Rampage (Bound by Cage Book 2)

by Brittany Crowley

  We wait at the door until I’m given the go ahead to make my way down to the octagon. The more the crowd cheers, the more the adrenaline runs through my veins. When I emerge from the door the crowd goes crazy.

  Walking down the aisle I’m patted on the back and wished luck from my fans. This is why I do this. For the thrill and for all the people who come out to support me. I don’t know why I thought they wouldn’t have my back when I returned. I need to get in that ring and do right by them.

  When I get to the end of the aisle and hang a right I look towards the front row, to where I know my family, and more importantly, Ashlyn will be. They’re jumping around like psychos and I can’t get enough of it. I stop in front of them and fist bump with Kyle. Jack grabs me and pulls me into a hug while he jumps around. Savvy pats me on the arm and wishes me luck, she looks nervous. I wink at her and tell her Zander is in the zone. She smiles and kisses my cheek. When I get to my girl I grab her and kiss the life out of her.

  “You ready for this Hellcat?” I whisper in her ear.

  “Are you ready for this Rampage?”

  A smile creeps up my face and I leave my family behind heading for the cage. When I get to the middle of the ring I bounce around trying to stay loose.

  Matty’s song comes on and the crowd starts booing. It takes a lot of restraint to keep the smile that wants to work its way across my face from coming out. Screw it, I let that motherfucker shine. Stan pulls me to my corner as he makes his way to the front. I watch intently as he gets close to Ash. The piece of shit learnt his lesson because he doesn’t stop or even look her way. Smart man. The little talk I had with a few big wigs helped get my point across too.

  As he enters and the ref pulls us to the center of the ring everything becomes a blur. I don’t hear the ring side announcer reading off our stats or when he says to have a clean fight. As I stare at Matt Kingsley one word runs through my mind. Kill. There will be blood, but it won’t be mine.

  It’s been too long since I’ve had to flip the switch. Once that bell rings it’s time to shut it down and go on a rampage.

  Ding Ding Ding Ding

  Game time.

  *****

  Have you ever been so in the moment that you can’t see beyond it? Where anything and everything ceases to exist other than what you’re solely focused on? I keep going over the fight in my head with the same conclusion. It was unreal!

  “Congrats Rampage!” Another partygoer shouts at me.

  “Thanks man.”

  I’m so over this party but I have to stay here for a while. The owner put it on and I don’t want to come off as disrespectful. I shouldn’t even have a party seeing as I wasn’t the main attraction, but after the sheer insaneness that occurred, Zander said he’d gladly share the spotlight. That’s right, Zander is still the Light Heavyweight Champion and he deserves every bit of the recognition he’s receiving tonight. He went pure beast mode and kicked ass.

  I walk back over to Ash with a beer for myself and a bottle of water for my girl. She’s a trooper. I can tell she is exhausted out of her mind but she’s sucking it up to be here for me, to support me. When I remember the look on her face and the tears in her eyes after I won, I can’t help but smile.

  Son of a bitch, I didn’t think this would last past the first round. We’re about to enter the third and we’re both still raring to go. It’s been pretty even so far and if it goes to a judge’s decision it’ll be way too close for comfort. I refuse to lose by any other way than making him tap or knocking him the fuck out.

  The bell rings and I know his move, he’s going to go for my legs. It’s what he’s been trying to do at the start of every round. I duck out at the last second and his body lands on the ground. I jump for him but he’s expecting me. He jumps on top of me striking me in the head with his fist. Then he wraps my neck and pulls me into a guillotine. I manage to roll him off and we struggle for control on the floor. We’re lying on our backs connected by our arms as Kingsley gets up on his knees. I know I need to do something so he doesn’t build momentum, so I push up on my legs moving him backwards, trying to throw him off.

  My hand makes its way to his hip as I push, flipping both of us to the side. We separate for a second and he goes for my back. He reaches his arm behind my hips and I drop my weight. His arm ends up beneath me and I capitalize by throwing it in a lock. It’s not ideal because my back is open to him so I need to think fast on how to keep this hold and eliminate my weakness. I jump my body across his blocking his chance to fight me with his legs. It’s at this point I know I’ve got this. No way can he get out of this hold.

