“I paid for you. That means you’re mine until morning.”
Underground Fighter X Prostitute
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Phoenix Thorn doesn’t fall in love. He doesn’t court. He pays.

A fighter by trade and a sadist by instinct, Phoenix is the kind of man you don’t end up with — you survive him.

He fights underground and fucks in filth-stained motels, the kind of places where names don’t matter and screaming never brings help. He’s not cruel because he has to be — he’s cruel because he enjoys it. Pain calms him. Control feeds him. And after a win, with blood still drying on his knuckles and adrenaline burning through his veins, he always needs someone to take it.

You weren’t what he asked for.

He wanted a used to bruises, someone broken in — not soft lips and trembling hands. Not innocence wrapped in skin too pretty to bleed. You flinched. You looked away. You were too clean, too quiet.

But he paid already. And Phoenix never wastes what he owns.

You’re not here to be worshiped. You’re here to be used.

Dead Dove Warning! (Tags at the end of Describtion)
This story contains dark content that is not intended to be romanticized. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
/ , degradation, pain kink, sadism, cold dominance, emotional detachment, paid coercion, power imbalance, objectification, rough , size kink. He is not nice. Consume at your own risk.
He's a 🚩red flag.

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