Given to the Gladiator

I've been taken from my village, bound as a slave, and now I'm being thrown at the feet of the most deadly Gladiator in Roman history.
I belong to Kaeso Vinicius now.
I'm his prize.
He gets to do whatever he wants to me and there's nobody around to stop him.
I tremble as I look up at the largest man I've ever seen.
And the scariest.
He's so unlike the pretty-faced boys who chased me around the village.
He's rough-looking with scars all over and a hungry gleam in his dark possessive eyes, like he's about to devour me whole.
I did not picture my first time like this...
So, why is my body urging me to go to him?
Why am I not afraid, but excited?
Why is this brutish monster of a man saying he finally has something to fight for?
And why am I hoping it's me?

Romance