“What-”Īgain he interrupted me with an almost harsh kiss. His thumb swiped over my clit as he moved his finger faster. He nipped at my lower lip then licked water off it and claimed my mouth again, possessive, unrelenting, desperate … but how was it possible? His touch and kisses were overwhelming, but my body reacted with a tidal wave of arousal as he slid his finger in and out of me. He followed, not allowing me to escape his overwhelming presence as his free hand cupped my breast through my wet dress.

He slipped a finger into me, his mouth still soft yet dominant, and I arched back against the tiled wall. His hand brushed my thigh, pushing up my dress, shoving aside my panties. He pressed into me, his tall frame caging me in. His lips claimed my mouth, stopping me from saying any more. He curled his fingers around my wrist and pulled me toward him, his eyes not once breaking their staring. His expression was intense, on the verge of angry, which didn’t make sense considering this was Nino. Nino stared down at me as if I was a problem he wanted to solve. I moved toward him but stopped in front of the shower. “Come closer,” he said in a strange voice. Nino straightened in all his naked glory, covered in cuts and bruises. “Are you all right?” I asked breathlessly. His head turned and the look in his gray eyes sent a stab of worry through me. He was braced against the tiles, head hanging low as water poured down his body.

Nino wasn’t in front of the lockers, but I heard the shower running and walked around the corner until I caught sight of him in the last stall. I was glad when I reached the changing room and stepped inside. Some people gave me pitying looks others regarded me as if I was someone to be scared of. Straightening my spine, I moved through the crowd, who backed away from me as if I was contagious. “I’ve never seen Nino like this, but if you think you can handle him, be my guest.” They both stepped out of the booth so I could leave before sitting back down. Remo smiled coldly and motioned for Savio to make room. “Are you sure about that?” His voice held a challenge.

“I don’t think this is a good time for you to go to Nino. I tensed but didn’t pull away because people were watching, and I knew how to keep up appearances. Nino left the cage before the judge declared him the winner and stalked toward the changing rooms under the applause of the crowd. Even scarier was how quickly the emotion was replaced his usual calm.

Then he staggered to his feet, covered in blood, gray eyes alight with fury. Nino thrust his fist down on the unconscious man one more time. Remo didn’t take his eyes off the cage, but his mouth thinned.

Twisted Emotions by Cora Reilly