American Fighter by Veronica Cox & Cox Bundles

Author:Veronica Cox & Cox Bundles [Cox, Veronica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Erotica, Romantic, Short Stories & Anthologies, Short Stories, Romance, Multicultural, Single Authors, Multicultural & Interracial
Amazon: B00QBHY2MS
Published: 2014-11-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

“What’s your name, gladiator?” The feminine voice slid over him like a fine cloak and he put down his glass of wine. Lucius knew he’d had enough already at full strength, and he didn’t want to leave himself vulnerable to the other survivors.

“Lucius; and I am not a gladiator, not yet,” he stated as he turned toward the woman. He had more to say, but the words fled from his mind as his dark eyes settled upon her vibrant blue ones. Her hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back in straight locks, reflecting the light off the blonde shafts.

“You were in the arena. I know since I was there. Never mind that. My mistress has sent me to fetch you.” The woman nodded in the direction of the banquet table reserved for the wealthy, but Lucius was not interested. His eyes never left this slave who had dared to put her hand on his forearm. When she caught him looking at her slender fingers on his damp flesh, her cheeks turned ruddy. “My apologies, Lucius,” she uttered as she removed her hand.

“I’ve had too much wine to be of service to your mistress. You can tell her that.” He held up his goblet and smiled at her genuinely, suggestively before she went back to her mistress’ table and whispered in her ear. The woman the slave whispered to was of average height with dark hair and dark eyes that radiated sexuality, but Lucius was not in the mood for the likes of her.

He kept his gaze on the slave as she stepped back into the shadows, ready to be of service if she was needed. They made eye contact, and as the night wore on, Lucius sipped his watered down wine and made sure that he was more sober before he approached the slave. He let his body melt into the shadows where she stood and they slipped behind one of the marble pillars.

“We can’t do anything here, if that’s what you want,” she whispered to him in the dark. Lucius could feel her soft body as he pressed his hard thigh between hers. He could feel the warmth beneath her tunic of her arousal and leaned in to smell the rose water she had used on her hair.

“Oh, it’s what I want, and I hear say that women do not turn down gladiators,” he whispered back as he wrapped one of his hands in her hair. They were a mere twenty-five feet away from the table where her mistress currently dined. If either one of them were caught, the slave would pay for the indiscretion.

“You said you were not a gladiator yet,” she retorted, but her head snapped back as he tightened his grip in her hair and her breath quickened. Lucius knew it was willing lips he took with his, but when her tongue parted his rough lips and darted to take a taste, his knees weakened and his grip loosened.

There were the sounds of moans in the shadows as some of the other gladiators took pleasure in what was offered to them.

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