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severe. Blood still trickled from a cut on his cheek and abrasions
    on various parts of his body. The heady scent of sweat and blood teased Andreas‟s
    nose.
    “What do you want? Bet you like it rough.”
    It was Andreas‟s turn to be silent. He was speechless. His cock throbbed, so
    engorged he felt it might explode in his expensive real-silk briefs.
    Jabez continued to move forward, a slow saunter like his approach toward his
    enemy in the ring. The closer he got, the bigger he looked. It had been impossible to get
    a true reading of his height, the breadth of his shoulders, the power coiled in his
    muscles through the image-viewer lens.
    He’s going to kill me! Before I can call for help, he’s going to tear my head off . Terror
    pumped adrenaline through Andreas‟s system, and he took a step backward.
    At his movement, Jabez struck like the snake Andreas had dubbed him. He seized
    Andreas by the throat and pinned him up against the door. He towered over him,
    glaring down into his face, his hot breath puffing against his mouth. “Like it a little
    scary too, I reckon.”
    The man was right. Andreas swallowed beneath the hand gripping his neck,
    scared shitless but completely turned on. Every cell in his body felt electrified, alive in a
    way he‟d never felt before. It was only adrenaline and lust, yet it felt like more than
    that. He could swear some kind of vibration poured from Jabez‟s hand into his body.
    Dark spots spun in his vision, not from being choked—the hand on his windpipe
    wasn‟t all that crushing—but because he‟d forgotten to breathe. Jabez released his
    throat but kept him trapped against the door with the length of his body. Waves of heat
    pulsated between them. Jabez gave a little grind with his hips, rubbing against
    Andreas‟s erection and making him groan. Andreas closed his eyes and parted his lips,
    reaching for a kiss. He felt the heat of the other man‟s breath, moist and close. Any
    second now their lips would touch.
    Then, just as quickly as he‟d pinned Andreas, the gladiator stepped back and let
    him drop onto his feet.
    Andreas‟s eyes opened to meet Jabez‟s hard gaze. The man‟s eyes were narrowed,
    angry, and Andreas could finally see their color as a shaft of light struck them—blue,
    although right now they were so dark they appeared almost black.
    “Is that what you want?” The man spat the words like hard pellets.
    Shame flooded through him at the tone and the look. Was this the way a client
    was supposed to be treated? Jabez was quickly losing any tip he might have earned
    from their encounter.
    “I told you. My friend paid for it. I didn‟t expect…” Andreas shut his lips tight as
    he reminded himself he need make no apology to this man. It was part of his job. “If

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    you don‟t feel like fucking, that‟s fine.” He made his voice cool and much calmer than
    he felt inside.
    “Maybe I don‟t.” The big arms crossed over his slab of a chest, and the fighter
    resumed his imitation of a statue.
    Andreas swept his gaze the length of the man‟s body and noticed his erection
    beneath the black fabric of his briefs. Despite his nonchalance, Jabez was aroused from
    their encounter too. The knowledge made him feel better, cockier, and a lot less
    ashamed. He folded his own arms and stared back.
    “I guess it would be a pain to have to have sex with people when you‟re not in the
    mood. Part of your job, though, right? You guys get some kind of commission?”
    The other man‟s lip curled in scorn, as if he couldn‟t believe the idiocy of the
    question. “No, we work off our indenture—unless we die first.”
    Andreas frowned. “What are you indentured for?”
    Jabez‟s laughter was a harsh, humorless bark. “Whatever trumped-up reason they
    can come up with. On this planet it ain‟t too hard to lock a man up for just about
    anything.” He dropped his gaze to Andreas‟s pants and changed the subject. “So what
    do you want?