Page 73 of Gladiator's Captive
Chapter Thirty-Four
Serena
A month later, I stood in the small kitchen of our new home, bringing out the ingredients I had purchased earlier. I loved cooking for Rager, preparing meals we enjoyed together in the early evenings. It had felt good to wander the market with Janet, walking slowly from stall to stall. Ry was still appointed as our bodyguard anytime we left the enforcers’ quarters, but the aura of danger and lawlessness was gone from Tartarus’ streets.
The city was still a nest of outlaws and escaped slaves, but it was slowly going back to its old true self. A home for those who had none, a haven for society’s unwanted.
Sayk as chancellor and Rager as his commander were transforming it. It wasn’t an easy work and it surely wasn’t going to happen overnight, but already the market felt safe and more people walked with smiles on their faces.
I twisted as the door opened and a wide smile spread on my lips as a broad figure, clad in the enforcer’s uniform, the badge of the commander on his chest, walked inside.
Even after all this time, the sight of him still took my breath away. The way the fur on his head moved ever so slightly, as though blown by the wind, the way his eyes shone with a fire from within every time they set on me. The way his lips pursed in a sexy grin as his eyes lowered to my breasts.
My body responded, my legs tightening and my mouth drying. I didn’t seem to be able to ever have enough of him.
“How was your day?” My question lingered in the air as Rager ignored it, stalking toward me, that wicked, sexy grin still on his lips.
“I’m not interested in talking about my day.” Rager stopped just in front of me, his hands coming to rest at my waist. The contact spread a devastation of hunger all over my body and my toes curled inside my shoes. “Not when you look like you do.”
“And how do I look like?” I flipped my head up, pushing my breasts against the silk of my dress. I flipped my tongue down on my lower lip and watched as the markings on Rager’s skin darkened and his green eyes flashed a shade deeper.
“Are you trying to seduce me, little girl?” His tone lowered, becoming closer to a growl. “Because I must warn you, this kind of behavior will not be tolerated.”
“Oh, really?” I smiled, then pushed myself up on the counter, pulling the hem of my dress high on my thighs as Rager’s eyes became heavy lidded. “And what will my punishment be?”
Rager growled, the sound low and animal. His hands lowered to my thighs, the contact like wildfire on my skin. He puckered the hem of my dress in his palm, then kneaded the soft, supple flesh.
“I have a mind to take you across my lap and to remind you who’s in charge here.” Rager growled again, the sound feral and heated. “What do you say to that?”
“I say I deserve it. Punish me.”
I purred as Rager’s mouth closed down my throat. He nipped and he licked all the way down to the top of my breasts. My entire body vibrated for him, waiting for his touch as he lifted me in his arms.
I didn’t protest as he took me to the bedroom, then undressed me slowly. As I lay across his lap, my pussy clenched and my breathing accelerated.
“Perfect.” Rager’s hand ran across my body, taking his time to savor every curve. “You are perfect for me.”
And I just knew that I could spend the rest of my life this way. Waiting for pleasure across Rager’s knees, my body and soul totally contented.
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The End