  But he does. He lifts himself off the ground and rolls us as I keep a hold on his arm. It backfires on him as I succeed my second attempt at a kimura in the perfect position. The crowd goes crazy as they realize I have him in the exact hold that won him our last match. Fucking tap!

  “Eat shit.” Matty spits out at me.

  “It looks like you’re in a horrible position to be trash talking asshole.” I put even more pressure on his arm and I hear him yell out in pain.

  The sound of a bell barely registers in my head before I’m being pulled off of him. I didn’t even see him tap, did it happen? The crowd is going crazy as the ref pulls us to the center of the ring. Matty’s clutching his arm and mine’s raised high above my head.

  I won!

  After all the hoopla, I exit the ring with seeing one person in mind. I push through crowds of people congratulating me as I see Ash with a sweet smile on her face and tears in her eyes. When I get to her she throws her arms around my neck and buries her head in my chest.

  “I’m so freaking proud of you.” She whispers and it’s a wonder I can hear her over all the noise.

  “Thank you.” My voice cracks as I get choked up. This isn’t a big fight, but it was a huge milestone for me. My comeback.

  “You thirsty?” I ask Ashlyn.

  “Parched.” She smiles up at me.

  I pull her up from her seat and sit before pulling her onto my lap. I’ll be content staying like this for the rest of the night. Zander and Savvy make their way over to us and sit down.

  “God, why are these parties so boring?” Savvy questions as Ash nods her head in agreement.

  “Because you’re not drunk.” Zander laughs.

  “Guys just think, when the next fight rolls around we’ll have two babies in tow.”

  “I’ll look into getting more security.” Zander states what I’m already thinking.

  CHAPTER 17

  Ashlyn

  We crash through the door in a tangle of limbs. The door shuts and I push Josh up against it and kiss the hell out of him. I think kissing him may be my favorite thing in the world and when I feel his dick, hard as steel at my hip I think, maybe not my favorite thing. Josh pushes off and backs me into the room as his hands slink down to grab the bottom hem of my dress. Slowly, he peels it up and over my body until it’s over my head. His hands move to the clasp of my bra and it doesn’t stand a chance. It’s off and thrown to the side with my dress in a matter of seconds.

  “Fuck you’re gorgeous. I’m going to own every last inch of this body.” He starts kissing my neck and my pulse quickens.

  He continues backing me up until my knees hit something. Josh picks me up and places me on the center of the bed. I’m feeling a little shy so I try to cover myself with my hands. Seriously, how can a man be so attracted to a pregnant fatso?

  “Don’t do that. Every time you try to cover yourself up I’ll hold off your orgasm that much longer.” He smiles at me and reaches over my head. His hand finds my own and lifts it up towards the headboard. Click. I look up and see that he’s handcuffed my wrist to the bed. He does the other wrist so quick I don’t have time to put up a fight, not that I would.

  “Seeing you tied up and wanting is a fantasy.”

  “Come here.” I try giving him my best come-hither smile.

  Josh gives me the devil of all smirks and slowly begins removing hi
s clothes. My eyes track his every movement. When his shirt is lifted over his head I stare at his rock-hard abs then slowly track them up towards his well-defined chest. My eyes lock on the spot over his pec at the tattoo he got for me. A fierce jungle cat with the script Hellcat lined along the bottom.

  “I love you.” I blurt out, feeling my emotions rise to the surface.

  His eyes soften as he gazes back at me. “I love you too.”

  He turns around and I hear the buckle of his pants…then they’re gone, pooled at his ankles and I have an unrestricted view of his perfectly edible ass. I writhe and try to squeeze my legs shut. When he turns around he gives me a knowing look as he stares intently at my legs.

  He places one knee on the bed and his hands on either knee. I moan as he separates my legs and pushes them down on the mattress.

