Ever since Gunner showed me his naughtiest side, I've been on cloud nine. How Gunner showed me how playful he could be also showed something within me—I'm just as mischievous and naughty as him. He had me feeling the wildest sensations I've ever felt—sensations I never thought could ever be possible to feel.

I hate to say this, but what I experienced was much better than eating chocolate.

The erotic play was so physical, exciting, sensual, and so fucking pleasing that the multiple orgasms he gave me were so fucking intense and wild that I am now looking forward to feeling the same feelings again.

That is, if he does it again.

I felt excruciating pain, but it was a unique kind of pain—stimulating pain that sent my endorphins into a very pleasurable sexual high and my mind into flying mode—a rush that had me feeling high as a kite.

For someone who said they were new to this kind of sexual lovemaking, as much as I was, he's fucking damn good at it. He knows the right areas to stimulate and how to send my mind into a bliss. I've never been erotically spanked by a sexual partner before, and the way he spanked me gave me a high like you wouldn't believe.

I say men are pigs. But the truth is, I'm the one who turned into a fucking pig.

Actually, I think I turned into a nymphomaniac...

My God, if Justin ever knew or found out I turned into this sexual freak, he'd probably send me in to have my head examined.

The last five months of my life have dramatically changed, but for the better. I can now handle watching Gunner fight. I don't faint. I don't become sick. And now I'm learning how to fight like Gunner. I've become stronger, learned how to use mind over matter, and have gotten willpower down pat.

Gunner always tells me I've become one badass woman. I want to think so, but I'm not so sure that's accurate. I can handle practicing with Neron, but one thing's for sure. It's more of a game with him.

I guess I'll find out if the time ever comes and I need to defend myself. Of course, I hope that'll never be the case. But I'd also like to prove to everyone who knows me that I can be this badass woman Gunner and Neron trained me to become.

I walked into Gunner's lair and over to him with a smile. I sat next to him and lifted his hand, and as I started wrapping his hand, I began to encourage him. "Good luck tonight."

"Thanks, hun. I hope you'll be able to handle tonight's fight because this guy's one hell of a fighter."

I stopped wrapping and looked at him. "Have faith, Gunner. I know you can win tonight. You just have to put your mind to it."

I remember him telling me about this guy and how he fights, but I've watched the tapes. I know Gunner can beat him.

"I almost had him the last time we met."

"Well, just remember what happened the last time you faced each other and up your game. Because I know you can do better than you did last time. Since then, you've become smarter and quicker, so I know you'll win... I just know it," I smiled. "Just think. The sooner you knock him out, the sooner we can get back to our room and have another round of what we did the other night," I encouraged with a big grin.

He laughed, smiled, and rested his partially wrapped hands on my cheeks. "My naughty Aria, what will I ever do with you?"

I shrugged.

"I fucking enjoy what and who you've become today, and I just love how you've become this naughty nymph who can't seem to get enough of my cock."

"You're right; I can't," I giggled. "So, I need you to go out there, knock his ass out, and get him to submit. Because I've got plans for us tonight."

He leaned forward and kissed me. "I'm looking forward to it."

"You better be."

He lowered his hand and lifted his other. "I better get this hand wrapped. It's getting to be that time."

"I need you to do me a huge favor," I expressed.

"What's that?"

"Win... I want you to promise me that you won't submit to this guy."

"That's kind of hard to promise anyone that. You should know that."

I know it's a hard promise. But I feel if I were to make Gunner promise me a win, it'd encourage him more to fight harder.

"Make me a promise," I demanded. "I need you to promise you'll do whatever it takes to win."

He sighed.

Gunner is fast, but I know his opponent tonight is much quicker than Gunner after watching the tapes. The guy reminds me of Sonic the Hedgehog—fast as fuck. And he can also get himself out of any hold. That's why I'm pushing Gunner as hard as I am to promise me he'll win.

"Promise me..." I urged.

"I promise," he finally said. Admittedly, it wasn't very promising, but I'll take it.

I finished wrapping his hands. "I better get to my seat."

He shook his head.

"You're not leaving until I get a kiss." Gunner smiled, then as he kissed me, his hand reached for my pussy and tickled it.

I giggled. "Who's the naughty one?"

