Sick Heart: A Dark MMA Fighter Romance

If forced, I could probably win two, maybe three more elite-level fights. But anything more than that is just a delusion. And three more fights won’t be enough to make any kind of difference. Hell, one loss is all it takes to wipe everything I’ve ever done away. I will lose everything I’ve ever loved and sacrificed for if I don’t win.

Rainer and Maart can take care of themselves. They don’t really need me. If I die, they will make it. Somehow. But I won’t play with Evard’s future like that.

Rainer looks at Anya with those questioning green eyes of his. Then he pauses and drags the back of his hand across his glistening lips. “You gotta tell me yes before I go any further.”

Huh. This is new. But this Anya girl is very, very different than the kind of girls who end up in our room after a winning fight. When I look over at Anya I’m surprised she has her eyes open. She doesn’t answer his question. Just stares back at him.

Come on, Anya. You know you want it. Just tell the man yes and he’ll get back to business.

Maart, ever my trusty fucking mind-reader, pulls these words right out of my head. “Yeah, Anya. You have to give permission.” He caresses her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingertips. She’s practically lying on his bare chest. He didn’t get tattooed tonight and neither did Rainer, but they lost their shirts hours ago.

Hmm. What will our little Anya do? Nod her head? Whine for more? Grunt?

No. I smile big. Because our Anya reaches down, places the flat palm of her hand on the top of Rainer’s head, and pushes him back into position.

Maart and I exchange grins.

Clever girl. And horny. Though that might be the Lectra. But also so very, very committed to her fucking silence.

And I don’t know why, but I love that about her.

Maart’s turn. He wraps his arms around her, opens up her loose-fitting low-cut dress, and plays with both breasts as he dips his mouth down to her ear. “How about me? You want me to stop? I’m gonna need an answer if you want to keep going.”

He’s toying with her. Playing with her the way a cat plays with a captured mouse.

She stares straight ahead, eyes fixed on something on the far wall. One hand is still in position on Rainer’s head, guiding him as he licks her pussy. He must hit her sweet spot because she bites her lip and closes her eyes for an elongated blink before opening them back up, wider than ever.

Maart pinches her nipple. Hard. And the pain is sharp enough to make her gasp again. “I’m waiting, Anya. I don’t like to wait.” He growls out the last few words as his left hand squeezes her breast.

She has very nice tits. They are large and firm and even though I know the meaning of the red-on-white symbols encircling her nipples, I like the way it looks. I like the way she wears it. I like the way she plays her part.

The sacrifice. That’s what she was tonight. Lazar’s sacrifice.

Here’s something I bet our Anya didn’t know. I was supposed to kill her tonight. I was told to throw her off the ship, not Pavo.

Udulf took me aside just before I went out on the platform and told me that’s what Lazar wanted. And what did I care? What’s one more dead girl? It’s not like I get to keep them. And Udulf—well, he has no interest in a girl Anya’s age. She’s… not his type.

So I fucked up their plans by throwing Pavo over instead of Anya. Right now, somewhere on this ship, in some private space or compartment, or storage hold, there should’ve been a ritual to commemorate her death.

I smile just thinking about Lazar’s panic as we were dragging Pavo’s body towards the edge. Did he know I wasn’t going to do it? Did he know?

Yes. He had to know. And he was panicked.

Why? Why this girl?

If my father is mad that I let Anya live, he didn’t show it.

But he is the master of deception.

Still, without Anya he might’ve lost tonight.

Without Anya I might be dead.

So do I think he cares that she wasn’t sacrificed in the end?

Probably not.

Maart slaps her breast and growls, “Fucking answer me, Anya.”

Rainer stops eating her pussy and wipes his hand across his wet lips again. “You better say yes or we’ll just throw you in the bedroom and go find someone else to play with.”

“Someone more willing,” Maart adds.

I hold my breath for a moment, wondering if she’ll bow out.

I’m not gonna lie, I’d be disappointed if we had to go find someone else. I mean, she’s already here.

Rainer has already gotten a taste.

Maart is practically in position.

She answers him, but not with sounds. She answers him with a hand. Again.