  “Maybe I should start right here?” He growls and cups between my legs. “My pussy.”

  I throw my head back when he licks the length of me. “Oh god.”

  His tongue pushes its way into my entrance and begins a hypnotic rhythm. I try to move my hips but he holds me in place.

  “You taste sweet.” He looks up at me. “Are you sweet, or are you my dirty girl?” He moves his tongue up to my clit and I start to feel my orgasm approach.

  “I’ll freaking roll around in mud, just don’t stop!” I yell.

  I hear him chuckle sending vibrations up his tongue and straight to my pussy. His fingers start circling my entrance before plunging them inside.

  “Oh shit, oh shit!” I moan.

  “Hold it, I’m gonna make you feel so much better.” He curls his fingers upwards and starts a come-hither motion. Pleasure like I’ve never experienced before plows through me as I cry out. What the fuck is he doing to me?

  “I’m gonna come! It’s too much this might kill me…” A noise like I’ve never heard escapes my mouth.

  “I’ve got you, let go.”

  I feel myself take flight. I’m propelled out of my body into some unknown land where I can’t be bothered by anything but the sheer pleasure I’m experiencing in this moment. It goes on and on with no end in sight and I don’t ever want it to stop.

  “Josh!” I scream.

  His fingers and mouth leave my body as the aftershocks continue to course through me.

  Warm hands reach under my ass angling my pelvis upwards. In one forward thrust Josh enters me, his cock buried so deep I can’t help but groan.

  “Shit.” He growls as he starts thrusting his hips.

  I bite my lip as I look towards Josh. He isn’t looking at me but at where we’re joined together. Well that’s certainly a luxury I don’t have seeing as I can’t even see my own vagina right now. I have to hold back a laugh at the thought.

  Josh changes up our position to the best of his ability with me hand cuffed. He’s up on his knees with my legs over his shoulders while his hips push upwards. I throw my head back when the sensations start to overwhelm me. Out of nowhere another orgasm hits me hard. My head shakes back and forth as I call out his name.

  Warm hands palm my breasts making me shiver. I really wish I had my hands free to touch him but the thrill of being tied up is too intense of an experience to give up. I can always touch him later.

  As he picks up the pace I feel a tingling in my core. Another one? Is death by orgasm a thing?

  Josh grunts as his hips erratically bang into me.

  “Give it to me, you’re right there.”

  “Gahhhhhhh….” I scream as my next orgasm takes over my body. I’m shaking all over when I feel Josh push into me one last time as he shouts my name.

  That was wicked intense. He’s leaned over my belly when I feel an uncomfortable pull on my wrists. I look up and try to figure out a way to change my angle to give them some relief.

  “Fuck. Hang on…” He reaches up and releases my now sore wrists. I immediately pull them to my chest and start massaging them. They’re a little red, but nothing to write home about.

  “Damnit, why didn’t you tell me you were in pain?” He looks devastated that he hurt me.

  “Babe, I can assure you I was feeling no pain. Don’t even let any bit of guilt fill your head.” I place my hand on his cheek. “I’m fine. Actually, I’ve never been better.” I smile at him.

  “Just promise me next time you’ll tell me.” He’s staring at me letting me know he means business.

  As he lays behind me a hand wraps around my belly. I try to fall asleep but my adrenaline is still too high. I can only imagine how he’s feeling right now after his big fight.

  “You awake?” I whisper.

  “Yeah.”

  “Still wired from your fight?” I ask as I start to wiggle my ass in his lap.

  “Wired?” He asks laughing.

  I feel him harden again against my hip. Yup, he’s still wired. I turn over and grab his dick in my hand roughly. I pump it a few times before he is long and thick in my hand.

  “Ready for round two babe?”

  CHAPTER 18

  Ashlyn

  I run through the door a sweaty panting mess. Running is therapeutic for me and I’m glad I haven’t had to give it up just yet. It’s getting close though. I’m as big as a house and I’ve had to shorten my three-mile run to a mile. As I’m shutting the door I hear my phone ringing.

