5 Rounds (The Fight Game, #1)

by Nikki Castle

"Everybody knows your hatred for me is just a cover for how badly you want to be under me,"

I'd rather take a beating from the guy on the screen than entertain the idea of you flopping around on top of me for thirty seconds."

With his massive stature and dirty blonde hair, he practically screams Viking descent.

"Hey, Tristan! Guess who's coming to live with you?" "She's WHAT?"

or like I'm trying to sleep my way to the top.'

I don't think even a good fuck can compare to that feeling."

"Very funny. We can't all be Gordon Ramseys, you ass.

Sitting down with a cup of coffee and a good book is my own form of morning meditation.

company's engineers have apparently taken asshole pills today,

"Babe?" I mock. "Is that what you call them when you can't remember their names?"

but did you really expect me to wait downstairs like a blushing nun while you finished with your sorority girl?"

"Beg me for it and I’ll prove it to you," he purrs. "I promise I can fuck you better than whatever nerds you usually sleep with."

I just tend to picture them as fat old men—not stunning young sex gods.

forced proximity

"it's not exactly the best proof of your social prowess if you have to trick a girl into getting naked and wet for you."

especially if said distraction has an attitude the size of Texas.

looking so shiny that I feel the sudden urge to wrap it around my fist.

it takes everything in me not to just grab her and throw her over my shoulder.

She's a grown ass woman that can make her own stupid decisions.

I fight guys for fun,

"Two strangers at the bar and now you've got Tristan waiting at home to spank you."

"Look who decided to finally make the walk of shame,"

"The difference is, I know for a fact that you like me being this close to you—that you’re actually soaked right now,"

“I knew you would taste like cherries.”

if he really thinks of me as the fucking Karate Kid.

"What's it gonna be? Wanna play with me?"

"Order another round. I'm going to use the bathroom and then maybe you can do me."

try not to picture what it would feel like if he fucked me against this wall right now.

"You want someone that will spank you when you're acting stupid."

"Hate sex can be intense. And with the way you and I feel about each other, I might actually kill you with pleasure.”

If I don't get my dick out and inside her soon, I think I might actually lose my mind.

"Good girl," I whisper. "What's the rush? We have all night."

slowly suck her taste off my fingers. “Just as sweet as I knew you would be,”

Fuck. I am so fucked.

"I've been thinking about bending you over this couch all week,"

"Such a good fucking girl," I whisper. "You take my cock so well."

“I need you to come on my cock, Remy. Now. Come for me.”

just before his tongue slides across my lips and licks the remaining jelly off.

then I should be able to withstand his stupid fuck-me presence.

But today, it seems like someone has spiked the coffee with asshole juice.

act like I’m not borderline-obsessed with his glorious dick.

"Filthy fucking girl,"

all I can think about is how badly I want him to throw me around and fuck me seven which ways.

looking down at my body like a starved man about to devour his first meal.

"I hope this solidified it in your brain that this isn't stopping anytime soon," he growls against my lips. My eyes go wide but I don't say anything. "I'm serious," he growls, nipping my lower lip. "Stop running from me."

"Good girl, hold it just like that."

"Good girl. Let's play."

"As good as you taste, I still prefer a good IPA as an aftertaste."

I'm trying to remember the last time I wanted to talk to a girl after an orgasm. I'm coming up empty.

"That’s right, come for me," Tristan growls. “Let go. I wanna feel you come on my cock.”