Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
A frisson of fear dampens my lust. “They really are planning something for this party, aren’t they?”
“I don’t know.” His jaw goes tight. “And that worries me.”
My body is still flush with two orgasms. It makes thinking hard, but I try anyway. “Do we ignore the warning and keep looking tonight?”
“I don’t think there’s anything to find on the second floor. The sitting rooms are all exactly what was promised, and the rest of the rooms have occupants. We’ll have a better chance with the third floor and finishing out the main one. We also can’t exclude the possibility that he’s using the garage or some building on the grounds for storage.” He drags his hand through his hair, making it stand on end. “We’ve done enough for tonight. Might as well call it and get some sleep.”
“Or we could do exactly as promised earlier and finish what we started in the sitting room.”
“Cassandra.”
I ignore the warning in his tone. In fact, it sends a delicious little shiver down my spine. We can’t take back what we did in that sitting room, but I wouldn’t even if I could. He wants me. I can barely believe it after so long of desiring him.
I’m leaving in a week. I’ll be damned if I miss a single opportunity to fulfill the promise held in the heated way he looked at me, touched me. If we’re not continuing the search tonight, then there’s no reason not to give in to the inferno of lust that makes it hard to breathe when I look at him.
Even so, it takes more courage than I want to admit to hold his gaze and pull my top over my head. I barely register his sharp inhale as I shimmy out of my shorts. The way this man looks at me should be illegal. His gaze sweeps over me as if he can’t take in my features fast enough, as if this is a gift I’ll snatch back at the last moment and he wants to imprint the image of me in his brain. It washes away the last of my hesitance. This is happening. We both want this to happen.
Instead of crawling on the bed, I sink to my knees, taking up the traditional submissive position.
“Cassandra,” Apollo murmurs. “We don’t have to.”
Gods, but I could fall in love with this man. I ignore that thought and shift my stance a little, arching my back and spreading my thighs. “We covered this. I don’t do anything I don’t want to do, and right now I want to do you.”
“You want to do me.” His lips quirk in a skeptical smile. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” I eye the hard length pressed against the front of his lounge pants. “I think you want to do me, too.”
He steps closer and sifts his fingers through my hair, tightening them abruptly at the back of my head. I jolt, but it doesn’t hurt. He’s just holding me immobile. He considers me. “You have your safe word. I will respect it, regardless of what we’re doing when you use it.”
I lick my lips. “I know.”
That reassures him. Of course it does. Any dominant worth their salt cares about their submissive’s needs. Not that I’m Apollo’s… I swallow hard. Best not to think about that. Best not to think about a number of things.
He tightens his grip on my hair, bending me backward a little. Apollo’s gaze coasts over my mouth, down my throat, to my breasts and belly. I start to tense, expecting self-consciousness to rise, but how can I feel self-conscious when he’s staring at me like a man who’s finally allowed to touch the one thing he’s craved for years?
“Apollo.”
“Don’t rush me.”
I smile and relax back against his hold. Instantly, he shifts from fisting my hair to cupping the back of my head. I let him take my weight a little and lift my chin. “You have me. What are you going to do with me?”
16
Apollo
A small voice in the back of my head whispers that I’m doing something unforgivable, but those warnings are washed away on a tide of desire so intense, it’s a wonder my knees don’t buckle.
Having Cassandra naked and kneeling at my feet is an experience I never thought to have for myself. I’m tempted to simply look at her for hours, but our time is limited.
Duty comes with the dawn.
I intend to have her coming plenty more times before that happens. I tug on her hair, careful to keep it tension rather than pain. “You can keep trying to provoke me, but I’ve told you what I like, Cassandra. Be a good girl and give it to me.”
She shivers. “I hate it when you do that. Enough talking. Let’s get to the foreplay.”
“Talking is the foreplay.” I prefer my kink with a softer touch, but anyone who’s experienced knows you can cut a person right down to their vulnerable center with words as easily as you can with a flogger. There’s nothing more satisfying than seeing my submissive fight between their pride demanding they stay silent and their knowledge that giving in will ensure I do exactly what they’re craving.