Page 2 of Zeus's Ruin

Zeus looms up behind him.Jimmy grabs a fistful of his hair and takes several steps back, barreling right into our landlord.Zeus doesn’t budge.He’s a wall of steel and seriously pissed off alpha male with his big arms folded across his broad chest.“There a problem here, Jimmy?”

Jimmy freezes and then clears his throat.“Uh.Hey, Zeus.I er ...what are you doin’ out here?”

“Talking to Sugar.”His gaze zeros in on me.“You okay, darlin’?”

I rise and dust myself off.Little pebbles have embedded themselves in my knees, and my legs sting where I’ve grazed them.I’m sure I’ll have bruises I’ll have to tend to later.“I’m fine.”

“Sure don’t look fine.You look hurt.You look pissed off.You look like a fuckin’ battered housewife.”

“She said she’s fine,” Jimmy snaps.

“I wasn’t fucking talkin’ to you.”Zeus levels him with a dark look and Jimmy holds up his hands in a warding gesture.I glare at Zeus, because though Jimmy is afraid of him, afraid of losing our rental, he’s just going to take this little incident out on me when we’re alone.

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t look fine, Sugar.”

“Well, I am.”I wet my lips and say something I’m sure I’ll regret.“I like it a little rough.”

“Hell, yeah she does.”Jimmy cozies up to me.He wraps an arm around my waist and playfully bites my neck.

Zeus’s eyes flare with heat and anger.Chills break out on my body, not because of the erogenous zone Jimmy is sinking his teeth into, but because of the way Zeus’s eyes roam possessively over every inch of me, everywhere that Jimmy touches me, and he looks like he wants to murder my boyfriend.

“I have an early start,” I tell them both.Ready to just get this over with so I can begin covering up tomorrow’s bruises already.

“Yeah, and you’re gonna be ridin’ my fat cock all night, baby.”

I close my eyes and try to hide my disgust, my shame at Zeus hearing those words, as Jimmy wraps his arms around me and openly plays with my breasts.But when I open my eyes, Zeus is no longer looking at me.His gaze is on Jimmy, and its promising murder.A muscle pops in his jaw and his own lids fall closed, as if he’s cautioning himself about doing something stupid.

Do the stupid thing.Please.

But my landlord is not a mind reader.He turns and walks away, and takes my hopes of avoiding a sound beating with him.“Y’all have a good night then.”

“Oh, we will.”Jimmy manhandles me up the porch stairs and whispers only loud enough for me to hear, “Just fucking wait ’til we get inside, cunt.”

CHAPTER TWO

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