Fighters With Desires || 18+

Fighters With Desires || 18+

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"Princess, come sit on my lap," he commands, his tone unwavering as he gestures for me to comply. "Fighter, that's not happening." I retort, my desire to resist clashing with the thin thread of professionalism I cling to. In a sudden move, he attempts to strike me, but I evade just in time, only to stumble and land on him, my legs awkwardly positioned over his. "You'd look incredible on top of me. riding my now hardened cock." he murmurs, his voice a mix of softness and authority. ----‐-----------------------ongoing----‐---------------------- Aurora is 18. She was a passionate and dedicated trainer, deeply committed to her profession, and she had a particular weakness for the allure of a rebellious spirit. When she crossed paths with Ashton Coleman, her initial impression was one of disdain, as his attitude and demeanor clashed with her values. However, as she spent more time with him, her feelings began to shift unexpectedly, evolving from animosity to a budding fondness. This transformation in her perspective was not just surprising but also compelling, as she prepared to take on the challenge of training him, recognizing the potential hidden beneath his rough exterior. ----‐-----------------------------‐-----------------------------‐------ Ashton, a captivating 22-year-old boxer, dedicated his life to the rigorous demands of training, immersing himself in the pursuit of excellence in the ring. His world revolved around self-improvement, leaving little room for distractions, particularly in the realm of romantic entanglements. While he occasionally indulged in fleeting connections, he consciously avoided the complexities of serious relationships, preferring to keep his heart guarded. However, everything changed when he crossed paths with Aurora, a woman whose presence would challenge his carefully constructed boundaries and ultimately lead him down a path he never anticipated, one that could very well spell his undoing.
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A few snippets so far: I felt naked in front of him. He's stripped me bare, pulled back my flesh, cracked open my rib cage to literally have my heart in his hands. He has the power to finish me off with one forceful squeeze or help hold all the pieces together while I work on mending and healing it. **** I take this time to breathe in the stale peacefulness of the room and wait for my body to properly wake up to get started with another day. My thoughts are soon abruptly stopped when I hear heavy breathing next to me, then I can feel the rise and fall of someone's chest and the heaviness of something wrapped around my torso. The imaginary glue in my eyes disappears as they open in a flash. To my utter disbelief and confusion, I find Harry sleeping...in my bed...with me. What, when how...what in the world is happening?! My internal panic worsens when I realize if he's here he saw the broken glass and blood in the room. FUCKING HELL! "Don't freak out, don't freak out," I talk out loud to myself but it's not fucking working. **** Last fucking chance to tell me I'm wrong and you're not hoeing around then sleep in my bed!" I say as harshly as I can. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even bat an eye at what I said. I pick up her phone on my nightstand and throw it at the closed door and watch her body tense up in anger. Her fists are white from how tightly she is clamping her fingers in her palm and her jaw is clenched. "You said it yourself, we're just friends. Friends don't act jealous like this," she quietly speaks. "I am not jealous; I couldn't give a fuck less. Have nothing to be jealous of." She takes a step back like I hit her, I can see her shattering right in front of me. "You know your way out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now," she walks over to grab her phone that bounced off the wall and walks out, she stops before she closes the door all the way.

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