Page 68 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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Aurei

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At the end of the tour, I lead her to the grass spectator area. She sits, listening attentively to the architectural details, and absorbs it all as I share the ancient lifestyle.

She grins up at me, and I ask. "What?"

"I was just thinking how fucking ferocious you would look in a Roman Soldier's helmet."

I grin, knowing how she will respond. "You weren't listening?"

"I heard every glorious word, but the atmosphere here has my imagination visualizing how awesome you would have been in those times. I want to hear more about your home training."

I laugh, "I'm not going to get away without explaining, am I?"

"Absofuckinglutely NO! You are not." She laughs with me.

"Antonio and I played Gladiators until we were 8. We would pretend, and we were careful at first, but then." I look away. "He struck me too hard, and I got pissed." I look back with a sheepish smile and try to leave it there. It's not something I'm proud of.

"And?" She wants the details.

I roll my eyes. "And ... I beat the shit out of him."

"Oh," she smirks.

"Yeah. I'm not proud of it, but he took a cheap shot because he was losing, and I punished him.

When we returned to the house, he was bloody, and I was clean.

No one asked any questions. They took him in, cleaned him up, put ice on his bruises, and told us to report to the arena for training the next day.

" I look away again, remembering. I sit down next to her and lean forward, resting my forearms on my knees.

She hooks her hand on my bicep. "I love this muscle. It's so plump and round."

"Like your tits." I look at her melons and grin.

She bumps me playfully. "Yeah. Something like that."

I look back out over the arena area, and she rests her face on my shoulder as she caresses my bicep. "The next day.... What happened?"

"We were told to bring our horses to the arena. When we got there, Augustus was waiting on us. He gave us a speech about our ancestry and the Roman Legions that conquered their world. I don't remember everything he said, but he quoted Julius Caesar's Divide et impera,' which is Latin for?"

"Divide and Conquer," she answers.

"He told us the Roman soldiers were dedicated and disciplined.

They fought not for honor but to win, which gives you honor.

He made a powerful, compelling speech, especially to two impressionable kids.

Then he told us if we agreed to the training, he would teach us horsemanship, long sword fighting, short sword, and hand to hand combat.

Neither of us hesitated. We both agreed, then he forbid us from fighting each other outside the arena.

Inside we trained and fought, but we knew we were working for each other, not against each other.

We became like brothers. Antonio would die for me and I for him. "

She's quiet for a few minutes, then she asks, "So the fights you got in at school? You were already in training?"

"No. I didn't need the training to win fights. I needed training not to get in fights. In school, I kicked everybody's ass. There was hardly ever a scratch on me other than bloody knuckles, so when I was called into the Principal's office, I was suspended."

"So you're a badass then?"

"I don't know about that, but I'm not afraid."

"Brutus is gonna like you."

I chuckle. "That would be a plus."

"Why were you fighting in school?"

"Ann was being bullied."

"Oh. You've been a hero your whole life, haven't you?" She squeezes my bicep. Then she kisses my arm. I roll my hand over, and she slides her fingers inside, bonding us. She says softly, "Let's find a quiet spot to explore. I'm feeling suddenly very needy."

Her need for me stirs the feelings in my heart. Somehow she managed to breach the barrier I had erected, and I'm so thankful she did. She satisfies my sexual needs, but more importantly, she fills my empty heart. I need the deep calm and peace we give each other.

She squeezes my hand. We complete each other.

"Yes. Let's." I pull her to her feet and lead her back to the stadium walls, where the partially enclosed box seats are, to the one on the end.

Then I grip her ass, pulling her to me as I back into the corner.

"So ... what if I told you I have a Roman Soldier's helmet?

" When my eyes touch hers, I agree. My lips graze hers.

She leans back, and the excitement in her eyes makes my dick thump. "Oh fuck! Yes!" She purrs.

"What does that do to you?" I nuzzle her face.

"It makes me wet for you," Her eyes shine into mine.

"What if I told you it has a red plume?"

"That makes my pussy drool for you!"

"Drooling pussy?" My fingers slip inside her thighs and tickle, teasing her skin, softly strumming the sensitive area.

"What if I told you it was gold plated?" My mouth nibbles her ear, then I nip the earlobe and suck it.

Her knees buckle. "That makes my pussy salivate for you!"

"Salivating pussy? Really?" I breathe heavily on her cheek as my fingers start working upward. When I arrive, I slide them deep between her legs, rubbing her wet slit, then I draw them out. "What if I told you I have the whole leather uniform to match?"