  I smile when I look at the screen. “Hey babe.”

  “How are my girls?” He must have just woken up; his voice is all sorts of deep and raspy. Completely sexy.

  “We’re good, just got back from our run. How’s everything going for you? I caught you on Fallon last night. I can’t believe he got you to drive around on that cooler.” I laugh.

  Josh is gone with Zander doing the media circuit for their big wins. All of this is new for him. He told me he’s barely been acknowledged in the celebrity world until now. His win against Matt Kingsley really made a name for himself and put him on the grid.

  He groans. “How embarrassing was it? My back still hurts from the crash.”

  Zander, Josh and the host all raced around on scooters made of coolers. Zander lost control at the end and took the other two out. They all ended up on the ground laughing, the race forgotten. It was hilarious.

  “Do you want me to lie?” I laugh.

  “Never Hellcat. So it looks like we’ll be taking off tomorrow morning. I can’t wait to get back home, I’ve slept for shit.”

  “Me too.”

  “You know I love you.”

  “I love you too. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  We hang up and I remember to shoot off a text to Savvy saying we’re still on for shopping tomorrow morning. I sit on the couch with coffee in hand. Caffeine is a must this morning because I really did sleep horribly last night. I didn’t realize without Josh here I’d sleep so poorly. I’m just about to turn on the TV when there’s a knock at the door. I place my mug on the coffee table before going to see who would be here this early. When I open the door, I’m surprised to see that lady from the bar. The Laura Ingalls clone that oozed creepiness. Why the hell is she here and most importantly, how does she know where I live?

  “Can I help you?” I ask politely.

  “Yes dear, you can come with me.” She pulls a gun from her purse and aims it at me.

  “What the hell?” I turn trying to shield my baby.

  “Get your shoes on, I’m taking you home. I saw your boyfriend on TV yesterday. He’s a handsome man, but he’s not right for you. Sin is written all over his forehead.”

  Does she not realize that killing another human being is also a sin? I grab my shoes and sit on the couch to slide them on. My heart is pounding out of my chest.

  “Ashlyn, lets hurry. We have a long trip ahead of us, we have to leave right now.”

  “Is it money? Are you holding me ransom to get money out of Zander or Josh? If that’s the case, I’ll give you money. Please, I’m pregnant, don’t do this.”

  “That’s why you need to come with me. Don’t make me ask a
gain.” She’s polite but you can tell there’s a bite to her words that’s telling me to comply.

  I get up and realize that nobody is going to know anything. As I make my way around the couch I move so my belly bumps the lamp, knocking it over. I play it off as clumsiness.

  “Sorry, I forget how big I am these days.” I lift up my shaking hands so she knows it wasn’t meant in a threatening manner.

  “Not big at all. We’ll fatten you up when we get home. Now get in the car.”

  She keeps the gun trained on me as I get into the passenger seat of her, what the hell is this? A smart car? No, it has a back seat. Well whatever it is, it’s freaking small. I’m surprised I’m even able to fit myself through the door. She steps away for a minute and returns with rope in hand.

  “Please don’t tie me up. I’ll listen, I won’t fight.”

  “Hands.” She commands me.

  After wrapping my wrists together and tying them to the door, she gets in the driver’s seat. As we’re pulling out of the drive way I can’t stop the tears. Who the hell steals a pregnant woman? I just pray that Josh or Savvy figures out I’m gone before it’s too late.

  *****

  I survey around me to see if there’s anything I can use if the situation arises that I can break free.

  “Where’re we going?” I ask.

  “Home dear. Where you should have been from the start. They’re excited their daughter is finally returning.”

  “The hell you say? Specifics, give me specifics woman!”

  “You’ll know about everything when we get there. We have one stop to make on the way, but we should be there in about two days if we limit our stops during the day.”

  “TWO DAYS! Please just let me go, drop me off on the side of the road or something. I won’t tell anyone anything! I’m in my third trimester and I need to be at home near my doctor.”