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)
I think I black out. One moment, I’m lying there, staring at my ceiling and wondering what the fuck just happened. The next, Hephaestus is flipping me onto my stomach. “You done?”
I should be. It’s the smart thing to do. This isn’t going at all like I expected, and that means it’s time to retreat and recalculate. I open my mouth to confirm that I’m done, but those aren’t the words that emerge. “Finish what you started, Husband.” I manage to choke out a laugh that’s almost mocking. “Unless you came in your pants already.”
“So quick-witted.” He hesitates and then his weight is gone. I hear him hefting himself to his feet with a faint pained groan. “Bed. Now. This floor is killer on my knee.”
I watch him walk toward my bedroom. This is my chance to put an end to this. All I need to do is call security and have him escorted out. Married or not, this apartment is mine.
But I don’t.
I stagger upright and follow my husband into my bedroom. I stop short in the doorway. He’s stripping down as if he has every right to be here. Despite myself, I can’t help drinking in the sight of him. A warrior, through and through. It’s written across his medium-brown skin, there in the scars that line his back and pepper his chest. The scar on his knee is still the bright pink of the newly healed, a mess of tissue that indicates just how bad the injury was.
My sister didn’t pull her punches. Or, more accurately, her kick.
“Take off the dress.”
I bristle at his command, but my body still shakes from the two orgasms. Last night was fine, but things are different between us right now. Even though I know better, I want to see what he’ll do.
I unzip the dress and work it down my body. His attention follows the fabric, and he snorts when I step out of it. “No bra, either.” Hephaestus leverages himself down onto the bed.
“It doesn’t go with the outfit.” I strut over to him and place my foot on his upper thigh, the spike heel bare inches from his hard cock. To his credit, he doesn’t so much as flinch, though the muscle flexes beneath my shoe. I bat my eyes at him. “Undo me, Husband?”
“You really are a damned witch.” He moves before I can process that, hooking a hand behind my knee and hauling me down astride his lap. “Condom?”
I don’t know if I’m irritated he doesn’t trust me or proud of him for that same lack of trust. Instead of answering with words, I lean over, letting him catch my hips to keep me in place, and pull one out of the top nightstand drawer. I dangle it in front of his face. “Shall I?”
“No.”
Again, that reluctant admiration flares. My husband is taking no chances, and even if it’s inconvenient, he’s smart not to. I lean back as he rips the packet open and rolls the condom down his impressive length.
He inches back onto the mattress, taking me with him. Hephaestus stares at my breasts for a long moment. “Turn around.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” When I don’t move fast enough, he hooks me around the hips and drags me back as he reclines. We end up on our sides, with his arms wrapped around me. He moves me like a fucking doll, draping one of my legs up and over his hips, opening me so he can press his cock to my entrance. “I’m going to fuck you now, Wife.”
For such a brutal motherfucker, he really is a softy when it comes to ensuring I’m right there with him. If I was any less determined to make him suffer, that might make me waver. I can’t afford to.
My husband is my enemy. My city’s enemy.
“You’re talking so much, you almost sound like you’re working yourself up to it. If you’re too scared, just go home. I can finish myself.” The words feel too sharp, but I can’t help it. I have to remember that we’re on opposite sides of an uncrossable line.
Instead of getting pissed, he relaxes against me and chuckles. “There she is. You had me worried.”
What the fuck is he talking about? “I—” A horrifyingly delicate whimper slips from my lips at the invasion of his cock. I’m wet enough that he doesn’t have to fight quite as hard as he did last night, but it’s still a tight fit.
He doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath, though. Hephaestus palms one breast with his hand and the other winds around my thigh, hitching it higher in the process, to press lightly against my clit. I’m so oversensitized that any touch stronger than that would be too much, and damn him, he knows it.
“I’ll tell you a secret.” He fucks me slowly, as if he has all the time in the world. I’m not certain he doesn’t. He pinches my nipple lightly, earning another of those godsawful whimpers. He drags his mouth along my throat up to my ear. “You’re much more pleasant when someone is playing with your clit.”