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“How do you o? My father wanted a beast, and I gave hih”

He didn’t respond Drago gently rubbed the cream into the sides of her ribs and stomach God, her skin was soft He’d fucked his fair share of wo forty, so he wasn’t short on experience But, da and vulnerable in equal parts

Her hair was usually in braids or a tight bun when she fought Noas loose, falling all the way down to her ass, heavy and damp Her thin white bra and panties made him think of her as a woman, not a hard-as-nails force

“He doesn’t deserve you,” he said Drago wanted to pull her closer, to kiss her stomach, and a hell of a lot more

“Who?”

“Nobody Not your father, your ex … or even ood for any man”

“We both know the truth about Ava’s father No one wants a wo Now that I stopped fighting, I’m disposable”

“Don’t say that” His hands drifted lower, until he had her by the hips He wanted he tell her sheto hio didn’t want to coe of her

“It’s true”

“You’re special, Belle,” he said “I reo Even then, I could see you didn’t belong”

“I was the best,” she whispered

“You were irls in the ring, not your family, no one in the lifestyle After I retired, I always hoped you’d choose to walk away” He painted s to release her just yet She hadn’t pulled away

“I did”

“And now you’re back,” he said “After this is over, I want you to leave Go far aith your daughter Forget the ring, forget your father, forget me”

For the first ti out to touch his face She wasn’t an affectionate wo her e that she couldn’t leave behind

He looked up into her eyes They were so fucking blue that he swore he was drowning

“I don’t want to forget you,” she said