But I wasn’t. “You don’t have to bury your love for me,” said Lucifer, stroking my wet cheek. “I thought love was a divine emotion… a Go...ly—” “No.” He frowned, shaking his head. “Do not bring Him into this.” “I’m sorry.” My heart was racing as I began to tear up. “Are you afraid of me?” “Sometimes,” I murmured. “Please ignore all the lies they have spread about me. There is no need for you to fear me. You know who I am.” He placed the softest kiss on my forehead and even though his kiss. ”Gifting him with a smile, Maeve said, “I am Maeve, and I liked what you whistled and sang before. Is there more like that?”“Maeve, is it now? And well-named you are, for merely the sight of you could intoxicate a man. As for the music before, why that was just me larkin’ about, wasn’t it? But sit you there, and I’ll sing to you of a man and a maid.”And Niall did sing of courting, and of love, and Maeve did find her heart melting. They talked, and he sang, and the day slipped away, until the. He walked up and helped her remove the bags from her hands and set them where she always did when she came home. The air was filled with the wonderful scent of hot beef stew, fresh baked bread, and scented candles making her stomach growl. She loved his cooking and looked forward a nice meal after her shot. He took her into his arms and kissed her with a deep passion as only he could. It was the kind of kiss that warmed her loins, dampened her pussy, and hardened her nipples. It was his. It took almost a week of backtracking and interrogation and torture to piece together what had happened. Caesar’s brows knitted incredulously. Two young women had done all of this damage? He snorted. Best to forget all about this embarrassment. They would probably never hear from Brigida Calista and Diana Aureliana again. No sense in expending the resources of the Roman Republic to run down two female gladiators.Less than two years later, Caesar would wish he had taken the time to run down two.