I nod, accepting Victor’s challenge, my eyes locked on his as I continue to pleasure myself. With his next powerful thrust, he grips my hips hard enough to bruise.
“Come now,” Victor commands, his voice raw and dominant. “Show them all who you belong to.”
The combination of his authoritative tone, the relentless pressure against my prostate, and the taste of my own precum pushes me over the edge. I explode in my mouth, hot pulses filling it as I struggle to swallow around my own cock. Some of my release spills from the corners of my lips, trickling down my cheek as I moan around my length.
Victor’s eyes darken watching me swallow, his rhythm faltering slightly as he fights his own climax. “That’s it, wildfire. Take it all.”
Behind us, Cruz lets out a primal growl. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he announces, driving deep into Micah one final time. His fingers dig into Micah’s hips as he empties himself inside the younger fighter.
The sight pushes Micah over the edge too, his back arching as he comes untouched across the weight bench beneath him.
Across the gym, Jonah’s controlled movements grow erratic. “Can’t hold back anymore,” he gasps, gripping Remy’s waist as he thrusts deeply, claiming him completely. Remy followsimmediately, his release painting the wall in front of them as Jonah fills him from behind.
Victor is the last to surrender, his massive body covering mine completely as his thrusts grow desperate. He leans down, his lips against my ear.
“You’re fucking mine,” he growls, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Taking my cock so well in front of everyone. Gonna fill this tight ass with my cum, claim you from the inside.” His voice drops lower. “Breeding this pretty little hole so everyone knows you’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”
With a final thrust, Victor buries himself to the hilt inside me, his cock pulsing as he floods me with his release. I feel every throb, every hot spurt filling me as he claims me completely.
41
VICTOR
Iscan the restaurant for the third time in fifteen minutes. Table near the window, full visibility from the street—Theo’s suggestion. My back to the wall so I can see everyone entering. The hostess approaches with another couple, seating them two tables away. I watch them carefully, looking for signs they’re not what they seem.
“You’re doing it again,” Theo says, his voice cutting through my paranoia.
“Doing what?”
“Treating everyone like they’re Dawson’s spies.” Theo takes a sip of his wine, the candlelight catching in his dark eyes. “It’s been over a month, Victor. If he was going to do something, he would have by now.”
“You don’t know Dawson,” I mutter, adjusting my collar. “He’s patient. Calculating. He saw my hand on your back, saw how I reacted when he started talking shit. He’s just waiting for more concrete evidence.”
The waiter approaches, and I straighten in my seat.
“Are you gentlemen ready to order?”
“Give us a few more minutes,” I say, then add hastily, “My friend and I are still deciding.”
The wordfriendhangs between us after the waiter leaves. Theo doesn’t flinch, but I see the slight tightening around his eyes.
“That was smart,” he says finally. “Calling me your friend. Because clearly friends fuck each other in boxing rings while their employees watch.”
“That was a mistake,” I say, though my body remembers every second of it—how wanton Theo looked taking me in front of my fighters and sucking his own beautiful cock, how I couldn’t stop myself despite knowing the risk.
“Was it?” Theo cocks his head. “Because you seemed pretty into it at the time. ‘You’re fucking mine,’ I believe were your exact words. Loud enough for everyone to hear.”
I lean forward, lowering my voice. “You know what you do to me. I lose all fucking sense around you.”
“So I’ve noticed,” Theo says, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Paranoia in public, but get me alone and suddenly you don’t care who sees or hears.”
The truth of his words burns through me. Even now, with my eyes scanning for Dawson’s people, I’m fighting the urge to drag Theo to the bathroom and take him against the wall. He makes me reckless. Makes me forget everything I’ve spent years protecting.
“So tell me,” Theo says, leaning forward slightly, “what exactly would you do if we weren’t in public right now?”
Heat crawls up my neck. “Theo?—”
“Would you bend me over this table?” His voice drops to a whisper. “Or would you rather I get on my knees under it?”