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“Fucking hell!” he grinds out, his entire abdomen caving as he shudders.
I’m not kind as I graze my teeth back up the shaft, sucking deeply and tonguing the underside of his shaft. Right at the top, I pucker my lips, whirling around the tip before I plummet back down, relaxing my throat, sending him past my gag reflex. My lips kiss the base of him, just pressing into the silky soft skin of his balls.
I sense his hand coming off the wheel to grab my head, and I make a sound, just a hum of “Nuh-uh-uh,” and he slaps his palm back onto the wheel with an exasperated growl.
A slow drag back out, and I wrap my fingers around him, slick with my spit. Each finger rolls in a wave as I stroke up, massaging as I pull up, squeezing harder on the way down. I follow each jerk with my puckered mouth, letting go each time to bury him to the hilt.
He’s shaking, legs clenched.
Every time he bottoms out, I feel a spasm of my own, a shiver of pleasure leaking out of me and soaking through my underwear.
The car bucks a couple of times, his foot spasming on the gas pedal.
“You’re going to be the death of us…”
“Mmm,” I hum as I speed up, ringing my thumb and forefinger around the throbbing base of his cock and squeezing hard.
“Dammit, let me touch you.” I comply, sticking my ass up in the air, hiking up my skirt so he can reach around. His palm spanks my ass before sliding down my crack, brushing across another very sensitive area before slipping around the ruined fabric. The tips of his fingers orbit the slick folds around my cunt, driving me wild.
“W–we’re almost there, I’m almost there, just?—”
I double down, bobbing and slurping from the middle up while I pump my fist in a brutal rhythm. His tight, gritty groan is my only warning before sticky, hot cum fills my mouth. “Hellena!” he bellows, unloading himself into my throat.
I glance up at him, watching him undulate and writhe in his seat, forcing his eyes to stay open and on the road as we careen along the mountain road at top speed.
With another moan and a twirl of my tongue, I suck down the rest of his exquisite cum, swallowing every drop of him. “Good thing I brought an extra pair of panties.”
The car slows right in time with his heaving chest, and I sit back, wiping my lips with one finger and sucking it clean. The helpless grin pulling at his mouth has me sweating, aching for my turn.
“You really are a demon, you know that?”
I lick my lips in response, watching his eyes simmer with desire. He sucks in a deep breath, calming himself down before looking out the window.
“Welcome to the Colosseum.”
“Holy shit, Evan,” I whisper, leaning down to take in the front of the edifice, just coming into view as we round the last bend into the expansive driveway. It arcs up around a fountain to the front steps, topped with a lifelike marble statue of an angel and a demon gripped in the throes of passion, of violence. It’s struggle, acquiescence.
It’s a glaring representation of Evan’s and my love affair, our tug of war.
“That’s…”
“Not exactly us. We were the inspiration. It represents the Sinful, the battle within to do evil or good.” He shrugs, like the entire spread of the building’s front isn’t an architectural masterpiece.
“Meaning that you…” I follow him out of the car as a valet swoops in to take Evan’s place, removing the vehicle.
“Commissioned it, just a few weeks ago. Amazing work, a fellow out of Italy who owed me a favor. A big favor. The rest has been in construction for a couple of years. It was a real challenge keeping it discreet. Of course, there’s nothing for miles out here.”
I stare up and up and up. It’s a modern Greek Parthenon.
Built into the side of a mountain.
“No one can see it from above, either drone or satellite,” he brags, his hands in his pockets. “This place is going to be the center of everything. Not only the ball. Private retreats, shows.”
Knowing Evan, there’s more. Other plans, huge plans.
Shadows cut him in a stark relief, like he’s one of the decorations, one of the sculptures. He’s beautiful. Especially when he’s in his element.
The sun is just starting to slip behind the mountains, dimming the alcove. Massive, underlit columns soar from the steps up into raw stone, framing windows, taller than any I’ve ever seen, at least four stories, an arched entrance in the center framed by statues and two hulking guards or doormen, dressed to match the gods holding up the doorway, wings extended behind them.
