Drago's Woman

“I know. I thought I’d be able to scare him. I actually wanted to kill him.”

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” said Drago. Time wasn’t on their side now. He checked his messages and smiled to himself. He typed the address into his GPS.

Once they were on the road, he released a stressed breath. He had her back, and everything felt right with the world again. This time he had to handle things differently. He wouldn’t have Belle risk her life again.

“Where we going?” she asked when he skipped the highway.

“Getting your daughter.”

She shifted in the passenger seat. “What? How?”

“I found out her location this morning. This is the day we’ve been waiting for,” he said.

“No, we can’t. They’ll probably be expecting us after my stupid stunt. It’ll be dangerous. I’ve made everything worse.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll wait in the car.”

“The hell I will.”

Drago looked to the side and glared at her. “You may be good with your fists, baby girl, but I can still take you down. I won’t let you get hurt.”

“And then what?”

“At least we’ll have her with us. Safe and loved. Then we can worry about keeping it that way.”

She sighed. “It shouldn’t be this complicated. Why can’t they leave us the fuck alone?” Then she put her hand on his thigh. “This isn’t even your fight, Drago.”

He stopped the car on the side of the country road and put the car into park. He shifted to his side and stared her dead in the eyes. “How isn’t this my fight? She may not be my daughter, but I’m invested here, sweetheart. In you. Before you came into my life, I had everything—retired with a shitload of cash and the world at my fingertips. But it all meant nothing. I was drifting, lonely, fucked in the head from everything I’ve done and seen. You changed all that. You know me, just like I know you, Belle. You make me feel whole, make me want to be a better man. I’d give you the world if I could.”

“Drago…”

He meant every word. Child fighters were disposable. He’d always felt that deep-seated emptiness, never belonging anywhere, never mattering to a soul. Belle meant everything to him. She gave him strength, and he knew without a doubt that he loved her with every fiber of his being.

“Why can’t you feel the same way?” he whispered.

God, he felt vulnerable. Did she even care about him beyond what he could do to help her?

She cupped his cheek, her fingernails gently scraping his rough stubble. “I’ve always felt like a lost cause. The only person I could ever count on was myself, and it was scary to trust anyone. I trust you, Drago.”

He wanted more than her trust. More than her body.

Belle leaned over and kissed him. He kissed her back harder. The high of having her back hadn’t let up. And now the taste of her lips…

Drago pulled her over the center console until she was straddling his lap. He slid his hands up her shirt, smoothing them along her back. “Did he hurt you?” he asked.

“He tried.” She kissed him, her tongue dancing with his. He closed his eyes, his cock uncomfortably confined in his jeans. The weight of her body, her soft curves, and fighting spirit made him desperate to take her.

“I want you, baby girl. Right now.”

He expected her to back away, to get pissed off for distracting her from getting Ava.

She reached down and unzipped him, pulling his hard cock free. He groaned as she manhandled him.

Drago pushed his seat as far back as it would go as Belle wiggled one leg out of her pants and underwear. Her little pussy was hot against his cock. He pushed up her shirt and peeled the cups of her bra down exposing her big tits. Drago rubbed his face against the soft flesh, then suckled her nipple into his mouth until she begged him to fuck her.

He held her waist and hoisted her up, then dropped her down over his stiff erection. The rush of pleasure had his eyes lolling back in his head. She began working him with her strong thighs, pumping his cock up and down, the entire car rocking along with them. Only the odd car passed them on the lonely country road.

“You drive me crazy,” he said.

“Do you like me riding you, Drago?”

He smirked. He didn’t expect her to talk dirty, but it fucking turned him on. Her pussy was wet, the slippery sound of flesh on flesh filling the car. She worked him hard, not tiring, not slowing. He was going to blow his load before her.

“You’re too good at this, baby.”

“Don’t get used to it. I like feeling you on top of me. Your hard muscles slick from sweat, just like in the ring. I’ve always fantasized of having you between my legs.”