Loco Punch Say Yes Novels & Stories

I challenged. “Yes!”

*punch* "Stop, you're hurting him," Amara screamed, her hands shaking as shuffled from one foot to another. "No." *punch* "One." *punch* "Please stop, Dalton. That's enough," Amara cried, begging me to stop. "Touches." *punch* "My wife." *punch* "Like that." *punch* "And." *punch* "Gets." *punch* "Away." *punch* "With it." *punch*

********************************************** *PUNCH* Motherfucking! *PUNCH* Arrogant! *PUNCH* Self-absorbed! *PUNCH* Italian! *PUNCH* Prick! *PUNCH* Sweat ran down my face as my fist continued to make contact with the punching bag. It continued like this for another 30 minutes before I yelled out in frustration and roundhouse kicked the bag harder than necessary, causing it to break the chain connecting it to the ceiling and split in half on the gym floor. One freaking month. Thirty goddamned days!!! That’s how long it’s been since the little excursion with Ace in the basement. My fists clenched at the memory:

Chapter 04. A PROMISE. Abby's POV. “You aren't going to shoot me, are you?” I asked, my body vibrating to the thump of my heart. “You won't kill me.” “Well, we'll just have to see about that.” he said, with a shrug. “Now, sign the paper.” He ducked his head to the side. “I won't sign the papers.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “So, if you're going to shoot me, then go ahead.”

“Well… I’m sort of… um, a high-end escort? There’s no sex! I mean, I don’t get paid for sex. There has been sex… but only if there was a real attraction. They don’t pay me for that, is what I mean.” Sophie crinkled her nose and put the palm of her hand to her forehead as Callum hit the brakes and pulled the car off to the side of the road.

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But definitely well built. He tsked, kneeling beside the man on the ground. “Do you know the one thing I hate more than cheats? It's scumbags like you who try to take advantage of women!” He yelled, delivering another punch to his face. “Don't you fucking know what a ‘no’ means?” He gave another punch. “It,” punch. “Means,” punch. “She's not,” another punch. “Interested,” and a final punch before he let him go.

He was finally doing what he had always imagined. " Ah! " " Do.. Do you like it? " Lucas asked in his deep voice. He was panting. " Hmm! " Pearl was embarrassed to answer him. Lucas was not satisfied with the answer. He increased his speed and heard her moan even louder. " AH! AH! AAAHH! " " Answer me! " He spanked her. Pearl rolled her eyes back in pleasure. " Yes! Ah! Ah! I… I like it! Ah! Ah! "

I croaked between blows, voice ragged. Remo didn’t answer with words. He answered with fists. He brought a knee up and it slammed into my ribs, folding me inward. My breath left me in pieces. I coughed, a brittle sound, and when I tried to laugh it came out like a broken thing. “You punch like a woman,” I managed at one point; it was a stupid thing to say and I knew it would only egg them on, but god, it felt better than silence. Manipulation was muscle memory; pain couldn’t take that from me.

“What do you think of if you think of me?” “Peaches,” I answer quickly. She grins. “Then we’ll say peaches.” “Peaches?” “Yes, peaches.” She sounds so cheerful all of a sudden. It fills the room. “So we say, I peach you.” It’s ridiculous. It’s perfect. “So,” she asks, watching me like a hawk, “do you peach me, Enrique Lucio Blackburn?” She asks wistfully, but I can hear the tension behind those words. This is make or break.