“Stop squirming.” Kahn growled his order, feeling your body squirm on top of his for the third time within the past five minutes.

“It is not ideal to be sitting on my husbands lap in front of thousands in the colosseum.” You whispered. Your words only made Kahn chuckle, then he placed a hand on your thigh.

“Either you stop. Or I won’t hesitate to spread those little legs of yours, and show everyone who you really are behind closed doors, my beloved.”