When I straighten, I feel light-headed. I walk around to his front and straddle his lap. Between my legs, his erection is enormous.
Scratching my nails lightly over his shoulders, I whisper, “You’re the most gorgeous gladiator I’ve ever seen. So strong. Look at all these beautiful muscles.”
He leans forward, blindly hunting for my mouth. I give it to him, thrilling at the animal sound he makes when our lips meet. We kiss deeply, until my nipples are aching for his mouth and the throbbing between my legs is unbearable.
I stand, unzip my dress, and shimmy out of it. I remove my panties and kick off my heels. Then I kneel down in front of Quinn and unbuckle his belt.
When I’ve got his zipper down, his hard cock is proudly jutting out from the top of his briefs.
“Ooh, gladiator. You’re as talented as I’ve heard.”
I spread my hands over his thighs and lick the engorged crown.
He moans, flexing his hips. All the muscles in his stomach clench.
I take his cock in both hands and lick it all over, swirling my head around the crown and sucking on it, then trailing my tongue up and down the pulsing vein underneath. When I’ve got him good and slick, I straddle him again, pressing my bare breasts against his chest.
His hard cock is trapped between us, wedged in my wet folds. I slide back and forth on it, barely moving my hips.
He says through gritted teeth, “More. Inside.”
Kissing his neck, I smile. “You’re not in charge here. You’re a prisoner, remember?”
“Fuck.”
Flexing my hips back and forth, I take his face in my hands and guide his mouth to my breast. He latches onto a nipple with a sound of relief, sucking so hard, his cheeks hollow.
“That’s so good,” I whisper, threading my fingers into his hair. “I love your mouth.”
I give him my other breast and he does the same thing, licking and sucking greedily. Every pull of his lips is an arrow of pleasure shot down to my pussy. I’m so wet, the friction so delicious, I moan as I glide back and forth over the length of his rigid cock.
I say breathlessly, “I think I should go, Maximus. This is a dangerous plan. If we’re found out, my husband will kill me.”
He snarls, “I’ll kill your husband before he finds out. Then we can be together.”
“But you’re locked up in this dungeon!”
“Not for long. Now take my big fucking gladiator dick inside your pretty high-class cunt and ride it until I give you what you came for.”
Laughing in euphoria, I dig my nails into his shoulders and sink down onto his giant cock.
He thrusts up into me with a grunt, making my breasts bounce. Balancing on my toes and holding on to his shoulders, I slide up and down on his shaft, my hard nipples skimming his chest, until we’re both moaning loudly.
Panting, he says, “Are you ready to take my cum?”
“Yes! Give it to me!”
He grabs my hips and pulls me down as he thrusts up, swearing and jerking so hard, the chair jumps.
I feel him spill himself deep inside me. I follow him over the edge into oblivion, convulsing around him as I helplessly cry out his name.
“Take it, baby,” he commands hotly into my ear. “Be a good girl and take every fucking drop.”
A wave of emotion overtakes me. I sob and lower my head, hiding my face in his neck. He slides his hands up my back and holds me as he grinds himself into me, growling in pleasure, my mobster who let me blindfold him and played such a wonderful gladiator.
I think I might actually like this bachelor pad after all.
38
Rey
We spend the night there. We act out two more scenes from the book. I decline to participate in one scene Quinn found particularly fascinating, where the gladiator demonstrates exactly how the title of the novel was inspired.
I prefer not to have an ejaculate facial, thank you very much. My skin is quite moisturized already.
In the morning, I make breakfast from the single overripe avocado on the counter, the three eggs in the fridge of indeterminate age, and the loaf of sourdough bread in the pantry, half of which is moldy. I throw out the worst and pick off a few spots from the other pieces, then fry them up with butter in a pan.
“Avocado toast with fried eggs,” I say to Quinn, who’s sitting shirtless at the kitchen island. “It’s possible it will kill you. When was the last time you went shopping?”
“For food?”
“No, for uranium.”
“I usually eat out.”
“Ah. You and Declan must have big restaurant bills.”
“Oh, aye. We’ve got big…bills.” He grins, biting into his toast.
“Grow up.”
“You love it, viper.”
I do, but I won’t admit it. It will only encourage him.
His cell phone rings. Still grinning at me, he digs it out of his pants pocket and answers.
“Hullo.” He listens for a moment, then glances up at me. “We’ll be right over.”
When he disconnects, I say, “Who was that?”
“Declan. He’s got news about the breakin. Says you’ll want to hear it in person.”
We shower and change clothes, then head out to the palace Declan calls home. As soon as we’re seated in his office, Declan says, “Before we get down to business, Sloane made me promise to make another date for supper with you. So let’s work that out.”
“Oh. Supper.”
I glance at Quinn, sitting beside me with a bland smile. His digestive tract is probably more prepared to deal with Sloane’s culinary adventures than mine is, having most likely been subjected to them before.
“Actually, let’s back up a sec. Let’s talk about your promises.”
Declan lifts his brows.
Quinn warns, “Reyna.”
I smile at both of them and go right ahead with what I was going to say. “We need to remove the section in the contract about Stavros.”
Declan leans back in his chair and folds his hands over his stomach. He drawls, “Do we now.”
“Yes. And please don’t be patronizing. That’s literally my least favorite thing.”
He glances at Quinn, who looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than in this room, then looks back at me. “The contract has already been signed.”
“But it doesn’t take effect until my dear husband here and I have both signed a wedding license and filed it with the county clerk. Until then, it’s just a bunch of paper.”
When Declan draws down his dark brows and glowers at me, I say innocently, “Or am I incorrect?”
Quinn’s sigh is heavy.
Declan gazes at me with a calculated look in his icy blue eyes. I’m sure if I were a man, he’d be terribly frightening, but right now, all I’m feeling is determined.
I want that section out of the contract, and I want to negotiate some better terms for my side, and I’m not leaving this office until both of those things are done.
“Look. Either you take that section out, or I’ll tell Sloane it’s in there. Your choice.”
In a clipped tone, Declan says, “I could just cancel the whole bloody thing.”
So he wants to play dirty. Well, I’m up for that.
I sit back in my chair, cross my legs, and shrug. “Okay by me.”