He worked slow with
precision, making my body form to his cock. One hand was at my lower back,
fingers spread wide, keeping me steady. His other hand slid around and touched
my breast. He tugged at the top of my bra and I waited for him to expose my
breast and have me. But he didn
’
t.
His hand kept going down until I felt the pressure of his thumb to my clit.

It was instant climax. 

I came and screamed, my voice
battering the walls of the bathroom. Finn groaned as he started to move harder
and faster. My body sought relief, but I couldn
’
t
dare bring myself to stop him now. My hands slid down his arms and touched his
stomach. The ridges of his stomach muscles flexed with each beautiful offering
of himself.

In and out, my body hit the
bathroom sink.

He placed both hands to my waist
and slowly began to inch his hands up my body. The speed with which he worked
grew more and more intense. The sound of bodies together echoed off the walls.

His hands kept going, up and up my
body. Creeping over my breasts, I groaned, waiting. But he kept going again.
Fucking torturing me with his touch. As his hands touched my neck, I put my
head back. I shut my eyes and was lost in a world of pleasure. The deep feeling
that rushed through me was nothing I felt before. Not just Finn fucking me but
something more.

His fingertips dug into the back of
my hair and he forced me to look at him. His forehead came forward, touching
mine. Everything about him was overpowering. His body smelled of man, of a
fight, a musky smell that tore through all my desires. Finn was the man every
woman dreamt of but ran from.

I had my chance to run.

And I did run. Right to Finn.

His eyes were as sexy as ever, dark
and beautiful, haunting with an intense passion. His hips bucked at me with
hard thrusts and I knew he was getting ready.

Holy shit, it
’
s going to happen
…
he
’
s going to
…

“
Ah,
fuck,
”
Finn groaned.

He was there, right on the cusp, ready
to explode inside me. We were both completely vulnerable, held hostage in a
sick game, yet we both fucking loved it.

I loved
…

“
Fuck,
”
Finn said again.

Then he pulled away from me.