"All right, you two lovebirds. It's time... Aria, you need to go to your seat, and you," Neron pointed at Gunner. "You and I need to talk before you make your way out to the cage."

I looked at Gunner. "I'm going now. Good luck, and remember what you promised me."

"Security is outside the door waiting to bring you to your seat," Neron informed.

"Thanks."

"Did you check him?" Gunner asked, worriedly.

"Do I look like some sort of idiot? Of course, I checked him out."

I let the two bicker back and forth as I left the room, meeting the officer as I walked out. "Aria, I presume?"

"Yes, it is."

"Follow me."

The officer walked me to my seat, then shook my hand before sitting. "Enjoy the fight," he said in broken English.

"I'm sure we will."

"I fucking know we will," Justin said excitedly, clapping his hands fast.

I looked at Justin and teased, "Are you two years old?"

"No."

"Sometimes you act like you are."

"Aria, you have absolutely no idea... this guy who Gunner is fighting is my second favorite fighter, and I cannot believe I get to be in the same room with these two. It's been a couple of years since their last fight, and it's one of the most hyped fights of the year. Everyone is watching this fight."

I laughed. "Not everyone is watching."

"No, not everyone... but what I meant to say was that everyone who is into the UFC world is watching. This is a big fight, and someone will be making a fucking shitload of money in Vegas because of tonight's fight. I'd love to be that guy who'll make the big bucks tonight."

"People bet on these things?"

"Your damn right they do," Justin laughed, then looked at me like I was some sort of alien. "Where have you been? People place bets on everything."

"Who do you think will win?" Nikki asked Justin.

"You know, I hope Gunner does. But I'm not sure who will win. Gunner has gotten much better since these two last fought, and this guy? He's fucking fast, and he can get himself out of anything. So I hate to say it, but I'm leaning more towards The Speedy Devil winning."

He doesn't have to tell me that; I already know how this guy is.

"Me too," I sighed.

Justin nudged me. "You know Gunner is the underdog, right?"

"Yeah, he already mentioned that to me. But it's like I told him. I have faith in him and that he'll be tonight's winner."

***

It's round three, and Gunner looks like someone had severely beaten him with a baseball bat. His eyes were swollen, he had open wounds, and blood was pouring down both sides of his face. I gripped Nikki's hand, screaming for Gunner to get out of his funk.

This was not Gunner.

If I knew any better, it seemed to me he wanted this guy to beat him to death. I leaned across Nikki and over to Justin, wide-eyed. "What the fuck is he doing?"

Justin refused to look at me and kept his eyes on Gunner. Then he finally shook his head, yelled at Gunner to wake up, and glanced over at me. "I don't know what he's doing. It's almost like he's losing on purpose."

I let go of Nikki's hand, and knowing this might get me into trouble and not caring if I did, I rushed over to Neron. "What is he doing?"

"Aria, go sit down before you're carried out."

"Neron, tell me, what is he doing? Why is Gunner allowing this guy to beat him like he is?"

"I don't know what the fuck he's doing. Now go sit you're your little ass down."

I stomped my foot. "But Neron!"

"Aria, go!" he yelled, pointing over to my seat.

I didn't leave quietly, and with my hands held high in the air, I yelled at Gunner on my way back to my seat. "Gunner! What the fuck are you doing? You fucking promised me!"

I felt someone tapping my shoulder and turned around. "What?!" I snapped.

"Miss, I need you to take a seat. And if you don't, we'll be forced to escort you out of the building."

I looked at Gunner, pointed, and looked back at the security officer threatening to kick me out. "Gunner, that's my boyfriend in there, and I'm yelling for him to wake his fucking ass up. I can't do that with you interrupting me!"

An evil look filled his eyes. "Sit or be escorted; you decide what you want to do."

I can't be escorted; Gunner would be pissed. I looked back at Gunner, saw he was eyeing me, then showed him how saddened I was using my eyes. I lowered my shoulders, letting him know how disappointed I was with him. Then I turned back to the security nerd who thought he was the police and angrily groaned, "You can go away now. I'm going to my fucking seat."

While I was snapping at the little guy, the crowd stood and roared—yelling and chanting Gunner's name. I quickly spun on my heel. And when I saw Gunner repeatedly punching the guy in the stomach, I excitedly jumped up and down, clapped, and smiled. The next thing Gunner did that got me even happier was a left-handed uppercut that spun the guy around.

