Page 59 of Gladiator's Captive
Rager’s long fingers curved around my hips, resting just on each side of my pussy, so close to my clit, just an inch from it. The barest touch would be enough.
I wriggled my hips despite Rager’s orders not to move, unable to stop myself. He only slammed into me harder, his grip on my hips firming to a bruising hold.
“No, you don’t get to come yet.”
More punishing blows from his rock-hard cock into my back entrance followed, the tight ring of muscle unable to fully adapt to Rager’s size and girth, burning and stretching each time. It was a sensory overload, pain and pleasure, desperation for release that wouldn’t come.
“Beg me.” The order came, harsh and stern. “Beg me to come.”
“Please, Rager,” I pleaded. “Please let me come.”
“Not enough.” Rager pounded into me a few more times, his balls moving all the way to tap against my pussy, the slight sensations adding to the torture.
“I’m going to die if you don’t let me come right now.” The sob left my lips as I tried to move my hips to increase the tapping of his balls against my pussy.
“Good.” There was a cruel edge to Rager’s voice and I just knew he had the same merciless smirk on his lips. “Because you belong to me, little girl. You belong to me and only me.”
His grip on my hips moved, his fingers sliding inside my thighs. One long digit pushed inside my greedy walls, filling me with sensations as his other fingers came to rest atop my clit.
He pinched it hard.
I screamed in pleasure as the orgasm washed over me, stronger than any sensations I ever felt, the continuous waves of rapture moving over me with an all-powerful strength. Rager pounded into my back hole one more time, then embedded himself as far as he could.
His seed spilled, hot inside me, almost burning.
Another wave of pleasure followed as Rager’s pinching of my clit turned to a rub.
I screamed and I screamed, helpless on the mattress with my wrists bound behind my back and my face in the blanket.
Then, long after, when my voice had died to a broken croak, Rager pulled out of me. He cradled me in his arms still bound, across his lap like an infant. His hand brushed my hair from my face as he looked down on me.
A few movements were all he needed to free my wrists. He brought them forward, rubbing the red marks from the white skin with a gentle touch. It was so tender, tears choked my throat as I looked at him.
When his green eyes lifted back to me, my heart stopped beating.
“I love you, Serena.” There was something fierce and primal in the way he said my name. A possessiveness that warmed my heart. “I love you like I never loved before. I forbid you to ever endanger yourself again. For my sake.”
“I love you, too.”
Rager nodded, then cradled me against his chest.
“We can’t leave without selling the necklace and we can’t stay, not with Wylder as your enemy. What are we going to do?”
There was a glint in Rager’s eyes made of violence and death. In this moment, he was not a gladiator anymore, but every bit the man he was before. The proud general leading men into battle, no matter the odds.
“We have a home in Tartarus, little girl. We’re going to fight to keep it.”
