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victory, which I’m sure pisses him off. Kicking his legs apart, I almost have him, but he fights me, and those muscular thighs are damn strong. As he wraps his legs around my waist there is some endless span of time where everything is happening in slow motion—or a thousand miles an hour, I don’t fucking know—when I’m uncertain about which of us will win. That’s not like me, but this Boy… He’s fucking something, him and his lusciously pierced nipples and huge muscles. And either I’m going to fuck him, or he’s going to fuck me, and one of us will win Aimée, and it had better God fucking damn it be me !
    Somehow, the redhead pumps up and I feel the hard length of his dick at my asshole, but I will not let him in. I won’t do it. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I squeeze as hard as I can. He lets out a cry of pain and defeat, loosening his hold on me just long enough for me to throw him hard to the ground, under me, and I will have his ass.
    He’s trying to throw me off him, writhing and bucking. I lean in and sink my teeth into his throat, feeling the muscles there working, tightening. And he’s yelling as I shove my dick between his ass cheeks. Then a thought stops me cold. Leaning up, I press hard on his chest with one fisted hand to keep him down, my knuckles digging into the pressure points there. I press my other hand over his mouth, constricting his breathing a little, keeping him quiet. There’s blood seeping from the wounds at his sides, and my teeth marks are deep in the skin at his neck. Nice.
    “You know I’m going to fuck you,” I tell him, not giving him a chance to answer before I go on. “I can do it right now, if I want. I do want to—you’re a big, pretty monster of a Boy. Except if I plow your ass, I can’t plow the girl we both want. But she’s mine, that one. Don’t even fucking try it or I will take you down so hard you’ll be out of commission for a month. I will break your bones if I have to. I don’t fucking care about the rules here. I will do what I want. Do you understand me? You will not touch her. Go after one of the others. And if you even try it, I will come for you after I fuck her, when cross-contamination isn’t an issue any longer. Do you understand me?”
    I can tell from his expression that he’s still full of the animal we are meant to be in this place, his hazel eyes gleaming with fire and lust. His big dick is hard as ever, his nipples erect, the steel bars glinting evilly in the sun. But he gives a small nod of his head, letting me know he won’t mess with me on this.
    As I start to get up he says, “I’ll have your ass another day, and you’ll like it, Christopher . Oh yes, I know exactly who you are.”
    I give him a cocky grin. “Doesn’t everyone?”
    I don’t even bother to look at him again as I scan the ring for Aimée. And God damn it, one of the Boys is on her, trying to wrestle her to the ground, but I’m off like a shot, crossing to the other side of the ring in mere seconds. She’s putting up a hell of a fight, and I’m damn proud of her. Going in for a flying side-kick that is guaranteed to take this asshole out—this asshole who dares to approach the girl I think of as my property, even given the absurdity of our situation—I feel the air empty from his lungs beneath the impact of my foot. I don’t even have to look to know he’s on the ground, doubled over in pain, maybe a rib cracked. No, my entire focus is her —her wild green eyes, the flush in her cheeks as she falls into my arms. I have half a second to wonder what the Masters and Mistresses think of that before I simply wrap her up in my body, easing her down onto the ground as gently as I can, given how jacked up I am still—even more now, after wrestling a few of the Boys. And there’s heated, female flesh squirming in my hands, and somehow her relieved tears make it even hotter.
    “I’ve got you,” I tell her in a harsh whisper. “I’m going to fuck you