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    Hook Me(Men of Inked #2) by Chelle Bliss
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    “You want to come?” he asked roughly.

    “Yes,” I pleaded.

    “After I kick some ass.” He smirked, removing his hand from my panties, dragging the wetness down my leg.

    “Fuck,” I muttered.

    “Doesn’t feel so good, does it, Doc?” he laughed, before sticking his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.

    I glared at him. It was funny when I did it to him. To leave me like this now felt downright cruel.

    “You’re a bastard.”

    My entire body had been tense and he made it so much worse. I was wound so tight at this point I worried walking would cause me to orgasm. I ached that badly.

    He patted my ass as he stood and wrapped me in his arms. The warmth of his naked flesh seared through my thin silk camisole. “We’ll finish after I win. I want to take my time with you tonight.”

    I rubbed my cheek against the smooth skin of his pec. “I should hate you right now, but I can’t.”

    “You two done in there?” Rob yelled, knocking on the door.

    “He’s a pain in the ass,” I said, sighing against his chest.

    “I know.” He kissed the top of my head, burying his nose in my hair. “Yeah, come in.”

    Rob plopped down on the couch across the room and watched us.

    “I better go, Michael. You have to get ready and I need to find my seat.” I peered up at him, getting a last look of his beautiful face. I worried it would be bloody and bruised the next time I touched it.

    “I’ll text Izzy to meet you in the corridor.” His kiss burned my lips as he crushed his mouth against mine. “Thanks, Mia, for coming.” The smug ass**le winked. “I know you hate the very idea, but you being here means a lot to me.”

    “No other place I’d rather be.” I slid my hand down his arm, moving away from him. “Oh, and Michael?”

    “Yes.”

    “Kick his ass, handsome,” I said trying to help him relax.

    He winked and his smile made my heart melt.

    Fuck, I hated the thought of that beautiful face being hit. I hated everything about what was about to unfold before my eyes.

    I waved to him with a faint smile as I left. I could hear the cheers of the crowd echo through the corridor backstage. I followed the noise, finding Izzy waiting for me near the arena entrance.

    Her mouth moved as she waved for me to follow her, but it was so loud I couldn’t hear her words. I smiled and nodded before following her to the seating area.

    “Down front,” Izzy yelled in my ear, as I look around the arena.

    The crowd was larger than I would have expected for a MMA match. Not everyone had such great disdain for the sport as I did. I hated the idea of two men beating the crap out of each other for a title, but I promised Michael I’d be here.

    The entire Gallo family, with the exception of Mrs. Gallo, sat in the front row looking as anxious as I felt.

    “I found her,” Izzy said as we sat down.

    They were a stunning family. The men were all cut from the same cloth. Handsome, rugged, and muscular and the sister was a spitfire. Even Mr. Gallo was classically handsome and didn’t show his age.

    “It’s nice to see you again, Doc.” Joe said, a couple seats away.

    “Call me Mia, please. I see you’re getting around better these days.”

    “Physical therapy works wonders. I wouldn’t miss this fight for the world. Suzy would have had my balls if I didn’t bring her tonight.” He turned and kissed her cheek as she kept her eyes glued to the cage.

    “Hello, my dear,” Mr. Gallo said, taking my hand, planting a soft kiss on it. “You’ve missed some matches already.”

    I winced as I watched them clean the floor. There was blood and sweat everywhere. “This isn’t my idea of entertainment, Mr. Gallo. I’m only here for Michael,” I said trying to stop my stomach from spilling its contents. “Where’s Mrs. Gallo?” I asked.

    “Oh, she hates the very idea of him fighting. She stayed home tonight to read. So, how’s he doing? Is he ready?” he asked.

    I shrugged as butterflies filled my stomach. I hoped he was ready because I really couldn’t take watching him being beaten. “He seemed pretty calm when I left him to finish preparing.”

    Our conversation was interrupted as the announcer spoke, “Ladies and gentleman, the heavy weight match you’ve all been waiting for is about to begin.”

    The crowd stood and the screaming made my eardrums throb. Loud music began to play and I knew it was Michael’s song, "Bodies" by Drowning Pool. It had been playing in his dressing room before I left. I covered my ears as I stood, facing the back of the arena.

    “Weighing in at two-hundred and sixty pounds I give you the one, the only, Michael ‘The Iceman’ Gallo.”

    The crowd screamed before chanting Ice Man, Ice Man.

    Michael wore a black silk robe as he entered through the dark curtain and started to walk down the aisle. The crowd went crazy as people tried to grab him on his way down the ramp into the arena. Blood curdling screams from female fans professing their love to him made me laugh. I could see how this could be an adrenaline rush.

    I had the perfect vantage point to watch him. I stood with one leg in the aisle and leaned over to watch him. He stared straight ahead as he walked with his shoulders pushed back, looking bigger than ever. His lips were set in firm line and there was no happiness in his eyes. The sparkle had been replaced with fierceness. He looked mean as hell, but I knew the real man underneath.

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