Electric Idol (Dark Olympus #2)(35)
I want Psyche for my own. A desire that was kindled that first night but has grown beyond control in the last twenty-four hours. I don’t care if she deserves someone just as sweet as she is. I want her chained to me, and I’ll rip out the throat of anyone who thinks they can take her away.
I cup her jaw and angle her head back a little, taking the kiss deeper. Claiming her in this tiny way. Marking her as mine, even if we’re the only two people who will know it. She makes a little whimpering sound that goes straight to my cock. It would be nothing at all to nudge her back onto the bed and keep kissing her until we forget all the reasons this is a terrible idea.
Except we aren’t in my penthouse, with a locked door between us and the rest of the world. I can’t seduce Psyche into letting me do everything I want to her because it’s only a matter of time before we’re interrupted, and that will ensure I never get to touch her again.
Unacceptable. Nothing will keep me from this woman…not even my own selfish urges.
Reluctantly, I lift my head. She blinks those big hazel eyes at me, her lips plumped even more from our kiss. It’s almost enough to have me tasting her again, but reason chooses that moment to take control. I drag in a ragged breath. “Tell me your measurements.”
She blinks again. “What?”
The pure satisfaction coursing through me at the realization that I’ve affected her just as much as she affects me is worrisome. Just another piece of evidence showcasing just how out of control I am right now. I push it away and try to focus on the here and now. “Your measurements. I need them.”
She licks her lips, her gaze still distracted. “Um, we talked about this. It’s not—”
“Your measurements, Psyche.” I coast my hands down her sides to grip her hips. “Unless you want me to take them myself. You’ll have to strip down, of course.”
She takes a large step back, breaking our contact. “That won’t be necessary.” She rattles off a series of numbers that I promptly memorize. Psyche’s face has gone red, and she won’t quite meet my eyes. “Is that everything?”
“Yeah.” I grab the lighting equipment. “I’ll wait for you at the car.”
“Thank you.”
It takes more effort than I would have dreamed to turn and walk away from her. I retrace my steps to the living room and take the elevator down. Though I half expect Callisto to appear, I don’t run into anyone as I stride to my car and tuck the equipment into the trunk. There’s room for her suitcase and not much else, but we’ll make it work. After a brief debate with myself, I decide making the call from the car is better than standing on the street and waiting for Psyche. There’s not as much foot traffic here as there is around my place, but I’m still drawing stares. It’s only a matter of time before someone takes a photo, posts it, and then the paparazzi show up. The last thing I need is anyone overhearing this conversation.
Not to mention the tinted windows hide me from anyone who might be walking by and give me a good view of the entrance of Demeter’s building.
I scroll through my contacts until I find Helen Kasios—daughter of the last Zeus, sister to the current one. I had to call her anyway, so this will kill two birds with one stone. She doesn’t make me wait long before she answers. “Since when do you date someone seriously enough to be internet official?”
Of course she’s seen the photo. At this point, nearly everyone in Olympus has seen the photo; that’s the entire point of it. I take a silent breath and gear up for the first of many performances. “Psyche’s special.”
“Uh-huh. Don’t get me wrong; all the Dimitriou women are characters, and if anyone could turn your head, it’s a strong personality, but that doesn’t change the fact that if we were friends, then you’d have told me you were dating someone.”
She’s not exactly wrong. I know my mother hoped that I’d end up marrying either her or her sister, but we’ve never been more than friends. And we are friends, or as close to it as is possible for people like us. “I didn’t think you’d approve.”
“Liar.” She doesn’t sound pissed, just amused. “This reeks of a scheme. It’s fine. You don’t have to tell me the details. I assume you’re calling because you need something.”
“You wound me, Helen.”
She laughs. “That would require you to have a heart that could be wounded.”
She’s got me there. I glance at the entrance to Psyche’s building. I don’t have a heart, but my future bride does. It’s my job now to ensure it stays safely within her chest. Helen will help with that, even if she doesn’t know the full story. I drop the charming persona, strangely grateful to do away with the bullshit. I can maintain the act indefinitely, but there’s a certain relief in being able to be my true self. I’m allowed the freedom with so few people. “I need two favors.”
“Granted, but I want one in return.”
I snort. “You haven’t even heard what they are yet.”
“I don’t need to. I’m bored. After Eris decided to stir the pot by spilling absinthe on both Demeter and Aphrodite at the last party, Perseus has got us all under lockdown so we don’t bring any more shame onto the family name—as if that were even possible after our shitshow of a father.” She makes a derisive noise. “I need a distraction, and whatever you have going on will do nicely.”