From Hell to Breakfast by Cynthia St. Aubin

Author:Cynthia St. Aubin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Oliver-Heber Books

Vinnie’s plan had not included collapsing into a puddle of hysterics the same second she freed herself from the demigod.

But that man…in that hat. She couldn’t contain herself, and the more she tried, the harder she laughed.

Under normal circumstances, Crixus would have made short work of the army of mimes who had converged upon him like a pack of rabid zebras. But it was proving exceptionally difficult for him to fend off the black and white-striped bodies when both of his hands were engaged in clutching the badger hat to his head.

His current strategy involved a lot of running and shin-kicking.

Vinnie had to bend at the waist and rest her hands on her knees to catch her breath. She pressed a hand against her abdominals. How long had it been since she laughed this hard? Decades? Centuries?

“That’s right,” she gasped between spasms. “You show them, gladiator.”

“Laugh it up, soul-sucker. When I get rid of these mute bastards, I’m going to finish what you started.”

“Whatever you say, Davey Crockett.”

A circle widened around him as the tourists decided what they were witnessing must be part of some elaborate show, despite Crixus’s attempts to convince them otherwise.

Somehow, the bronzed, beautiful man clutching his fur hat and screaming for help while being chased by mob of mimes failed to arouse the genuine concern required to bring him aid. The angrier he became, the more the spectators applauded.

“I’m a demigod!” Crixus having to scream this robbed the declaration of some of its cachet. “I fought in the Battle of Antioch! And Carthage!”

Vinnie whistled and the sea of painted faces turned in her direction. “Cinquecento euro e un pompino per l'uomo che ottiene il suo cappello.”

Five hundred euro and a blowjob to the man who gets his hat.

“Bitch!” the demigod shouted.

It was the last word he managed before his howls of rage were muffled by a pile of bodies. First the mimes, then men from the crowd, then the women attempting to drag their men out of the heap.

Despite the growing ache in her stomach and the lingering weakness in her limbs, Vinnie felt something like delight. The memory of his body pressed against her back. His cock stiff as her spine, silky in her hands. The feeling of arms around her, holding her against her will. His arrogance and ignorance.

Nothing in her memory had ever been so enraging.

Or erotic.

Never, in all her long years, had she been overpowered. Not once. Not by anyone.

When her painted savior had arrived, souvenir sword in hand, Vinnie’s first thought had been to incinerate him on the spot.

She had wanted Crixus to take her. In front of all those people whose faces she would have liked to fill with shock when she finally broke him and he drove into her with mindless abandon.

As they made the world their own.

But it was an idle fantasy. The kind of thing she had learned long ago not to think about. This world wasn’t for her. It never had been. Only stubborn pride and a damnable need to keep drawing breath kept her here.

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