HerCreed-ARE-epub

by JenniferKacey

  “Someone from the Huns. Sent to distract me and render you unfocused. The point of getting my attention was to tip the scales immeasurably toward victory for Ashur.”

  “What a rat.” She shook her head. “But how would they know that I would be—”

  “Sidetracked?”

  To say it mildly. She nodded, frowning.

  “Apparently, everyone knew we had history. Not exactly what it was, because I’ve never spoken of you, and there was no record of you ever being inside these walls before a few weeks ago. Apparently, everyone saw the way I looked at you.” He stared her up and down. “And how you looked at me.”

  A diversion. The woman had been nothing but a diversion, and KC’d lost the fight because of it. “When did you find out who she was?”

  As they spoke the crowd hung on every word with small groups chanting their names.

  “While Ashur was fucking you.” The words dripped with venom. KC almost backed away from him as he stalked closer. “She walked over there, satisfaction on her face, and I knew.”

  “So you knew before you kicked me out.” The truth ripped her heart out.

  “The potential of anyone else beating you and taking you for all to see?” His nostrils flared. “Never again. Ever.”

  “But that still doesn’t answer why you’re here tonight. In The Cage with me.”

  “Simple. Layla told me she was going to let you fight for them.”

  “So? Why does it mat—”

  His gaze bored into hers. “You. Are. Mine. You’ve been mine forever, and I was just too stubborn to admit it, until now.”

  Her right hook came out of nowhere, smashing into his jaw. The hit resonated up her arm, and the crowd gasped.

  The ref took a step forward, and Creed held a hand up to stay him.

  “I thought maybe we could just talk this out but the crowd is expecting a fight,” Creed ground out.

  “Fuck the crowd,” she seethed. “I’m expecting a fight.”

  Something akin to pride filled his grin. “God forbid I deny a lady what she expects.” He sauntered back a couple steps, settling into his fighting stance. “If I win, we talk. Really talk.” He looked around. “And not here. No lights. No people. No distance between us.”

  “And if I win. You fuck me. Here and now. Then you let me go. For good. And I’m not going easy on you just because you haven’t been training.”

  “Bring it,” he sneered. “I’m always training, sweetheart. May the best fighter win.”

  With a deep breath, and lust and adrenaline fighting for dominance in her veins, she brought up her fists. “Don’t worry. She will.” She didn’t wait for the ref, and she didn’t give Creed any additional warning.

  She attacked with everything she had in the most important fight of her life.

  One where the prize was her heart, and for once, she didn’t know if she was strong enough to beat her opponent. But losing wasn’t an option. Putting her heart on the line wasn’t something she could handle, not when she’d be forced to let him go. For once and for all, she had to prove to herself she was worthy of the man before her. And then she could finally walk away. She could leave and never look back, even though the thought of never seeing him again made her want to weep.

  But this was what he wanted. Her gone. Out of his hair. No longer his concern.

  Attacking again, she tried one last time to find the emotionless void she normally fought inside. One last time she had to beat unwinnable odds.

  Once and for all, she had to be enough.

  ***

  For what felt like hours, they circled each other, and he eyed the girl who was now a warrior.

  He ached from how many times she’d gotten through his defenses.

  And not just his arms or legs.

  Inside, his chest something ached.

  Something he thought long dead.

  Emotion was not something he was used to. He’d created a world of sex and violence. A buffer of sorts to make money and get off on, but that was it.

  The business insulated him from the world at large, and yet the pint-sized woman in front of him was immune to everything he’d put in place to keep her away.

  Fate, something whispered in the back of his head. He’d never believed in it before, but yet here she stood, glaring at him.

  Sneering. “Why are you really here?” She yelled as she advanced again, kick after kick connecting with his body.

  “Teaching you a lesson.” He swept her feet out from under her when she stayed too long within his reach.

  She flipped back up within seconds. “What lesson?”

  He used his body as if it were a battering ram and took her down on the mat. Grappling with more than just her body, he whispered to her. “That you’re mine. I’m never letting you go again.”

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, torquing her upper body hard to throw him off balance. Rolling with her onto his back, he placed himself in a more vulnerable position. She seemed to pause for a second when she realized he’d done it on purpose.

  Losing her focus wasn’t something she did often, but he sure as hell used her lapse to his advantage. “Each match you fought as a Raper, this was the point I’d start getting so pissed off I’d have to convince myself to stay out of The Cage.”

  As he pulled her closer, she fought his hold and twisted above him. “What part?” She clenched her teeth as she struggled.

  He rolled her again, trapping her beneath him and ground his engorged cock against her pussy. “This part. Guy or girl, it didn’t matter. They were close to you. Here.” He rubbed against her again. And again, because it felt so fucking good, he couldn’t stop.

  She seemed as stunned as he felt as he peeled the sports bra off her and tossed it aside. His lips and teeth latched onto one of her nipples, and her back arched off the mat.

  “I can smell how wet you are. How bad you need me to make it better.”

  “So bad,” she whispered as if she was on the verge of tears.

  “I’ve been pissed ever since you showed up.”

  She struggled anew, somehow scrambling out from beneath him, but he caught her ankle and drug her back.

