Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
I pursed my lips. “I don’t fear the darkness that lurks behind Nestore’s face.”
Savio scoffed, then looked at Fabiano. He mouthed, “Crazy.” Maybe he was right. Perhaps I was as messed up as Nestore. Maybe I had been all along. Perhaps my running had been an attempt to escape myself as much as Nestore’s darkness.
Amelia’s relief was palpable when we returned to Los Angeles. I didn’t fear Remo as she did, nor did I mind his or Nino’s presence, but I, too, was a creature of habit and preferred to be in my own territory.
I had made special plans for the night of our return to our home. The thought of it had carried me through my fights.
One more first to claim. Years of imagining this very moment would finally become reality.
I stitched myself up quickly before I led Amelia toward the rotunda with the fighting pit at the end of the premises.
I had ignored her questions, and she’d eventually given up. She followed me with a look of wariness, but I also caught the gleam of excitement in her blue eyes.
Silence filled the ranks of the amphitheater as I led Amelia down to where our seats were.
We were alone. This was a spectacle only for Amelia and me. “Kneel,” I told her when we arrived in the loge. She glanced down at the fighters in the pit who waited for my command to begin. Their attention was directed to the ground.
“They can’t see you, and even if they did, both of them will be dead by the end of the night.”
She frowned.
“The winner of this fight will face me as the last fight of the evening. Killing me is his only ticket to freedom.”
Her eyes grew wide as her gaze darted between the two fighters and me. “Why would you risk your life? You’re still injured.”
“I’m not risking my life. I’ll win. But first, I want to enjoy myself, and you.” I smirked. “Now kneel.”
Her eyes flashed with indignation and lust, even if she probably would deny the latter. She sank to her knees, stubborn gaze locked on me. I sank into my plush armchair and spread my legs.
“Begin!” I called. The fighters’ heads jerked up, and they rushed toward each other with martial screams. Tearing my eyes away from them and toward the beautiful woman kneeling at my feet, I pulled down my zipper and extracted my cock. I curled my fingers around Amelia’s neck and dragged her closer. She resisted at first, but then she allowed me to move her forward. My tip brushed over her lush lips, covering them with my precum. The sight tightened my balls with lust. With her challenging gaze on me, she licked my cum off, and her tongue darted across my tip as she did, making me gasp.
“No teasing,” I growled, tightening my hold on her neck. With gentle pressure, I eased her head down so my cock slid into her mouth. She gagged when I hit the back of her throat. I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “Take me deeper. You were made for me. You can take it.”
She loosened her jaw, and I felt her relax around me. She gripped my thighs in a tight grip as I eased more of my cock into her mouth. I groaned, my head falling back when I filled her entirely, and my balls pressed against her chin. I didn’t move, only relished the sensations. When I opened my eyes, Amelia panted around my cock, her gaze locked on my face.
The fighters groaned and gasped as their swords clanged against each other, but my eyes remained on my beautiful wife. “Move.”
She moved back. “More,” I encouraged until only my tip rested on her tongue. “Now take me back in.”
I watched my cock sliding in and out of her mouth for a while before a harsh cry drew my attention to the pit below.
Beneath us, blood spilled as one fighter cut the other’s thigh open with one swipe of the blade. My cock twitched in Amelia’s mouth, but I didn’t spill into her yet. I had seen too much blood in my life. It barely excited me anymore, not like the sight of Amelia at my feet, struggling to breathe past my cock as my length filled her. I gripped her ponytail and stilled her movements. “My turn,” I said. I thrust upward once, not as deep as I wanted yet, but to warm her. My next thrust hit deeper and harder, and she gagged. She glared up at me with watering eyes, and I tightened my hold on her ponytail, really sinking my fingers in to keep her under control. Thrusting up didn’t have the desired effect, so I shoved her head down so she took even more of my cock. She coughed and choked but kept up the rhythm. My balls tightened. The injured fighter landed a hard punch, then shoved his blade into the other’s belly. I smiled. Deadly stab. I lowered my gaze to Amelia, no longer interested in the fight. I moved her head fast, my cock hitting the back of her throat over and over again, and as the last gurgles died down below us, my balls exploded, and I spurted my cum down Amelia’s throat.