Underground Fighter Romance Books Novels & Stories

He bucked subtly, chasing the stretch, tears pricking his lashes from the intensity. When he was ready, loose and begging with silent pleas, I fitted the condom on myself, slicked my cock, and positioned myself at his entrance. I pushed in inch by inch, savoring the drag, his heat enveloping me completely. “FFuck, Elliot,” I groaned softly, bottoming out, our hips flush. His nails dug into my shoulders, a stifled cry swallowed by my kiss, deep, consuming, our tongues sliding as I started to move. The pace was unhurried, sensual rolls of my hips grinding deep, hitting that spot inside him over and over. I kissed his neck, sucking marks that appealed to something deep within me, whispering pra

If you’re looking for soft romance, this isn’t the book for you but if you crave dark passion, wicked pleasure, and a man who takes what he wants without apology… then dive in deep, baby. Daddy’s waiting. ~~~~~ 1~♠ BODY, PUSSY, MOUTH. ELENA “Turn around and let us see that fat ass!” My heart hammered in my chest as I danced on the private stage. Lust Underground club was one frequented by dangerous men ranging from politicians to hungry motherfuckers and mafia gangsters. Lewd and naked in two words. This was the only means of survival I had and I made sure to do my best at my work. I wore almost nothing but just a tiny black lace bra that barely held my tits and a matching thong that rode up

“Mitch, please. I know you didn’t have a fight tonight for The Rock, OK? And I don’t smell any alcohol on you at all, so you haven’t even been near a bar. But you’ve been hurt and you’re being cagey about it. So, what is it?” “I – you’re not going to like it, Reena.” “Probably not, but you’re going to tell me anyway.” “OK, OK.” He shook his head. “It was an underground fight.” Reena uncrossed her arms, and her hands went to her hips. “A what fight?” “Underground. Like, in an abandoned warehouse. Bookies, cash all over the fucking place, chalk on the floor. No rules, and most guys get taken out in dark SUVs and dumped near the E.R.”

One evening, Elena sat alone in the safe house, scrolling through messages when an anonymous text arrived: “You’re not as safe as you think. Watch your back.” Her heart raced. The war had come home. When Luca returned, he found her pale and shaken. “We’re running out of time,” she said. “Ryan’s ghosts are everywhere.” He nodded grimly. “Then we make the next move. We bring the fight to them.” ⸻ The final pages of this chapter were written in adrenaline and whispered plans, a countdown to the storm gathering on the horizon. Luca and Elena knew that victory would come at a price—perhaps the highest price of all.

"YOU TRAITOR!" Elliot pounces on my brother, obviously forgetting the fact that he's a police officer, and screeches from Riley, my mom, and El's were so loud that it made me go blind. Yes. You read that right. "You seem calm," I told Vanchel without my eyes leaving the scene. "Yeah," She sheepishly answered, "I've been in Charlie's fights in the Underground." She clears her throat, "This is nothing." "Ah." I nodded because I totally understand. The Underground is an illegal place that is located under the grounds of Denovan where fights happen. It has been there for decades. No joke. It's the same place where both my dad and El's used to fight too.

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“What legacy? I mean, we don’t have anything honorable. We have a bunch of strip clubs and night clubs that we run drugs through. The real estate company that we use to buy up everything is a front for that. Galileo didn’t want to be part of that because he knew that he couldn’t make a name for himself in our father’s shadow and that no one would take him seriously as the youngest. None of this was noble, Laura. But we’re not noble fucking people. Are you late to that party?” Laura sighed. “No…I’m not. I guess I’m just hoping that this ends in someway other than bloodshed. I was never part of the whole underworld thing the way that you and Galileo were, other than I knew I was eventually goi

It leads to these people. It leads to a city that does not officially exist, where the moon is closer than it should be and the half-blood underground is building something the pack registry has no category for, and a woman in a second-floor apartment in the western quarter is sitting with a wolf-gold warmth in her eyes that she has not felt in sixteen years. It leads here. And here, I think, walking home in the Silver Hollow afternoon beside the man who is staying because it is wanted, is exactly where I am supposed to be.

In one smooth motion he lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist automatically. He turned and pressed my back against the wall hard enough to knock a picture frame crooked. The new position put the hard ridge of his erection right against the place where I needed friction most and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down against him. “Fuck,” Nathan groaned against my mouth, and the raw need in his voice sent another wave of heat through me. His hips thrust up to meet mine and the friction made stars burst behind my closed eyelids. We were still fully clothed but it felt so good I thought I might actually come just from this, just from grinding against him like teenagers.

But they pressed on, undeterred by the risks, propelled forward by their unwavering determination. Finally, they reached the heart of the base—a heavily guarded room where Bruno and Mr. Wick were conducting their operations. The room hummed with activity, the sound of hushed conversations and clicking keyboards filling the air. Without hesitation, Luca, Isabella, and Alejandro burst into the room, catching everyone by surprise. Chaos ensued as they engaged in a fierce firefight, their bullets and blades finding their targets with deadly precision. They fought with fierce determination, their skills honed by their past experiences and their hearts aflame with the desire for justice.