Shattered Innocence

Sparring Hearts

That arrogant, egotistical, sexy—wait, what? No. Not sexy. He's a complete jerk. It doesn't matter that his ass is tighter than a damn peach or that his smug, dangerous smirk sends shivers down my spine. It also doesn't matter that when he pressed against me, it made me ridiculously wet. I left my room in search of a distraction from my sleepless night, and I guess I found one in the form of Yuri. He guides me toward a pair of double doors and winks. "Ladies first." Rolling my eyes, I squeeze past him, and he playfully smacks my behind, making it clear that was the sole reason he wanted me to go ahead. That, and his hungry gaze fixed on my ass. I can't help but smile. He's so shamelessly direct about what he wants, and yes, undeniably a bit unhinged, but aren't we all? I suppose we share that trait. Thanks, Dad.

"Are you going to stand there daydreaming about my ass, or are we actually going to spar?" I jest, crossing my arms. His eyes quickly dart to my breasts, and he runs his tongue along his teeth. I don't know why I find it so alluring. Perhaps it's the sparkle in his eyes or simply the fact that this bastard is smoking hot, but it has my pussy clenching. I appreciate a good fuck as much as anyone, but he comes with strings attached, and I don't do attachments or commitments. I only do casual encounters. Yuri wouldn't fit that category. He strikes me as the type who would want to fuck all night and then boast about it. But what is it about these cocksure assholes that weakens an intelligent woman? He's clearly disturbed and haunted by his past, but damn if I'm not curious whether he fucks as well as he looks.

"I'd rather have the real thing, but fantasies will suffice for now. Unless, of course, you'd prefer fucking over fighting... or both?" He grins as he advances toward me. I slowly retreat, having already surveyed the room when I entered. I know there are large mats in the center, which I lead him to now, like a dog. I ignore the array of weapons on the walls, the athletic equipment to the right, and the assault course to the left—I'll explore those another day. Right now, my entire focus is on Yuri. He could strike at any moment. Once my bare feet sink into the mat, I hop backward, only coming to a halt when I find myself in the middle of a sparring ring. Tilting my head, I run my eyes over him, searching for vulnerabilities. I've faced numerous opponents before, mostly during supervised training with my father or on missions, but never someone as skilled as Yuri. It's evident in every fiber of his being. He works hard to be the best, to be strong, just like me. It's probably another shared trait from our messed-up childhood. This unpredictability will make him dangerous, wild, and an actual challenge, for once. The thought exhilarates me, and I bounce on my toes in anticipation. Life has been almost too easy until now.

"Come on then, you crazy man. Show me what you've got. Show me what I've been missing out on," I purr, widening my stance in preparation. His eyes narrow, and his grin widens as he steps closer. He begins circling me, shirtless and barefoot, his gaze roaming over every inch of my body. I feel his stare like a physical touch, but I focus on the subtle shifts in the air, preparing for his initial move. The anticipation slows my heart and activates my business mode, despite the electric atmosphere. I'm not fighting to avoid punishment from my father or for money—no, this time, I'm fighting because I want to gauge just how dangerous the men I'll be working with are and see if they can keep up.

I hear the faint whistle of air right before I see his arm darting past my head. I throw myself to the side, rolling away and springing back to my feet, barely avoiding his incoming attack. I maneuver across the mat, taking a defensive stance as he kicks and punches. He weaves around me, landing a few hits that leave me breathless, and I bend over, catching my breath. Anger fuels my narrowed eyes as I meet his gaze. "You're dead," I hiss. I lunge forward with all my strength, overpowering him and slamming him to the ground. I manage to land a few kicks before he seizes my leg and pulls. Bringing my knee against his face, I hear him grunt in pain as I wriggle free and regain my footing. He gets up, disregarding the trickle of blood from his nose, as I circle him. "You're good, Nora, but not quite good enough." He launches himself at me again, employing moves from various martial arts to throw me off balance. However, he should know better because I'm my father's first experiment. He taught me everything he knows and more. We fight fiercely and swiftly, evenly matched in our own ways. He hits harder, but I'm quicker. He stumbles, and I seize the opportunity, leaping into the air and wrapping my legs around his neck. I bring him down to the ground and swiftly spin, my knees straddling his hips. With my arm pressing against his throat, I grin. "Got you," I declare.

Panting, he gazes up at me, his shock morphing into vivid desire that I can almost taste. "Nora..." he groans. "If you keep me pinned like this much longer, I won't be responsible for my actions."

I know exactly what he means. My wet pussy is pressed firmly against his hard cock. He's well-endowed, and the way he looks at me suggests he wants to do something about it. For a moment, I almost let my guard down and give in to the desire between us before I lean down. "Maybe next time. I have a busy day ahead, and darling," I purr, allowing myself a fleeting moment of weakness as I lick my lips, causing him to twitch beneath me. "You'd need hours to fuck and recover from me." Rolling away from his body, I stand and give him a final smirk. "Goodnight, Yuri. Try not to break your hand while you're thinking about me." His groan follows me as I exit the room, accompanied by the sound of his quickened breathing. And when I glance back through the closing door, he has his shorts down, his heels planted against the mat, thrusting into his hand, gripping a pierced, substantial, erect cock that glistens in the light. Swallowing hard, I force myself to leave before I succumb to the temptation and return to finish what we started.