As Evin slowly started to come to, she could hear two men close to her argueing.
"What the hell were you thinking stepping into the cage fighting her like that?" Dolph was upset.
"She wanted me to," Baron defended himself.
"She wanted you to? Come on! She never asked you to get in there. What the hell is wrong with you? You like beating on women?" Dolph was shouting.
"No!" Baron growled.
"Then help me understand," Dolph said.
"I can't," Baron said and sighed.
"I understand," Evin said lowly.
Both men turned their heads to look at her.
"Good, you're awake," Baron said as he walked over to her.
He tried helping her up but she pushed him away. She sat up and looked at Dolph.
"You don't need to understand. I do, I understand," she said.
Dolph looked at both of them.
"I can't figure out which one of you is the weirdest," he said.
She cracked a little smile.
"That would probably be me," she said.
She looked at Baron.
"You got your beanie back. I guess that means I lost," she said.
"You did," he said and smirked.
"Damn, and I was undefeated. I gotta be honest. It doesn't feel good," she said.
"You're hurting?" Dolph asked.
"Just my pride," she answered.
She got to her feet and reached up to touch her head. She still felt lightheaded.
"That's it. I'm taking you home," Baron said.
"No, you won't," she said.
"It wasn't a request," he said.
He grabbed her bag and went through it until he found her car keys. He took out his own car keys and handed them to Dolph.
"Take my car. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" He said.
"Alright," Dolph answered and walked out of the room.
"Seriously, I'm fine," she said.
"I don't care," he said.
He put an arm around her and helped her out of the building and out to her car. He put her in the passenger seat and took the driver seat himself.
"Where do you live?" He asked.
She just looked at him.
"Stop being so fucking stubborn. I'm just taking you home. That's all," he said.
"Why don't you get out of my car? I can drive just fine," she said.
"Fine, don't bother telling me where you live. I'm taking you to my place then," he said and started the car. "Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn and fight over everything?"
"Because fighting is what I do best. I've already told you that," she said.
He parked the car in his driveway. He got out of it and went around to open the door to the passenger side.
"Get out," he said.
"No!" She said and crossed her arms.
"For fuck's sake," he growled as he reached in and yanked her out of the car.
He held on tight to her arm and dragged her to his front door. He unlocked it and let her inside.
"Boots, jacket, off!" He commanded once they were inside his house.
"You're so bossy," she said as she took it off.
He leaned up against the door while watching her. Once her boots and jackets were off, he pointed towards the hallway.
"Inside!" He commanded.
She turned around and walked through the hallway. She stopped once she reached the livingroom. He stopped behind her.
"You can sleep on the couch," he said.
She looked at the couch that was placed in the middle of the room. Then she turned around and looked at him. There was a look in her eyes he couldn't quite figure out.
"I'm curious. You got 300 dollars for taking me out, right?" She asked.
He nodded. It wasn't exactly his proudest moment to have been paid for beating up a woman.
"Does that make you my whore then?" She asked.
"What?" He blurted out.
"Does that make you my whore when you got paid for taking me on?" She asked and sent him a twisted smile.
"I'm nobody's whore," he growled.
"Could have fooled me," she laughed.
His eyes turned angry. She kept smiling as she slowly turned around and started walking away from him. The next thing she knew, he grabbed her arms from behind and pushed her towards the wall, pinning her up against it.
"You better start fucking behaving!" He growled in her ear.
"Or else?" She asked, challenging him.
"Or else we're gonna have a problem," he answered.
"Don't we already have that? You got me pinned up against the wall like you're gonna beat me up again," she said.
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" He sneered.
He heard her let out a little laugh.
"As a matter of fact, I would," she said.
"What the hell are you doing to me?" He asked in a low tone.
"I'm bringing out your inner beast. Don't act like you don't like having him out to play," she answered.
He held her up against the wall for a couple of seconds while thinking about what she had just said. She was right. He liked it. Why was he trying to keep it within when she clearly wanted him to bring it out? He let out a loud growl like a rabid dog, dragged her backwards away from the wall and bent her over the back of the couch. He placed a hand in her back, holding her in the position, while his other hand reached in front of her and opened her jeans. He yanked them down to her knees, grabbed her thong and ripped it off her, exposing her to him. He heard her let out a whine and then the sound of her laughter again.
"That's more like it," she said almost whispering, tempting him, challenging him to keep going.
He opened his own pants and dropped them to his knees along with his boxers before forcefully pushing himself inside her. She let out a loud moan as he entered her. He grabbed her hair and forced her head back a bit while still holding a hand on her back. Her body was aching from the position and still it felt so good what he was doing.
"Looks more like you're my whore now," he growled.
She responded with nothing but moans.
"Say it! Say you're my whore! He growled as he thrusted into her harder.
"Oh god," she whimpered from the pain.
"Say it!" He yelled out loud, thrusting hard into her again.
"I'm your whore! I'm your god damn whore!" She screamed.
"That's right. You're my whore," he growled.
He let go off her hair and her back, grabbed her hips and pulled her back violently as he kept thrusting in as hard as he could.
He felt her walls squeeze his dick as she screamed out her orgasm. He kept thrusting in as hard as possible, making her feel that he was in charge. She collapsed over the couch. He thrusted into her a couple of more times before he came himself with a loud growl.
He pulled out of her, grabbed her hair again, yanked her up from the couch and spun her around.
"Bedroom! Now!" He commanded and gave her a push in the right direction.