Stone erodes... the words struck at him. Everything Samandriel said was true. Carrick knew it. After centuries of domination and conquering, Sparta had eventually fallen because it refused to adapt to a changing world. He was no different. And yes... he was stone.
Rather than admit to the truth in Samandriel's words, Carrick only forced his mouth down over the slave's once more in another brutal, demanding kiss.
"Then I shall have to make sure that you remember me when your sky moves again."
He reached beneath Samandriel's erection and thrust a finger inside the slave's body, his movement sharp and careless. He wouldn't take the boy, not now. He intended to make the slave pay for those words, but until then he wold at least bring Samandriel to a shamefully desperate state of arousal.