Sportsmaster Dc Comics Novels & Stories

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

There’s no way this can be a good thing, not with the way she’s smiling at me. My stomach is coiled tight with anxiety when I make my way to the locker room to get changed, and as I’m winding the wraps around my wrists I can hear chatter around the room. I roll my eyes when I hear the name everyone seems to have a hard-on for. Creed Volkov. The Alpha who has won every fight since he established this gym a few years ago. Before that, he used to fight in underground rings and kill every opponent he was faced with. Nowadays, he just maims them completely.

Alpha Drake, too. Drake, her master, is the most beautiful and scary man she's ever met. She closed her eyes, and everything she liked about him came to mind. His rough and strong fingers touched her skin, his growly voice struck in her ear, his cold and musky smell surrounded her, and his clear blue eyes stuck on her. The music got slower. He was always cold and distant, and she never knew what he was thinking. He might be the only man ever to touch her.

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

Que the drool. Every line of him was carved perfection! His arms were toned and thick, his fingers long and slender as they effortlessly curled around the stem of the chalice. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, muscle rippling with every languid movement. Scars traced faint paths across his chest, a testament to battles long past. And unable to help myself, my eyes dropped to the V-line that dipped beneath his jeans-like trousers. Holy wet-dream, Batman! Now I had to cross my legs for real – and no amount of lying to myself could ever explain this away…

I say seeing my guys run after him, they got him back in no time with a phone in one hand and a gun in another one, they took both things out of his hand and handed them to me. “Now we are going to have our talk” I say with the same smile, I pointed for my men to close the windows, this is just some a friendly visit after all, all the windows were closed, the blinds were closed, our host was now tied to one of his own kitchen chair, being gagged by a pair of his own socks. I leaned back against the table looking at him, it’s now time to have our talk, I waited for Marco to give him our visiting gift, a nice hit on the face, leaving his cheeks rosy red, perfect.

Dastan appeared suddenly, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt that wasn't fully buttoned. Startled, Moza bumped into his hard, broad chest. Instinctively, the man caught Moza’s arms to keep her from falling. His touch was warm and firm, but his eyes were as cold as ice on a mountain peak. Moza’s breath hitched. Through his shirt, she could feel Dastan’s heart beating rapidly, in sync with her own erratic pulse. Before any embarrassing incident could repeat itself, Moza immediately pulled away and took a step back. “The Grandmaster is waiting for you, Young Master,” she repeated quickly.

"It's alright mom. I'm OK." The doctor left and two minutes later, I was face to face with two officers. I sighed, bracing myself for the questions they would ask. "Miss Jones, my name is officer Allen and this is my partner, officer Williams." officer Allen was a man in his early thirties, lean, muscular and had a friendly face. His piercing blue eyes had a warm look. His partner, officer Williams, was a stout man. Mustache, black hair, black eyes and a sour expression.

Did this mean the teacher… was the boss of their boss? Their heads couldn't handle this information. Wait a second. Did the older man say "Master Pearce"? Was he referring to the same Master Pearce who conjured a leviathan out of thin air and defeated Deus Gamibo, the undefeated King of Martial Arts? Machetes, baseball bats, and various weapons clattered to the floor. They were terrified. Everyone had heard of Master Pearce. He was an actual superhero, unbeatable and indestructible! Cyclops felt despair consume him. "Oh God! Save me, Mr. Flemming!"

I said, smirking at my mate “but I believe that you’re the master of deceit and acting” “What are you referring to this time, Dante?” Aurora asked, frowning in question, before her eyes widened in realization and understanding. A devious smile formed on my mate’s face, and taking her hand in mine, I kissed her knuckle gently, letting my lips linger there for a few seconds. “I believe that we are going to need to play one final game, neonata” I said, looking her in the eye “a last big show, or more specifically, a grand finally”