“What the fuck?” Delilah mumbles behind me. When we get to the bottom, I realize what they are chanting.

“Rol-ly!”

“Rol-ly!”

“Rol-ly!”

“Holy shit, it’s fight club,” Delilah whispers excitedly. “It’s underground shit.”

A makeshift ring sits in the middle of the concrete room, with people standing all around it.

“Yeah,” I agree as I look past the crowd, trying to see.

My eyes go the ring where two men are already going at it. The once facing me looks like he’s taken a few punches as blood runs down his nose. He isn’t going to last another hit. He wobbles on his feet with his arms still up. His barrel chest rises and falls as he breathes hard, in and out. The crowd in front of me is making it hard to see, but Delilah and I push forward, both of us captivated by what’s happening.

The one with his back to us makes me pause my forward progress. Tattoos run along his muscled back and down both his giant arms. He’s freaking ripped. The dark lines that look like dragon scales make their way below the waist of his shorts, and for half a second I wonder just how low the tattoo goes. A light sheen of sweat covers his whole body, and I can’t pull my eyes away from him. He’s still bouncing on his feet, as if he could go for hours. He looks like a machine, and I feel a pulse between my legs as I watch him move. He’s a beast from behind, and I can almost feel the power rolling off him.

The crowd keep chanting. He does a little hop before he lands a left hook and takes the man down to the ground. The bleeding guy falls hard, and the crowd erupts around the two men.

“That was hot,” Delilah exclaims from behind me.

I nod in agreement, and just as I’m about to open my mouth, the fighter turns around.

My stomach drops as my gaze locks with Royce’s. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second, just before a cocky smile pulls at his lips. The ref, or whoever is calling the fight, comes over and raises one of his big meaty arms in the air. The crowd chants even louder, and I swear to God, Royce looks at me like he just won more than that fight. Like he just won the right to fuck me.

His eyes stay locked on mine, and I feel as if I’m frozen in place. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, because right now I’m more turned on than I have ever been in my entire life.

“God, he’s so hot. Think he’ll be in the bar upstairs when the fight’s over?” I hear a woman next to me say.

Then a very foreign feeling hits me. I drop my eyes from Royce, turning to look at Delilah.

“Crap. I forgot I have something to take care of,” I tell her. It’s the only thing I can come up with off the top of my head.