Innocence (Tales of Olympus #1)(43)

And then finally, beautifully, she went to her knees.

Triumph sang through his chest. “Good girl,” he murmured as she settled on the cushion.

She bristled. “I’m not your pet.”

“Aren’t you?” The chain clinked as he drew her forward. She waited, chin by his knee, as he removed the steam covers, releasing mouthwatering smells in a rush of steam. If he thought about how close her mouth was to his cock, he wasn’t going to make it through the meal.

Instead, he tried to concentrate on a small forkful of omelet and lifting it to her mouth. She glared daggers at him. But then she opened her mouth and ate.

“See,” he said after a few minutes feeding her. “This can be nice.”

“This is fucked up,” she muttered after swallowing the last of the omelet.

He patted her mouth with a napkin. “The Cora I knew wouldn’t cuss like that.”

She gave a saccharine smile. “Then you shouldn’t have killed her.”

His cock twitched painfully in his pants.

“Are you done? Full?”

A quiver entered her voice. “Yes.” She watched him carefully, like prey would a circling predator. It ought to have disturbed him, how much he liked the image.

Enough waiting.

He rose and pushed the food plates to the floor before drawing her up. He set her on the table and splayed a hand on her chest, pressing her down. “Lie back. I want to look at you.”

With a whimper, she tensed, but let him push her to her back. He propped her legs open and reseated himself. He had a full view of her private parts...everything. She was delectable. Her scent intoxicating. His breath puffed over her folds and he saw her shiver. She tried to close her legs, but his shoulders nudged them open.

Her beautiful virgin pussy. Wet and glistening for him. He licked his lips, his erection painful now. More than anything, he wanted to stand up, rip off his buckle and plunge into her wet depths. The thought of how tight she would be tormented him. He could barely sleep last night and he’d had to take himself in hand twice more before finally entering her room again this morning.

He traced her plump labia with his forefinger. “Tell me, do you touch yourself often?”

She looked stubbornly at the ceiling but her cheeks flamed pink and as he began to probe inside, even more heated juice spilled onto his fingers.

“So ready for me,” he murmured.

She cursed him under her breath.

His fingers bit into her thighs. “Excuse me? What was that?”

“You heard me.” He also heard how her voice quavered.

“I don’t think you understand the nature of your situation. This,” he covered her pussy with his palm and didn’t miss the way she squirmed against him. So responsive. It drove him insane. “This is mine.”

“So is this,” he shoved two fingers in her mouth. Her eyes widened. “You eat when I tell you, speak when I tell you, kneel when I tell you. And you don’t talk back. If you need to learn the lesson, I’m happy to teach you.” He removed his fingers, wiping them on her midriff before burying his face in her cunt.

She squealed and her legs went tense around his head before relaxing and flopping open a moment later.

The sounds that came from her throat were fucking indecent. And the way she tasted. Ambrosia. The gods wished they could have feasted on her.

But she was his.

All his. Only his. Forever his.

And he was going to take her and make her his wife in every way possible so she never forgot it.

He thrust his chair back and stood up. “Stay here. Don’t move.”

His condoms were in the bathroom. She’d gotten a birth control shot before the wedding, but he wasn’t taking any chances. The fact that he could even think straight enough to remember was a godsdamned miracle. But he’d sworn never to bring a child into this fucked up world and not even Cora’s magic pussy was enough to make him forget that most basic tenant of his life.

He stormed out of the room, only barely keeping himself from all out running. Finally, he’d sink his cock inside her. Maybe it would finally quiet the insanity she created in him. Yes, once he had her, her siren pull would ease. He’d be able to think clearly again. He could go back to the original plan.

He grabbed a condom from the box in his bathroom, on second thought grabbed two more, then turned to head back toward the dining room.

He’d imagined it a thousand times, what it would feel like to finally sink balls deep into her delectable pussy. And now he was only moments away from—

But Cora was scrambling toward the front door, chain in hand, all but tripping over her own feet in her haste to get there before he got back.

Marcus was across the room in four strides.

She screamed when he locked his arms around her from behind. So tight he probably knocked the breath out of her, but he didn’t care.

She thought she could run from him? She thought she could escape?

She flailed and slammed her elbow back. Fuck. He couldn’t help the, “oof” that escaped his mouth. It hurt. But he didn’t let her go. He would never fucking let her go. And soon she’d realize it because it was a lesson he wouldn’t let her ever forget.

But then she just went insane in his arms.

“Help! Help!” She kicked out and connected with the white column that held the statue she’d admired when he first brought her to the penthouse, a million years ago. The statue hit the ground and shattered. But she didn’t stop flailing, kicking and scrambling and thrashing.