Replay Book 9: Gladiator by Nia Farrell
Length 23,793 words. Release date February 1, 2018.
MMFMM BDSM Erotic Romance, interracial, international
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Greek-born Leda Giannopoulis is a wardrobe assistant at Replay BDSM theme resort where patrons roleplay in the past. Work interferes with participating in scenes, but it doesn’t stop her from fantasizing about being kidnapped. She never expected to be taken, let alone by the international, interracial cadre of four gladiators who live and train at Replay’s new Roman villa.
Sir Djiman is a bisexual Ethiopian personal trainer. Sir Marcus is an Italian photographer. German-born Lukas Arik Haas is a fitness model and aspiring author. Sir Antony, the bisexual Spanish swordmaster and leader of the group, warns her that life with them will be very demanding. Leda will be submitting to four Dominants with very different personalities. Two of them already seem at odds with each other. Leda hopes to be the tie that will bind them, but her kidnapping fantasy might prove to be the very thing that tears them apart.
This book deals with subjects that include bullying and unsolved murder and may contain triggers. An interracial, multicultural MMFMM BDSM ménage a cinco, written for Ages 18+.
EXCERPT:
“Does it turn you on, to imagine being taken against your will?”
“Yes.”
“And what about this?”
Quick as a ninja, Lukas shot up from the chaise, grabbed her forearms, and threw Leda onto it, following her down and pinning her in place with his body. He pulled her wrists above her head and manacled them in one hand. Thrusting his other five fingers under her skirt, he felt just how turned on she was. Her pussy lips were swollen. The crotch of her panties was sopping wet.
She moaned when he pressed against her clit.
God damn if that wasn’t one of the sexiest things he’d ever heard.
That voice of hers was like an aphrodisiac. Normally, he’d have her give him fellatio to take the edge off and fuck her longer. But if hard and fast got her off, he had no problem with that.
He slammed his mouth down on hers. Forcing her lips apart, he shoved his tongue inside to duel with hers, claiming her orifice above as thoroughly as he planned to claim those below. She whimpered into his mouth. He groaned, relishing the sound.
She tasted of citrus and spice and smelled like heaven, with the soft scent of peaches rising from her skin. Her body writhed beneath his, grinding against him in silent invitation.
Hooking his fingers in her panties, he ripped them off of her and tossed them aside. He managed to work the buttons of his Victorian-inspired steampunk pants open and freed his erection. It thumped against her belly. She twisted towards him, wanting more.
He gave it to her. Prying her legs apart with his knees, he wedged himself between her creamy thighs and sank his length inside her in one long, hard, meaty thrust that had her begging for more. Once he knew what she could handle, he cut loose, driving into her with the precision of a well-oiled machine, his body slamming into hers, again, and again, and again.
Author Nia Farrell 