I felt another tap on my shoulder and quickly turned around. "Yeah, yeah, I'm going."

I ran over to my seat, excitedly jumped up and down, and threw punches into the air. "Get him, Gunner!"

As The Speedy Devil spun away from Gunner, Gunner stuck out his leg and tripped him. He stumbled over to the cage where Gunner met him, picked him up into the air, then body slammed him to the ground—giving him the submission hold—choke holding him until The Speedy Devil pounded on the mat, submitting to Gunner.

Whew...

"I was getting worried. I thought for sure Gunner would lose," I said.

"He's lucky; that's what he is," Justin replied.

"I wonder why he was losing the fight on purpose?"

"I'll bet it was Gunner's way of letting the devil think he was winning, tiring him out on purpose so Gunner could finish him with no problems, because that's exactly what happened. He got tired; Gunner caught on and took advantage of it," Justin educated as he sat back in his seat. "Now that this fight is over, we can roam the town and go out drinking."

Fuck that; I want to go back to the room and get myself a milkshake.

"Your sex can wait," Justin teased.

Did I say my thoughts out loud?

I snapped my head towards him and furrowed my brows. "What?"

"I can read your mind, you know. Don't think Nikki and I didn't hear the two of you the other night. I almost went into your bedroom to check on you. The way you were screaming his name, I thought he was attacking you."

I wanted to laugh. I smiled and sucked my lips into my mouth, trying to hide it.

"Yeah, it's best if you say nothing. You can't lie that you two were doing nothing. We heard you two clear as day," Nikki giggled.

"But..."

"Now I'm curious about what he bought you when he left for that hour... Because Neron's right, the only store I saw down the road was a sex shop. You naughty girl, you," she laughed, embarrassing me. I felt my face burning and knew it was turning red. Turning redder, the more she giggled and teased me.

She leaned into my ear and whispered. "What did Gunner buy you, anyway?"

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. "That's for me to know and for you never to know. It's mine and Gunner's secret."

She pouted. "Fine, be that way."

"I will be that way. You may be my best friend, but what Gunner and I do in our alone time is private. Besides, I don't ask what you and Justin do, and I prefer not to know."

"That's because he's your brother," she giggled, shoving me.

I stood when I saw Gunner exit the cage. He walked over to me and placed his hand on my back. "Come with me."

"Them too?"

"Yes, them too."

***

We got bombarded with many fans wanting Gunner's autograph as we exited the arena. He usually refuses, only signing autographs for those who paid for the meet and greet. But, since we were here in Malaysia, he changed his mind. He felt it would be the right thing to do because he finally beat The Speedy Devil in his own country.

Gunner was finally signing his last autograph. And when he finished, we all bolted to the car waiting for us. "I'm not sure I'd enjoy being confronted like that," Nikki said.

"I would. It would be fucking awesome to sign autographs for fans," Justin said to her.

"I've been doing it for so long it doesn't phase me anymore. But I'll admit there are times I just want to leave and not see anyone after a fight. Fans can be ruthless at times. Some are good, some are bad, and some, well..." he paused, looked at me, and smirked like something he was about to say that might upset me. "Some try getting my number and asking that I take them out."

I was right. I didn't like hearing it, and I let him know.

"Not if I can help it and not while I'm with you—none of them bimbos will ever get your number or go out on a date with you."

Gunner, Justin, and Nikki laughed. "Possessive, are we?" Gunner asked.

"Yep. And I can guarantee you would feel the same way. I already saw your reaction when you had me see Cole that time."

"Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt, but where am I heading to?" our driver asked.

"I'd like to check out the bars," Justin said.

"Actually, can we go see the Petronas Towers? I've seen photos of them, and they looked stunning at night. I would love to get a picture of Gunner and me with those in the background," I said, looking at Gunner.

"We can do that," Gunner smiled. "Then, if you all would like, we can head to a bar."

I wanted a picture of Gunner and me. All I had were photos of us together, fighting and working out, but nothing nice or special. And I would really like our picture taken for him to hang on his wall or by his bed, even if his face looks as bludgeoned as it is.

I pressed my face against the window the moment I saw the towers. "Wow, look at that! Did you know they're supposed to be the tallest twin towers globally?"

