Page 23 of Zeus's Ruin

“Holy shit.You scared me.”?

“I’m not the one hurling 5/8s of steel across the garage.”He crosses the room and sets the car part on the counter beside me, carefully wiping his fingers off with the rag.“You wanna talk about it?”?

“It’s nothing.He’s in a mood, is all.You know how he gets when he does too many drugs.”?

“Yeah, I know.”He leans against the workbench and studies my face.“He hurt you?”?

“Just my pride.”I snatch the bottle of bourbon from the counter and take a hearty swig.Zeus steps closer and takes it from me with a smug smile.?

“Let’s not drink our feelings.”?

“Why not?It’s not like we can embrace them.”?The words are out before I can really process them, but I don’t care.He knows how I feel about him.He probably knew before I did.I’m just the dumb bitch who married the wrong man.

“No,” he whispers.“It’s not.”?

I turn to face him and meet those gorgeous dark eyes.Just looking at this man destroys all sense of self-preservation that I possess.I sigh.“I do love him—”?

“I know.”?

“You didn’t let me finish,” I chastise.

“Maybe I don’t want you to.”

“You don’t mean that.”

He laughs and pulls the bottle to his lips.“Darlin’, you could recite the fucking dictionary, and I’d hang off every word.”

“It’s getting harder to remember why you and I didn’t just keep driving on my wedding night.”That had been the one and only night that Scorpio had allowed Zeus into our bedroom.It’d been the last time I actually enjoyed sex.Zeus had taken me three times that night, long after Scorpio had passed out after another bump.Zeus had been hyper focused on making me feel as if I were the most precious thing in the world.It wasn’t just fucking.Not with him.?In those quiet moments, we’d pledged our bodies, our souls to one another in the dark, and when dawn came, he’d left without a word, and we hadn’t been alone since.

“Because he’d kill us,” Zeus whispers, bringing me back to the present.?

“Maybe it’s worth it?”?

“Maybe you’re right.”Then his hands are in my hair and my lips are on his.I moan into his mouth, loving the way the bourbon dances on my tongue.His hands grip my leather skirt and ball it into fists as he yanks the fabric up over my hips.His fingers push my panties aside and delve into my wet heat.He knows exactly how to touch me, bringing me to the brink within seconds.?

“Fuck.I love this slippery little cunt that’s always so wet for me.”?

“Zeus.I need your fat cock inside me.”?

“You want me?”He asks, pausing his fingers on my clit.?

“Yes.Please, Zeus.Fuck me.Make me yours.”?

“You already are, darlin’.Been waiting for you to realize it for months now.”He grabs my waist and hoists me onto the bench, and within seconds, he buries his dick to the hilt.??

I cry out, half afraid someone will hear us over the din of the party.Zeus is clearly worried about the same, because he shoves his fingers inside my mouth, and I suck them as if they’re his beautiful cock.He fucks me frantically, brutally, and every second is pure bliss.I wrap my arms around his neck and draw him closer, digging my heels into his bare ass.He growls against the shell of my ear.“Mine.”?

“Always,” I whisper into his neck, as he spills inside me.“Always, always, always.”

We pant together, our labored breaths too noisy in the quiet garage.My skin is on fire, wanting more, begging for his hands, his lips, and teeth, and tongue.Zeus pulls out, making me moan as his thick dick slides free, and then he’s on his knees, scooping his cum back into me, forcing my pussy to make squelching sounds as he drives his fingers inside.This is not a new thing for him.In fact, the night we were together, he painstakingly shoved his cum back inside my needy pussy.If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Zeus had a breeding kink.He kneels between my legs and brings his head to my center.He laps at our juices, bringing me to another bone-melting orgasm, making the juiciest sounds as he cups my slick pussy and curls his fingers inside me, hitting my G-spot and making me cream.?

“Fuck.I love to feel you coming on my face.”?

I laugh, but then someone outside shouts, “Calm the fuck down, Haze.I’m just gonna take a leak.”

My whole body turns to ice.It’s Razor, and his voice is too fucking close.He has to be up against the side of the building, which means he could see us at any time through the glass garage doors.?

We both freeze, afraid to move, lest we draw unwanted attention, and then Razor is lumbering back toward the party without a single glance in our direction.I let out a sigh of relief and Zeus gets to his feet.His big arms wrap around me, and I breathe him in, leather and grease, and the sweet masculine scent of his aftershave ...mixed with sex.?

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