Rocco's breath was hot against my neck, his grip on my wrist like iron as he pinned me to the fence. The crowd's cheers blurred into a distant roar, but his low chuckle cut through it all, sending a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the cooling sweat on my skin.
'You thought that was it, Miguel? Pounding my ass like some alpha prick?'
His free hand slid down my back, fingers digging into the fresh bruises from our fight, then lower, cupping my balls through my shorts and squeezing just hard enough to make me grunt.
'Nah, now you're gonna learn what real ownership feels like.'
I twisted against him, testing his hold, but he anticipated it, slamming his knee into the back of mine to buckle my legs. My face scraped the chain-link, the rough edges biting into my cheek as he
