Rage Of The Gladiators Novels & Stories

But when I pulled back, he looked like he was fighting himself. "You're insane," he said softly. "But…" "What?" He shifted beneath me, and I felt his arousal press hard against my bare heat. The friction was electrifying. "I'm still angry," he confessed, shutting his eyes like the fury was still roaring its ugly head inside him. "I can't think straight." I moved my hips, grinding harder against his dick. "Well then", I said, sticking out my tongue and licking the side of his face as I hiked my gown up.

"Layla too! She kept fanning the flames in the group chat!" Within seconds, everyone in the room turned on Keira and Layla. "You traitors—cowards!" Keira trembled with rage, pointing at those who had turned against her. "You guys said you'd stick with me yesterday! How dare you betray me now!" Layla collapsed in her chair, her face pale, unable to say a word. I waited until their shouting had mostly subsided, then tapped on the table. "Quiet." The conference room went silent. Everyone's eyes were on me, fearful, pleading, as if seeking mercy.

And why? — You're a jerk, Caccini! You offended me just because I wanted to repay what you did for me! Why the fuck were you bleeding like that? — I exclaimed in a tone that the words scratched my throat. — Who can get beaten up so much in a single night? Who comes back from the dead and is already looking to die again? Boston isn't even that dangerous to take a on any street corner! Despite the questions, I didn't expect an answer. He didn't owe me, it was more of a vent.

Rage was running his veins like a lava which was ready to burn the whole world. He stood up suddenly, pushing the chair with a great force and his friends looked at him. They could sense the change of demeanour in Killian. Killian's eyes turned bloodshot as he recalled how that whore slapped him in front of everyone. She fucking insulted him in front of everyone. No no dared to raise their eyes at him and this fucking bitch raised her hand at him. Rage took over and he punched the window in frustration, the glass broke and some of its pieces pierced inside his skin. Deep red blood flowed down his palm but he didn't feel any pain. His heart was burning in agony and he wanted to burn Amara in

But one fact was known, if Rachel was going to fight with Julius Cesar, her suckers were forbidden to interfere for or against her, and the same was true for Brenda and her lord. Nightfall fell with heavy rain, strong winds and lightning ripping through the black sky to rival the fight already underway as in the days of the gladiators in Rome, on the stony beach beside the castle between Rachel and Julius Caesar with the audience on the rocks. Without further ado Rachel 'armed' herself with her powers and jumped on Julius Cear who was already expecting the attack, then grabbed her by the wrists, growled angrily, and spun her around in a pirouette before throwing her against the rocks. And wi

The crowd cheered as he stepped into the makeshift arena, his eyes scanning the other gladiators. His first opponent was a wiry, muscular man with a thick cock that hung heavy between his legs. They circled each other, their cocks throbbing with anticipation. Lucious lunged forward, grabbing the man by the waist and slamming him to the ground. They grappled and writhed, their bodies slick with sweat, their cocks rubbing against each other.

Then, his attention snapped to the arena—drawn instantly to the fight between the murmillo and the thracian—both gladiators—as he sat down. The air reverberated with a deafening crash as the two gladiators’ weapons collided, the sound of shattering steel echoing through the arena. BOOM BOOM BOOM He couldn’t help but shout—momentarily forgetting Caligula, who was supposed to be trailing behind them. Asprenas cheered, immediately joining the roaring crowd. His blood surged with excitement. Then the fast-moving thracian stepped back, danced around the heavy, sturdy shield of the murmillo, looking for a way to attack.

They did not look intimidated by any means and only sneered at her in return. “So you have broken the laws again. This time there will be punishment!” another of the Elders said, followed by a chorus of “Yes” from the Elders and the crowd that had formed around her. Meera glanced around herself, spotting the stronger guards that formed the defense team of Hades. They were going to attack her. But she would win, she decided. “Come at me, if you even have the guts,” she finally said, giving a daring smile that presented a challenge to the people.

Now he was always scolding, showing every indication of contempt and watching her every move with an appraising eye. “So you won’t forgive me?” she asked, giving a callous smile, “You came here just to aggravate me? You think you can scare me?” Her tone had changed. “I am not here to scare, but like I said, just to declare what is about to befall you. What you have committed is a great evil. And that would be paid for in full measure. I will not put up with your madness any longer. You will be relieved of your membership in this clan. For nothing can atone for your sins.” His voice was quiet but fatally sincere.

Only now did I realize the torrent of affection in their gazes. The commotion continued. Suddenly, a staff member shouted, “A driver went off the track and fell into the sea! They’ve not been rescued yet.” Some dissatisfied fans near me sneered, “Could it be Lewis? He hasn’t shown up yet.” Hearing this, Alanna froze mid-pose. … Rally racing was, after all, a dangerous sport, where crashes and fatalities were never unexpected.