~Miguel's POV~
I gripped the chain-link fence, my knuckles white from the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. The crowd's roars faded into a dull hum as I stared down Rocco, his chest heaving, sweat dripping from his brow onto the blood-smeared mat.
We'd been tearing into each other for twenty minutes straight...fists flying, bodies slamming, every punch landing like a promise of more pain to come. My ribs ached where he'd cracked me good, but f**k, that only made my c**k twitch harder in my shorts.
This underground fight club was my church, and nights like this, when the line between beating the s**t out of someone and f*****g them blurred, were my sacraments.
Rocco spat blood onto the ground, his dark eyes locking onto mine with that feral glint. He was built like a goddamn