"That makes the flood gates open."

I lean in, scratching her cheek with my whiskers, then tickling her lips as I caress her face with mine.

I slowly nibble my way to her lips. Then I kiss in that soft, firm way that makes her melt.

Her breath hangs in her throat as I suck her bottom lip, softly grip her inner thigh with one hand, and slowly slide the other down to the hem of her skirt.

When I curl all my fingers up to strum her, I nibble her lips and command her. "Breathe, Baby Thang."

She whispers, "Who needs air when I have you?"

God, this woman! My fingers dig deep as I seize control of her. Her hands grip my shirt as she gives me what I desire most—her submission. My lips devour her, hard and rough, as my tongue and fingers dive deep, searching for her wildness.

We kiss like there is only this moment in time. Her body tenses to orgasm from our passion, grinding my rock-hard rod into her Lovers Heart.

Then I hear a couple approaching, talking, and I let her go, covering her mouth with my hand, stifling any protest. I try to stand up to look, but her grip on my shirt holds me to her.

She's not giving up an orgasm that easily.

I grin a sideways grin, listening to their conversation, analyzing where they are, and whispers in her ear.

"And what if I told you there is a matching sword? "

"And shield?" She asks as she tenses again, wanting release.

"Yes, and shield … with a red cape."

She breathes, "Sweet Zeus! Aurelius! That visual!" She closes her eyes, and I kiss them with little butterfly kisses. Holding off her orgasm until the couple walks away.

When the couple meanders off, my fingers slide across her clit to her pussy then I curl them in her. "Damn, you are soaked. I love that I make you flood like this." I stroke her, in and out, circling the edges, teasing her clit.

Like a cat, she latches onto me, trying to force my hand inside her, but I deny her, making her wait. Her eyes bore into mine. "Don't tease me, Aurei! I need you now."

I cover her mouth again. "Shhh, I know. I need you too." I whisper, standing to unleash my beast. As soon as my cock springs free, she tries to mount it, but I lift her hips to my abs, then step to the wall where I pin her.

"Easy, Wild Thang. The coast is not clear yet." I slide my cock between her legs, stroking the length along her lips, massaging her from her ass to her clit and back. She moans, enjoying it, but I know her soaked pussy is aching and demanding to be fucked.

She sinks her fingernails into my back and whispers, "Fuck me!" Then she growls, and though it sounds menacing, I smile at her.

"Ah, my sexy Kitten Thang has returned."

"HISS!"

"Someone might see," I warn her. "I won't take the chance."

She shakes her head. "It won't take me long to get off."

I chuckle, knowing that's true for her, but I'm the one who won't be able to stop. "Right now, we just look like we are making out. But if I penetrate you, it will be obvious we are fucking."

"I don't care!"

"But I do." My eyes bore into hers.

She squirms, "Then stop!"

Damn. I confess, "I like it when you squirm."

She bites my lip and squirms harder. "Stop!"

"No." I dip my knees to steady us, and we align. She squirms again, pushing me away. "Fuck it!" I thrust hard, parting her legs, blasting into her pussy. We both moan loud. "AH!"

"That's good. Thank you."

"You know I can't resist you. But keep watch for spying eyes."

"I have a perfect view. Go, Baby, Go! No one is coming, but I need to."

Gripping both her butt cheeks, I withdraw my cock, then thrust in a frenzy.

Our heads are tight together, and she hunches to my rhythm.

With each thrust, I bury the hilt into her depth as my hands pull her hips to me, and when I push her away, and my cock withdraws, she flexes, arching her back, extending the movement to perfection.

The first time is magical, and we moan that passionate moan lovers share when it feels so good you can't hold it in.

Then like a well-oiled machine, our fucking motions sync.

Then she twerks on my tip, and I nearly drop her.

It feels so good. I thrust inside her to stop the sensation.

I don't want to cum yet. But when I push her away, she adds it again, and I hold her there, letting her tease me, letting her drive us both crazy.

Then I slam into her and fuck her fast, bouncing her on my cock.

"Ah! Go, Baby, go!" She encourages me. I pump her up and down, fast and furious.

"I'm close, Siri." I strain, holding on, trying not to explode until she does.

"Me too, Baby. Give it to me!"

I hammer her against the wall and latch my mouth on hers to prevent us from screaming with ecstasy as I shoot her full of my semen, and she cums all over me.