LOGINSeanI released a breath and stretched my shoulders, cracking my neck and licking my lips before Carter came back. He gloved me up and shoved the teeth cap into my mouth before I was able to form a sentence.It was a shame because I wanted to tell him I had my name slapped on that fine ass and to make sure no one got anywhere near her. I still remembered how he tried to flirt with her at the dinner table all those years ago—four, I think? —when we were at Derek’s. I knew he’d back off if I told him right there that she was mine, but I refused to look like a world-class idiot and talk with my mouth cap in.“You good, Champ?” He slapped both my shoulders and looked me in the eye. I nodded.“Kick this wanker’s arse, mate. You’ve got this.”And I did. I walked into the makeshift cage Derek had arranged in the backyard of O’Leary’s. The place was surrounded by deserted construction buildings, which allowed for a quiet and secluded fighting ring.People held the net of the cage with their f
This is the next story (On Aria's friend Faye and Sean)Sean“Wrap me up,” I ordered my roommate, Carter. We were sitting behind the bar. It allowed me a perfect angle of the commotion of the Irish pub we were at. I heard the loud noises and banging of beer against old rotten wood and fuck if it didn’t make my heart beat ten times faster. I loved this part.The moments before the fight. I knew that soon, I’d enter the cage. Soon, he’d get in, too. Soon, I’d look him in the eye and I’d smile, and he would cave and he would lose—yes, lose—before we’d even touch gloves. Then it would all be over.It was what I did.How I made a living.How I made a dying.Literally.Ever since I killed that guy in the ring three months before, things changed, and not for the better. Derek had to put me up against guys who were much bigger and much stronger because no sane man wanted to fight me. My Irish boss plucked out heavyweight fighters from the WWL and the UFL.For the right kind of money, they
Two years laterDerek“Come on, say it.” The sound of Dolly suckling on my cock almost makes me want to give in and tell her what she wants to hear. Almost.“You can’t milk it out of me, Dolly, even though that’s what you’re doing, quite literally.”I gather all her hair up in into a fist, moving it out of her face to get a better look at those perfect, pouty lips of hers. After two years, the sight of her mouth on me still hasn’t gotten old, and I’d venture to guess that it never will.“Say it,” She demands again between sucks. “Say that you love me.”“I don’t feel like it,” I reply lazily, gauging her reaction.Of fucking course, I love her, but I love fucking with her, too. Literally and figuratively. That bottom lip of her juts out, and eyes grow wide, before narrowing in irritation. There’s that spine I love so much.“I hate you, daddy,” she mutters but I just fists her hair, drive into her hot, wet mouth in one, angry thrust and come down that pretty little throat. She sucks my
AriaAnother two weeks tick by, and I’m in love and happy, and it scares the shit out of me. I’m not used to it and fear begins to trickle into my gut. For the first time in my life, I allow myself to feel. I don’t want to lose this. My mom is coming back today and she’s not going to like what she’s going to see.“I can’t believe we changed the locks,” I mutter, fingering the curtain of what is now our bedroom, looking out and trying to spot her car peeking from the main road.“She needs to know we mean business,” Derek says simply, putting his shoes at the edge of the bed. He is getting ready for work.“I’m scared.”“I told you, Dolly, I’m not leaving you here to take the heat. We’re doing this together.”I graduated from high school, alone. I didn’t want Derek to come to my graduation ceremony because I thought it’d be too weird after people had spotted us at the coffee shop, and he respected that. Derek and I have been looking for college courses for me in New York, but I was distr
AriaA knock on the door sends our heads flying, and I give Faye the task of chopping the bacon and eggs while I answer the door. Britney and Sarah hug me and they brought a cake for dessert. Five minutes later, Derek climbs down the stairs and join us, having changed from his usual attire of an expensive suit to a pair of dark denim pants, white V-neck shirt and he’s barefoot.The house is full of people, laughter and banter, and the kitchen is hot with food, and it’s the first time this place feels like home. I think Derek feels it too, now that I watch him laugh at something Faye said, the wrinkles near his eyes showing that he is genuinely happy.When the doorbell rings again, he goes to greet his friends, and when they all walk into the dining room, all four of us girls nearly drop our glasses of wines along with our jaws.Shitting hell, Sean Savage.If I thought Derek is a hottie, then Sean is a whole different ball game. He is so gorgeous it should be illegal. A cross between
Aria“I wanted to save you, but then something weird happened, Dolly. You turned into someone I never expected you’d be, especially with your kind of upbringing. A good girl, who doesn’t fuck around, who is interested in dancing and dreams about becoming someone great. You looked at me respectfully, but never tried to get too close. Not a gold digger, and not someone who cares aboutmoney too much. I started noticing you, and it was terribly inconvenient, both for my mind and my cock. I wanted to fight it, I didn’t want to be the guy who fucks his step-daughter, it’s bad for business this kind of reputation, but then I realized that you were never actually my daughter. You refused to accept me as your father and I…I never really looked at you fatherly either.”I chuckle sadly. It was the truth. Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I ask, “So what made you finally let go?”“You,” he responds quietly, squatting down and rearranging the flowers on Kathleen’s grave. Without aski
Kylie “None of your goddamn business!” I yell into his face. “Leave me alone, you fucking stalker! It is over. Over! Do you understand that? You were a mistake from the start, now let me get on with my life, or I swear—”“What?” He laughs. “You’ll do what? Stab me with your little comb?”I smirk t
Jesse She answers on facetime, clearly in the club’s bathroom where she’s probably getting dressed to go home. I groan. I was going to talk, to ask for her opinion, to let her reassure me…but seeing her, I realise I want something else.I want to see that she’s still mine. Xavier’s poisonous words
Jesse I stare at the text for hours while I’m working, debating what to do. Xavier: Hey, Dad, wanna do dinner tonight? I could use some advice. I press my thumb against the screen to reply and hesitate. I don’t want Kylie to be angry with me, but Xavier is still my son, so I type out a quick
Kylie Kisses trail down my back, and a hand traces up my leg. Groaning, I part my thighs, and I hear a laugh.“Morning, Angel. I’ll leave you to get dressed. I’m going to make breakfast, anything you want in particular?”“Pancakes and orgasms,” I murmur, burying my face into the pillow.He laughs







