Page 11 of Urban Gladiator

“Did you think to ask for some clothing?”

“I did. But Bixby thought you wanted me here right away, and I didn’t want to disappoint my new overlord.” I smiled, enjoying his consternation.

“Bixby, find her some appropriate attire at once.”

“Right away, sir.” Bixby raced from the dining hall like he had a reaper after him.

I kept munching on the food. It was too good to pass up. And who knew if he would be this generous with food in the future?

Rowan sauntered over and took my plate away. He stared with a determined glint in his gaze. “I assume you think that was terribly clever, pushing my manservant that way.”

“It’s not my fault you ripped my clothing. If you’re intending to starve me, then don’t send him to my room. If you want me to eat in here, supply me with some clothing. It’s a simple solution.”

He hefted me into his arms like I weighed nothing. Rowan took a seat at the head of the table and laid me face down over his thighs. It positioned my butt at the right angle. His big palm connected with my rear with a loud crack. Pain sizzled along my backside, but I gritted my teeth. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt.

“I won’t accept insolence from a witch.” He peppered my behind with brutal swats. My butt burned.

“A witch you had no problem fucking. One you can’t seem to keep your hands off, I might add.”

He brutally gripped my hair and tilted my head back. “Let’s get one thing straight, you exist on my good grace. The moment you step out of line, I will punish you.”

“And? What else?” Anger welled up inside me. I slapped my shackled hands against his leg. My fury knew no bounds. I wanted to hurt him. It took everything inside me not to use my magic on him.

With a swiftness that stole my breath, he yanked and repositioned my body until I straddled his lap and we were face to face. “I’ll do whatever I want to you, whenever I want, and you have no say so in the matter.”

“Why? What did I ever do to you?” I shoved my palms against his chest. But he was solid, immovable.

“Witches killed my mother,” he snapped, his face an inch from mine.

“I did nothing of the sort. You’re making me pay for someone else’s crimes. Does that mean I should make you pay for killing my parents? It was your kind who killed them.”

His eyes flashed with anger and narrowed. “Then they deserved killing.”

Where did this guy get his ideas? “So my sister and I deserved to be raised with no parents simply because we’re witches?”

“The only good witch is a dead witch.” He shrugged, like that was explanation enough.

“So that’s your plan? To kill me?” When he didn’t say anything, I shoved at his chest again. But I should have saved my strength because it was like trying to move a mountain.

“Not today.”

“But one day. That’s your plan. Use my body and then kill me.” I tried getting off his lap, well aware that I was naked and he was fully clothed. Now that he’d washed the gore and sweat from his body, he was sinfully handsome. His inky hair had been tamed into a semblance of order. It was longer than the fashion, teasing his nape. And I wanted to run my fingers through it. With cheeks like razor blades and a strong, square jaw lined with dark stubble, I was shocked he didn’t have women lining up to bed him. And that was just his face. His body was simply drool-worthy.

His gaze drifted down my body, lighting me up like a full moon. Rowan gripped my waist and lifted me onto the table. With a firm palm, he shoved my torso back against the table and parted my thighs. He wasn’t gentle as he wrenched them wide open, putting my pussy on full display. Anyone could walk in here and see me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He was too strong. I couldn’t fight him unless I used my magic. And I didn’t want to play my hand yet.

He shot me an arched glare. “Eating.”

Then he shoved my thighs further apart and descended upon my pussy. He buried his mouth against me as he went to town on me. Shock bled into pleasure as my back arched. Oh my goddess, he had the longest tongue. But it felt different, even as my pleasure increased tenfold from his lapping flicks against my clit.

My eyes snapped open. It wasn’t a human tongue going to town on my pussy, but a wolf tongue.

Burying his dark head between my thighs, his ice-blue eyes glowed. He growled and shoved his tongue inside my pussy. The ecstasy arched my back. I would not give him the satisfaction of making me come. I wrapped the spell around myself to stave off the bliss.

The spell didn’t take away the pleasure; it only diluted its effects until the spell was lifted. And then my body would roar back to life with profound need, and I would take care of it myself.

Frustration marred his brow. “Come for me, damn you, witch.”

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