I was born to be wild and untamed, but somehow Quinn had turned me into his personal s****l puppet.
The only way to turn the tables was to hurt him severely enough in the octagon to make him cry. I had to teach him a lesson about who was in control.
He was across from me and word had spread with Chester feeding their adrenaline induced hunger for blood. He was betting the farm on me. I wasn’t about to let him down.
They gave us the green light and I went into a trancelike state. I blocked everything out and watched for that telltale sign of weakness in his arsenal.
I circled my prey, licking my lips and suddenly, I was lured in by the flex of a certain muscle between his legs.
I was staring at the prominent region of his anatomy. I didn’t see his elbow make contact with my head. It w