"I've heard that before. Not about these towers, but I've heard about a place with the tallest twin towers; now I know where they are," Nikki said.

I'm sure it was no big deal to them, but I like this kind of stuff. I always wanted to see the Eiffel Tower, but I feel this will do since that'll never happen.

"Is this always this pretty?" I asked the driver.

"Normally, they do the fountain light show earlier in the evening, but I made a phone call. I told them who I was driving around and talked them into doing a fountain show, just for all of you to see... now you better hurry and get out there before it's over," the driver warned.

***

Justin was dead set on going to the bar to celebrate Gunner's win. However, as we walked into the nightclub, drunken fans immediately recognized and approached Gunner, wanting their picture taken with him. While Gunner was taking photos with the fans, Justin, Nikki, and I headed to the bar to order drinks.

"What would you like?" the bartender asked.

Justin and Nikki ordered their drinks. Then he looked at me, waiting for my order. I had no clue what I wanted and turned to find Gunner. I wasn't sure if he wanted a drink, but I figured he deserved to have a drink after the night he had. I turned back around and looked at the bottles on the shelf. "Get me a double shot of your best bourbon, and I'll take whatever you make me. Whatever the most popular drink is here... wait... I changed my mind. I'll just take a beer."

"A beer?" Justin asked, surprised.

"We're in a strange place. So I'd rather just have a beer."

He laughed. "Aria, we have Neron, Maxwell, and Xavier here. Not to mention Gunner's here with you as well. So I think we'll be just fine to have a little fun." He looked at the bartender, stopping him from getting me a beer. "Give her a damn drink—anything but beer.

"What would she like?"

"Make her something fruity."

I sighed and looked at Nikki. "Hopefully, we won't be here long. I want to get back to the hotel."

"Chill, woman. You have plenty of nights to get laid. So let's have some fun, okay?"

The bartender handed us our drinks and smiled. "Have a fun time."

I saw Neron sitting at a table, waving at us. While heading to the table, my eyes were on the dance floor. I wanted to dance, so I looked at Nikki when we got to the table and set down our drinks. "Come on, let's go dance."

"Wait," Neron demanded. "I need to get a feel of the place before you two go off and quit your pouting." He pointed to the chair. "Sit."

Gunner finally found us and stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders. He leaned down, kissed my cheek, and reached for the glass sitting next to mine. "I take it this is mine?"

"Yes."

Nikki moved over and let Gunner sit. I looked at Gunner and twisted my lips. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," he said, sipping on his drink.

"Why did you let that guy beat the hell out of you like that? Now your face looks like you're some sort of battered victim."

"Reverse psychology," he smirked. "I wanted him to think he had me. It worked."

"I hated watching him do that to you. I hope you know that."

"I know you did. I saw the look on your face. And then, when I saw that officer talking to you, I knew he was threatening to kick you out. That's when I knew I had to up my game and take him down."

"I wanted to kill you myself for doing that," Neron hissed.

"I knew what I was doing."

"It's not the right way, Gunner. And you know it. It's kind of like cheating," Neron barked. "I didn't like your way of thinking and thought we would be spending the night in the hospital."

"And where are we now?" Gunner smiled, acting proud of what he did.

I was with Neron on this. Gunner should've handled the fight differently. In the first round, Gunner did great. In the second round, The Speedy Devil pounded the hell out of Gunner. And then, the way the third round started, I thought I would get sick. But when I saw Gunner come alive and show the devil he wasn't as good as he thought, I felt like I was Justin. I was excited, punching the air like I was fighting the guy myself, and I wanted to get inside the cage to help Gunner finish the guy.

I wanted to fight, and now I feel I could fight someone right now for some strange reason.

"Well, at least you won and fulfilled your promise to me."

I looked at Neron, and he was still scanning the club. So I rested my hand on his. "Well?"

"I see nothing unusual. If you and Nikki want to dance. Go ahead."

I looked at Gunner with the straw in my mouth. "Can Nikki and I go dance?"

Gunner didn't look thrilled I wanted to go out on a packed dance floor, but he nodded anyway. "We'll keep our eyes on the floor." He pointed at me. "But I will be adamant about this. If you see something fishy, get your asses off the floor immediately and come back here, okay?"

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