  On her stomach with him between her thighs again, he laid on top of her with a hand around her throat so she couldn’t move. “You’re not leaving this time. We’re going to talk this out.”

  Arching her back, she rolled her ass against his dick, and he squeezed her throat, cutting off her ability to breathe.

  Widening his thighs effectively widened hers, and he forced a hand between them. When he rubbed her pussy through her boy shorts, how affected she was by him shorted out his head. “You’re so fucking wet.”

  He relaxed the hand around his throat, and she sucked in a huge breath.

  Just as she started to struggle again, he tightened his grip and rubbed her clit. “I’m not pissed at you. I’m pissed because you weren’t mine. I’m so fucking possessive of you, and I couldn’t keep you out of the ring. I couldn’t keep the other fighters from sharing a piece of what was mine.”

  Her body shook as he released his grip again.

  “I’m gonna come,” she whispered as her body started to shake uncontrollably. “That can’t be.”

  “Come for me. Fuck, I need it.” With a near-crushing grip, he latched onto her windpipe. “And I’m not letting you breathe again until you do.” Tiny convulsions wracked her body as he slipped his hand beneath her shorts. “Fuck,” he cursed as his cock throbbed hard enough a single jet of cum escaped his body.

  Drenched. Her slick folds were so wet his fingers slid right inside her pussy. Her sex sucked them in, and he shoved them in deep.

  Deeper.

  The walls of her sex fluttered around his slick digits as he fucked them in and out of her. Learning every inch of her as he was meant to.

  Her spine nearly jackknifed as she came. He laid on one leg of the bottom half of her body and she pulled the other leg close to her chest to try to get away.
/>   All she ended up doing was opening herself further for him. To pleasure her, to take her. “Mine,” he whispered.

  That’s when she passed out.

  Instantly, her body went limp, and he thought to release the pressure on her throat, but he already had. Now, he had no idea how long she’d had the ability to breathe.

  The ref approached, and Creed snarled at the man as he attempted to touch his woman.

  Slowly, the man backed away as Creed rolled KC over. He pushed her hair out of her face, and a couple seconds later her eyes blinked open. After one big breath, she looked to the side and latched onto his gaze. “What happened? Did you choke me out?” Her eyes widened in what he could only assume was sexual awakening, and he nodded.

  Leaning in close, he licked her throat, and then whispered in her ear. “I think you actually passed out when you came, but this way it’s a tie.”

  “A tie…” She thought for a second as he rose on one elbow and stared down at her. “But what happens in a final match with a tie?”

  He arched a brow. “It’s never happened before. I own the league, so I get to decide.”

  She bit her lip and eyed his mouth. “And what are you going to decide?”

  “I don’t want to fuck a slave.”

  Her eyes dimmed as he got up and pulled her to her feet. “I want to fuck a fighter.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Meghan,” he bellowed.

  “Yes, sir.” A small voice answered from beside The Cage. “I have it all, sir. Right here, like you wanted.”

  “Open the door for her.”

  Uncertainty crossed KC’s face as she glanced toward the door and watched her slave enter with fighting gear. KC’s fighting gear, and she laid it at her feet. Creed stepped back and KC dropped her hands as Meghan started dressing her.

  “Put it on. All of it.”

  She looked at him, her gaze questioning.

  “Then I’m going to tear it off of you. Piece. By. Piece.” Looking at her feet as Meghan put on one of her shoes, he growled. “Maybe not the shoes. But then I’m going to fuck every hole you have.”

  Realization of what he wanted appeared to dawn on her as Meghan wrapped her leather skirt around her hips. He ripped the tape off of his hands and did the same to hers.

  With her chest heaving, her gaze remained locked with his. Dawning realization seemed to come over her slowly. Just to make sure there were no miscommunications he spoke out loud. “You’re a fighter. My Spartacus. My Gladi-Raper. Fucking some slave does nothing for me.”

  But fucking his girl, his—

  His.

  Fuck.

  That truly was his problem.

  It wasn’t that she’d lost, it was that someone else had taken what was his.

  This was her last fight, because he couldn’t watch her be with anyone else. Mine, echoed in his head again. He just couldn’t seem to say it enough. Mean it enough. But she’d understand—and soon.

  There she stood. Spartacus in all her glory. The top fighter of the league. When she’d entered the arena she’d been hurt, vulnerable. No one but him would ever see her like that again. Not ever.

  His cock strained against the fabric constricting it, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer without taking her. Without burying himself inside her.

  Meghan turned to go, but he stopped her. “Don’t leave. I require something else of you.”

  “Anything.”

  “Just wait right there.” He approached KC as she eyed him with curiosity, and hopefully more than a fair bit of love.

  He didn’t fight her.

  Nor did he kiss her or talk to her or argue.

  He simply picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and strode toward the still open door.

  “What are you doing?” KC asked as he took the stairs down to the main floor.

  Boomer, Jackal and Kempest all stood there with more than a bit of “what the fuck” showing on their faces.

  He addressed all of them as he approached. “I’m not taking her in front of the world.”

