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"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
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We made our way to the front-row seats and waited for the fight to begin, I don't think I'll ever be as invested in a fight as this one. I also don't think I could sit here and watch Cillian get hurt, how pathetic do I sound? A man looks at me and smiles and I suddenly don't want him to do his job because he will get hurt.
I'm so in my head that I didn't even hear the announcer call out Reggie, I looked up and noticed he was bouncing around inside the cage already. The announcer calls out Cillian's name as the music begins to play, he's the complete opposite of Reggie, Reggie is bouncing around the cage like a rabid animal yet Cillian looks as if he's taking a morning walk through a fucking park.
He walks into the octagon and walks the fence line I assume taking in the atmosphere, the crowd is the loudest I've heard it today. He walks past us and looks me directly in the eyes once more, god, shoot me down where I sit, I don't miss the very subtle wink he sends my way and all I want to do is crawl into the ground like a groundhog.
My body feels like it's one fire and all he's done is give me an ounce of his attention, Papa starts clapping and cheering as they both make their way to the centre of the octagon.
The referee says something to both of them until the bell dings loudly, Reggie goes to throw the first punch but misses, Cillian takes this opportunity to jab him in the rib cage. I didn't realise sitting so close meant I could hear the physical punches they're landing on each other, they sound fucking hard and painful I can't help but flinch at the noises.
My brain starts to go into over drive, the sound of hands hitting skin takes me back to that old run-down house again, Marion laying into me after spilling one of her drinks on the floor "You're fucking useless Willow!!!!" she yells slamming her knuckles into my cheekbone, I swear I thought she had broke it.
I'm broken out of my mini horror movie as the crowd erupts in cheers, my eyes go back to the fight watching as Cillian manages to flip Reggie onto the ground with a kick to his knee, as soon as Reggie's body hits the floor Cillian wraps his legs around his chest and begins to twist his arm with his hands and body, from this close, you can see Reggie trying to fight through the pain.
Any normal person would have tapped out and finished the fight but Reggie wasn't going out easily, and that made me panic for Cillian. Cillian lets go and wraps his arm around Reggie's neck starting the process of choking him, "That's called a blood choke" Papa whispers in amazement as it unfolds in front of us, "Why?" is all I can manage to say, I can't even take my eyes off of the fight to look Papa in the eyes.
"There are two types of choke holds, ones an air choke, which cuts off the air supply to the brain. This one is called a blood choke because...." He trails off waiting for me to fill in the blank, I watch as Reggie slowly loses consciousness, his face turning dark red into purple "Because he's cutting off blood to the brain" I finally answer.
I should be shit scared of what's going on in front of me but some weird ass part of me is... excited by this.
Reggie loses consciousness and the ref calls it time for quits, Cillian lets go instantly and gets to his feet climbing the metal fence and sitting on top, I can't help but watch in awe as the crowd goes absolutely insane, Papa and the other men are standing and cheering with the crowd, I can only bring myself to clap.
But that seems to be enough for him as he looks down at me, that small smirk graces his beautiful lips once more as Wesely scrambles into the ring to congratulate him.
"Come on полевой цветок (wildflower)" Papa says grabbing my hand, I stand up and follow him to where he's walking, and before I know it we are back in Cillian's locker room. "Why are we here?" I ask him as he waits for Dana to join him, "We're going to try and get a longer contract with him, Wesley is his trainer and has hopefully sweet-talked him enough into staying" He explains.
Loud cheers and voices cut out conversation short as people flood into the room, "Can you stay here for 5 minutes?" Papa asks as I take a seat on the chair in the corner of the room, I nod my head and send him a smile, as he walks off I decide to pull out my phone and waste some time so I don't look like an idiot sitting here by myself.
I was scrolling through Instagram when a voice speaks from in front of me, an all too familiar voice "There's my good luck charm" His thick Irish accent made me want to turn to jelly.
"Good luck charm?" I question raising an eyebrow, I take a quick glance around the room and notice it is almost empty, he smirks and nods his head before pulling a chair from the wall and turning it backwards before sitting on it, I watch closely as he rests his arms on the back of the chair before leaning his chin on them.
"See something you like sweetheart?" He hums with a cocky tone of voice, my body burns in embarrassment I mumble a quick "I'm sorry" Before looking down at my phone to try and distract myself, not even 5 seconds later my phone's pulled out of my hands, Cillian starts fiddling around with it typing something before locking it and holding it in his hand.
"Don't try and hide from me angel" He speaks again, alright he needs to stop existing because I'm pretty sure even a blind man could see how hard I'm blushing currently, "I wasn't" I reply trying to look anywhere but him, where the hell is Papa?!
"Look at me then" He somewhat demands and I can't help but obey it, once our eyes meet again he smiles, like an actual smile, and it's a fucking perfect smile too. "There she is" He speaks quietly moving a piece of my hair that had fallen in front of my face to behind my ear.
I'm going to die, I'm actually going to die.
"Did you enjoy the fight?" He asks tilting his head to the side, I nod in response "It was... Intense" I finally speak, he chuckles ever so slightly and as if this man couldn't be any more perfect that laugh was what I'd want to hear before I died, I'd be one happy woman dying to the sound of that.
"I like things that are... intense" Now he's smirking, "Cillian, ice bath!" One of the men calls out from behind him, he doesn't bother looking over to him, he just continues to hold eye contact with me.
Raising his hand out I place mine in his to shake, I go to let go but he doesn't let my hand go, instead, he pulls it to his lips, planting a soft kiss on my skin, oh god, I think I need new underwear.
"Until we meet again angel" He hums happily before standing up and passing me my phone, "What makes you think we will meet again?" I ask, "Oh, I just have a feeling we will" He replies sending a wink my way before walking off into another room that's connected to the locker room.
Once he is out of sight I take a deep breath trying to feed oxygen to my brain, oh my god, this isn't real, surely this isn't real.
But it's real, how do I know you ask? Because when I open my phone it's no longer on Instagram, it's open to my messages, and the contact name at the top reads 'future husband' I almost die reading the name, I look down at the message he had sent himself so he had my number.
Me: It's your angel.
I want to scream, out of pure fucking excitement. I swear I'm almost about to faint. Papa comes back in with a very happy look on his face. "Guess who just signed another 1-year contract with us?!" He exclaims pulling me out of my seat and wrapping his arms around me before spinning us around, "Cillian" I smile.
