Page 91 of Embriagado

Jab.

Cross.

Hook.

My fist collided with his face with such force that I felt the rotation shooting back through my arm, going all the way to my core, but that was it—three basic strikes that took me no more than a few seconds, and the fucker fell backward like a log. The crowd that had cheered so far went dead silent, probably from shock, as this man went down even faster than the slurs had come out of his mouth earlier. But then, the hangar erupted with wild cheering, and as the crowd roared for violence and my body filled with the familiar sense of adrenaline, I looked up in search of him. I knew he was there watching me; I could feel it in my bones, and it felt real, fucking good. Beyond that. Like heroin shooting into my vein, I could get addicted to this thrill, and I was already throbbing for the next dose.

* * *

Seeing Ariyan waiting where he told me to meet him after the fight, I ran toward him, a cocky smile on my lips.

“So, how was I⁠—”

He slapped me across the face, shutting me up immediately. Shocked, my eyes went wide, and I brushed a hand over my stinging skin.

“You were too fast,” he said, pulling out a handkerchief from his suit pocket.

“What?” I hissed, fucking confused.

Is this guy on drugs or something?

“People go there to see blood, Mr. Rivas.” He cleaned his palm with the handkerchief. “And you, instead of giving them that, you knocked out the man five seconds into the fight.”

My temples throbbed with anger.

“I fought like a true boxer.”

“Nobody cares for that. Not to mention, people will say the fight is rigged.”

“Rigged? I won fair and square,” I argued, pointing at myself, when all I got in response was an eye roll.

“I speak, and yet you don’t listen.” He tucked the hankie back in his pocket. “How about I explain it in a way you’ll understand?” He stepped closer, stopping with his fancy shoes nudging my worn-out sneakers. “If I let a guy fuck me, and he finishes less than five seconds after putting his dick inside me, he’d be dead.”

Startled by his words, I stared at him, my whole face heating up with the image.

“Are you the type who finishes five seconds after getting his cock wet?” He leaned closer.

I quickly shook my head as he traced his fingers along my shirt, slowly going up.

“Is that so?” he purred.

Sweating now more than I did in the cage, I tightened my lips and nodded.

“Y-yes.”

Reaching my neck, he brushed his knuckles along my jugular, and I closed my eyes, trying to keep cool.

“So next week, when you get into that cage, I want you to imagine fucking me, Mr. Rivas.” He leaned in, his chest pressing against mine. “Imagine how you’d thrust this—” He cupped me over my jeans, squeezing tight. “—inside me.”

“Fuck,” I gasped, eyes locked with his, as he grabbed me harder.

“Exactly.” He moved his hand, massaging my growing erection. “And like the good boy you are, you’ll take your sweet time and won’t finish before your partner does, yes?”

Heat surged through me, tightening my stomach into a knot.

“Yes, fuck, yeah⁠—”

“And when you feel like your partner’s close—” His lips ghosted my neck, his hand still rubbing me. “—that’s when I want you to end him.”