Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Fuck, I can’t think about that.
She’s smart. She won’t do anything dangerous. After the media frenzy that’s followed us around since I became Hephaestus, she has to know better than to be caught out alone. The reporters and paparazzi are unrelenting. I don’t know how these fuckers live like this.
Pandora isn’t part of Minos’s plan, which means she’s expendable in his eyes. Or she would be if her safety wasn’t so fucking important to me. He’ll have a security detail on her. He promised.
“Problem, Husband?”
Godsdamn it, but I can’t afford to think about Pandora right now. She’ll make it through the night and I’ll clean up any mess tomorrow. Right now, I need to focus on the danger closer at hand.
My wife.
It feels unbearably intimate to grab that ridiculous zipper and drag it slowly down the line of Aphrodite’s spine. The fabric parts, revealing smooth pale skin unmarred by scars. It’s nice to be an Olympian princess, apparently.
The dress slithers off her, and she makes no move to stop it. She’s wearing a pair of white lace panties beneath it and nothing else. Aphrodite turns to face me and leans against the dresser. “Your turn.”
I’ve never found the sweet, shy virginal thing particularly attractive, but her brazen attitude still sets me back on my heels. She’s been driving this encounter from the beginning. The wedding was all her doing, right down to the little details. And now this.
I’m fucking done.
“We do this my way.” I close the distance between us, pinning her between me and the dresser. She’s still wearing her heels, and fuck if it doesn’t irritate me beyond all reason to have her face even with mine.
Maybe that’s why I kiss her. It’s pure instinct, wanting to put her in her place, to remind her that she’s not the one in charge of this shit.
I should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.
She meets me halfway, our kiss immediately turning into a war of tongue and teeth. I dig my fist into her hair and wrap my other arm around her waist, jerking her against me. Fuck, but she feels good. I hate how good she feels.
I spin us around and half carry her to the bed. My instincts are all fucked up. I want to punish her, to make this fast and rough and selfishly chase my own pleasure…but I can’t quite make myself stop kissing her.
Aphrodite snakes a hand between us and cups my cock through my pants. She breaks the kiss long enough to say, “Someone’s happy to see me.”
No use arguing. I’m hard enough that I’m half-surprised I haven’t split the seam. My wires always did get crossed with anger and fucking. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late.” She strokes me slowly, a wicked grin curving her lips.
Again, trying to take control of this. Again, it’s far too tempting to let her.
Instead, I drop her on the bed.
She lets out a startled yip, but I’m already moving, grabbing her around the hips and flipping her onto her stomach. I drag her back until her feet meet the ground. This view isn’t any less distracting. She’s got a tight little ass that makes me want to…
I yank her panties down her legs, cursing a bit when she lifts her hips to help me. The heels keep her ass high in the air. I can’t quite stop myself from palming her, squeezing her flesh. She moans a bit and spreads her legs. “Now.”
It would be simple as fuck to free my cock and take her like this. Hard and fast. Part of the wedding preparations were both of us getting tested and her providing evidence she’s on birth control.
But a piece of paper is easy enough to forge. I’ve done it myself in the past, though not with this kind of shit. Marrying this woman is one thing. Having a child with her? The thought makes me take a step back.
I don’t want kids. I’m self-aware enough to know I’d be a shit parent. Fuck, look at all the horrific shit Pandora and I went through in that orphanage before Minos swept in like some fucked-up fairy godfather. Most importantly, I don’t even like kids. It’s not worth the risk that she’d trap me like this.
“Condom,” I manage.
Aphrodite huffs out a breath. “Now you’re just stalling.” She continues before I can tell her in no uncertain terms that I’m not fucking her without one. “Top drawer.”
I don’t ask how she knows that. It doesn’t matter. I stalk to the dresser and yank it open. Sure enough, there’s a sealed condom box there. I look it over, trying to think clearly even through the blood rushing through my head and cock. My concentration takes a nosedive when I glance at Aphrodite and find her hand between her thighs, working her pussy. I can see the glisten of her wetness coating her fingers from here.