Page 28 of Urban Gladiator

“Shoe fits. And from my perspective, you are. Witches aren’t the ones requiring a sacrifice four times a year.”

He momentarily scowled. But then his gaze traveled over my body. “Enough talking. Remove the dress or I will rip it off you.”

“Why? Planning on having your wolf fuck me again?”

His eyes hooded with dark desire. “Only if you behave.”

I had yet to comply with his request when he rose and stood before me. Leaning back in my seat, I arched a brow, in no mood to comply after today’s revelations. Although I wouldn’t fight him off either. My body turned liquid under his heated stare.

The flirtatious defiance would make it seem like I was being a good witch. When I intended to be a very bad witch indeed.

At my inaction, Rowan yanked me off the couch and flung me over his shoulder. I yelped when his palm came down on my rear, shivering as he carted me to the bed. He tossed me down on it and took a knee, following me down. He reached for the neckline of the blue dress, his claws extending from his fingers. Gripping the material, he shredded the dress down the center until it lay in tatters around me.

Gasping, I didn’t know why, but his roughness turned me on.

I hated this hold he had over me. Even though he deceived me and lied, I would give him the fuck of his life. So that he would look back on this moment and regret ever thinking he could kill me.

I rose, shedding the rest of the dress. Then I helped him disrobe. My hands caressed every inch of flesh as I drew his clothing off. He watched me through hooded eyes suffused with lust.

When he was naked, I shoved him onto his back.

He seemed to enjoy the way I’d taken control. I leaned over him. But I didn’t kiss his mouth. It was far too intimate. And I was worried I’d give away what I planned to do later tonight.

Instead of kissing his mouth, I took my time kissing and caressing his rock-hard body. He was all hard angles and sculpted muscles. He groaned when I flicked my tongue against the flat discs of his nipples. I nipped one before I headed further south.

Straddling his thighs, I gripped his shaft. His long, thick shaft that could shift and change into a huge wolf dick. Stroking him with my hand, I watched a drop of precum bead on the tip. I wanted to taste him. Wanted to make him believe I was having the time of my life bedding him every day.

And I was—until I learned of his betrayal.

This was a revenge fuck on my part. I wouldn’t let him touch my heart. Because it would be pathetic if I did something that stupid.

Lowering my mouth, I licked his cock from root to tip, circling my tongue around the head and lapping up the precum. His musky flavor hit my tongue like an aphrodisiac. Opening my mouth, I enveloped the head.

Rowan groaned. “Fuck, that’s it. Suck me with that hot little mouth.”

His abs flexed as I took him deep inside. I kept my eyes on his face as I bobbed my head up and down. His shaft strained my lips, and he was almost too much to take. But I wanted him writhing and hungry for me. I wanted him aching to fill me.

I deep-throated him on the next pass, taking all of him inside, past my gag reflex. A simple intonation and my gag reflex quieted, allowing me to take him even deeper.

“Ah fuck, Ember, that’s it.”

I did it a second and third time, until he was digging his hands into the bedding and shredding it. Then I lifted my mouth, shimmied my body up his, and positioned myself above his cock.

Gripping his length, I fit him at my entrance. Rowan grabbed my hips, his fingers digging in. He would surely leave bruises behind, but I didn’t care. I was too aroused at this point.

I thrust down, taking his enormous dick inside. But I only made it halfway.

“You can do better than that, witch. Take all of my cock.”

“When I’m good and ready, wolf boy,” I snarled.

He yanked me down. I moaned because it was so much dick. Pleasure bowed my back, and he cast a cocky smirk up at me.

Placing my hands against his chest, I worked my way up and down his giant cock. Each pass became easier as my body accepted his invasion. And then I leaned back, putting my hands on his thighs as I began to ride him.

“That’s it, fuck look at you, taking me so deep like a good witch.”

“Do you want me to be a bad witch?” I teased, undulating.

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