  Didn’t take KC two seconds to start arguing. “But the world expects a show. This is the biggest fight of the year for you. I’m not letting you give up everything you’ve worked so hard for simply for a—”

  He kissed her, and kissed her some more, until she couldn’t speak much less argue. “That’s where these gentlemen come in.” He inclined his head toward the trio and faced them again.

  “Meghan’s waiting for you all in the ring. Put on a good show.”

  “Hell, yes,” Boomer yelled and was gone before the other two could grin and follow.

  “A foursome? That’s what you’re giving the world in our stead?”

  “Only thought of it because of your first fight. Meghan and Boomer in the corner. It was hot and sexy. So I thought, what could make it dirtier?”

  “Two more guys,” she answered on a sigh.

  He nodded with a glare. “Don’t get any ideas,” he warned, and made his way toward the door with her cradled against her chest.

  She smiled and bit her lip.

  The fans looked confused, but quickly found something new and dirty to occupy their minds. Creed glanced at one of the huge jumbotrons close to the top of the stadium.

  Oh yeah.

  The fans would get their monies’ worth with those four in the ring.

  Two of the attendants opened the doors to the underground as Creed approached with his precious cargo.

  In the empty hall below the stadium, KC laid her head on his chest. “Why didn’t you take me up there? Wouldn’t that have been special for you, never having fucked a victor in The Cage before?”

  He pushed open the door to his office, flipped the light on with one hand and kicked the door closed.

  He set her on her feet and peeled off her costume one piece at a time. “First off, I’m not going to fuck you.”

  “Your actions speak to the contrary.”

  He left on her shoes and pushed off his shorts.

  “And I think your cock has something to say about the no fucking as well.”

  Picking her up, he stepped over to his long couch against one wall, where he’d imagined fucking her for as long as he could remember. He honestly couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t want her. Need her.

  He set her on one end of the couch with her head on the arm. Crawling onto the other end, he halted with his mouth directly over her pussy. “Oh my cock’s not gonna have any problems when he’s inside you.” He licked her clit, and she jerked.

  “But you said…”

  “I said I wasn’t going to fuck you, and I’m not. I’m going to make love to you.” Before she could respond he buried his face in her slit and took the first lick of the last pussy he ever wanted to taste.

  Chapter Nine

  She sucked in a deep breath, and he licked her pussy again. Then he pushed her legs out of the way to get to her ass, dipping his tongue inside the tight hole. “Doesn’t matter if it’s hard, intense. Rough. It’s still gonna be making love.”

  “And why did you want me dressed upstairs just to bring me down here to take it all off again, and—”

  “Eat your pussy?”

  “Uh huh.” Her high pitched answer, and the way she kept grabbing at the arm rest behind her, told him just how badly she needed to come again.

  “Because I wasn’t sharing even one more moment of your body with them. And you are Spartacus. You kneel to know one. Not even me.”

  “But I would have.”

  Her admission brought his gaze up to her face again. Staring at her, he reached around her thigh to pull up the hood covering her clit.

  When he licked her again, she jerked, pulling her thighs up a bit higher to give him better access. “You’ve haunted me for years. I never forgot you.”

  “Never? Not for a day? But you kicked me out.”

  He licked one of his fingers, and then a second before fitting them against the entrance to her pussy and
sliding them in deep. “Timing wasn’t right. And you were supposed to stay away. You deserve so much better than this. Than me.” There it was. The realization he’d had long ago and couldn’t shake. Not even as he laid between her thighs where he knew she wanted him to be.

  In his office, in the place he’d met her and the place he kept having to say goodbye he still couldn’t turn his back on the knowledge she deserved so much better than him.

  She seemed stunned or pissed. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  He blinked up at her and paused for a second before resuming the tongue action on her clit and rubbing her g-spot. “Uhh—”

  “You’re ambitious, smart, business savvy. Hot as hell, in great shape.”

  “But it’s like I have this monster inside me.” He slowed down, knowing how important it was for her to hear him. To understand what he was saying. “This place. It can change someone.”

  “For better or worse. It depends on the person.”

  “Yes, but I can’t let you get hurt by this place. That’s not something I can live with. I’ll tear it down before that happens. And don’t lie and tell me it couldn’t happen. I saw you with Ashur. I saw you shut down.”

  She nodded. “It wasn’t you. I didn’t think the sex mattered. I didn’t think I would care.”

  “But?” He needed the rest of it. He needed her words.

  “Everything I’ve done—school, training—has been to come back here. To prove to you that I should stay. Thought I was an exhibitionist like Boomer or Layla, but I’m just not. I liked fucking the girls because you were watching. I liked making Meghan get me ready because I thought it would turn you on. You are my focus. Without you, there is nothing.”

  “Fuck, you wreck me.” Creed tongued her again, rubbing against her g-spot.

  Biting her lip, she panted on the verge of coming. “You’d give this place up for me?”

  “Without a doubt. Because I can’t watch you fight in The Cage again. And you deserve to.” He closed his eyes, licked another finger and slid it in her ass. “I just can’t.” Tugging the hood of her clit higher, he sucked the tight bud into his mouth.

  “You don’t have to,” she ground out through clenched teeth, and then she was coming on his mouth.