Seduced by a SEAL

Chapter 21

I didn't know who threw the first punch, but suddenly my fist was slamming into her face while she sunk into my stomach. Blood pooled in her mouth as I gagged. We stumbled apart for a brief second to catch our breaths before diving back at each other, eyes narrowed in determination.

I dodged her fist and came up with my own; for a brief instant, her cerulean blue eyes widened before she managed to tilt her head back and slam it into mine. Stars burst in my vision but I shook it off, blinding throwing a sloppy kick.

She stepped back, easily evading the kick. "Is that all you got?" she crowed, smirking infuriatingly at me. I growled and threw myself at her, changing direction at the last minute.

My blood hummed in my veins as determination and anger took over.

She did not know who she was dealing with. I was a master fighter when it came to hands and feet and I kicked her right in the middle of the stomach but before I could hit flesh she moved away and then punched me in the ribs making me groan out loud. This girl was really good. I huffed out as I again stood straight and then looked at her, the auburn haired witch who had got a slight purplish hue on her right cheek and bleeding from her nose but she was still smirking at me. As if challenging me and I was goaded straight into the trap. The moment I launched myself at her she kicked me straight in my balls making me double over in pain and then she pulled my short hair and then kneed me in the nose making me bleed. Holy f**k!!

He threw his body weight behind the fist that edged closer to my face, it hit my jaw with such force blood pooled into my mouth. Pain erupted from the point of impact. With my own two hands I grasped his head in my hands and brought my knee cap up to his nose, there was a blunt crack and I released his dark haired head. Crimson leaked from both his nostrils and his nose was twisted right. He drew his fist back again and it ploughed into my stomach, it was like hitting a train head on. My guts smashed together, blood vessels bursting. Cassandra repaid this by punching his jaw, her fist collided with all my body weight. I continued this battering until he fell to the floor. His chest gently rose and sank with each shallow breath he drew in.

“Was that enough or you want more?” asked Cassandra as I lay on the ring in pain as it shot through my stomach and my upper body.

“You play dirty. And nasty as hell,” I choked out as I tried getting ahold of myself but she helped me up and said,’ When you are in the ring and you are weaker and smaller than the other opponent, you need to learn how to play dirty.”

“I have never seen a woman fight like you,” I said as I wiped of the blood of my nose with the back of my hand.

“Well like I said earlier, there are a lot of things which happen for the first time in someone’s life and I am glad that I could show you something new,” said Cassandra as she helped me up.

“I was expecting it to be a normal sparring. Not full on kickboxing match like that,” I said as I opened the bandages from my fists and she also did the same. I could see that she was hurt but it seemed that she was unfazed by it. Then suddenly I asked her something which I never thought I would find myself asking any woman, but still I did,” Are you a masochist by any chance?”

She looked up at me with a curious expression and then smiled,” It might seem so at the moment but no. Not at all. I don’t like to be hurt and I don’t hurt myself. Not under any circumstances.”

“But what I just witnessed at the moment, it is just something which is against that. I mean, I am not going to judge you for what your choices or preferences are but the next time we spar I might have to have my head in the game. You are an exceptional fighter. You have power and you have the stamina as well. If you are trained properly then you can do this professionally,” I told Cassandra as she opened her tank top without any hesitation and then looked at her abdomen where I had punched.

“This is going to make a nasty bruise,” she muttered as she pulled out a fresh top from the bag that was lying on the benches and then wore it.

“Where did you learn how to fight?” I asked curious to know that why would a psychiatrist know to fight like a street fighter.

“My Dad taught me how to fight when I was younger. He tried to get Serge to learn as well but he was more interested in clothes and designs and photography, so he let him be after a few years. Well so since I was the only one left I got to learn how to fight. Those were tough times,” said Cassandra as she chained up the upper of the track suit she was wearing.

“Parents have expectations from their children and they have a weird way of showing their love, that is for sure. But the skill you have learnt that is something you should not let go this easily,” I said as she turned in my direction and smiled.

“I just kicked your ass back in the ring and still you are saying that I am letting my skill go?” and she smiled making me feel like an i***t.

“Are we still on for that date that we spoke about?” I asked and this time she was surprised.

“I am still shocked that you would be still up for it after the beating you had,” said Cassandra and I replied,” And it is not every day that you meet a woman who is better than you when it comes to fighting. So I am not going to let this second chance go.”

“It is a date then,” she said with a smile.