“By giving you plenty of time to memorize them.”His lips stretched wide, and something about the smile was predatory.
“Oh.”She glanced at the remainder of her food, anxiety snaking in her stomach.“Are you going to punish me?”
She could hardly believe she’d said the words out loud.Punish her?She’d done nothing more than her best in extraordinary circumstances.If that wasn’t good enough for him, that was his problem, yet somehow, she had the feeling he was going to make it hers.
“I wouldn’t call it a punishment.”He rose to his feet, reminding her of just how damn tall he was.“More like an outcome.”
An outcome?What was the difference?
“You didn’t remember my rules.”He dropped the towel over the arm of his chair.“So, I’ll give you an opportunity to learn them properly.”
“Thank you.”She stared at him, not believing for a moment that it was the end of the matter.He looked far too pleased with himself as he walked toward her.
“You’re welcome.”Looming by the side of her chair, his gaze fell on her plate.“Time to finish up, little one.You’ve just added a new item to our agenda before you go back to bed.”
Her muscles tensed at the thought of what that item might be, but she said nothing further.There was already another battle in progress; the question of what she had managed to eat.
“Please, Master.”She was starting to sound like a broken record.“I really can’t eat any more.I feel ill.”
Her hand rose to her tummy to cement the point, and she watched as his attention glided between her face and the small number of lentils left on her plate.
“You have a choice.”He sounded wistful.“Finish up, or I’ll be forced to add yet another item to our agenda.”
“More time to learn, Master?”she queried, trying not to focus on how close she currently was to his semi-aroused dick.
She shouldn’t have concerned herself with the state of his arousal, but frankly, the organ was distracting.Shielded by the back of her chair until that moment as he folded his arms across his chest and took a step toward the table, it came into view.Her gaze slid to it out of instinct, her pussy clenching at the tantalizing thought of how he felt inside her.Either Kronos enjoyed tormenting her with his futile rules and repercussions, or that was just how his cock looked limp.
She couldn’t decide which outcome worried her the most.
“More time,” he confirmed, thankfully not commenting on where she was staring.“But I can guarantee you won’t appreciate the addition.”
Oh, God.
She glanced at her plate, wondering if she could force the final few mouthfuls of food in.She had no clue what he had in mind for the so-called outcome, but she trusted him when he said she wouldn’t like it.The task was a penance, after all, whatever he chose to call it.
She wanted to tell him to shove it.There was no reason he should have been able to tell her what to do.No way he should have been setting rules he could create ‘outcomes’ for when she forgot them, but she realized grimly that that boat had sailed.
Right or wrong, she was where she was, and whether she wanted to admit it or not, the giant brooding at her side could make her comply.That realization settled over her like poisonous gas.Whether she ate the lentils or recalled the rules, he was going to have his way, regardless.Unease furled in her tummy, riling the low-lying nausea that the huge meal had provoked.
“I really do feel sick, Master.”She shook her head.“I can’t eat any more.”
A wave of his hand saw the dish in front of her vanish before her eyes.“Have it your way.”
Chapter Eight
Kronos
Humans were all curious, but the beautiful one in the chair beside him was by far the most captivating he’d ever encountered.Her elevating pulse told him she feared the ‘outcome’ he’d referred to, so he might have expected her to toe the line and just eat the remaining lentils.After all, she could have finished what was left in one mouthful.
As it was, though, she did everything but concede.She looked at the food, considering her options, but only after she’d spent some moments considering his half-interested cock as though that were a meal option.Then, after she’d finally weighed her choices, she decided to defy him anyway and leave the remainder of her nutritious dinner.
“Come with me.”He tugged her chair out from the table with one hand while offering her the other palm.
She glanced up, her expression concerned, but her delicate fingers took his, regardless.“Wh-where are we going, Master?”
“To deal with that new item on our agenda.”He glared down at her, half-angered and half-enraptured.
How was such a diminutive being able to wield such power over him?All those centuries he’d lived, fighting gods and putting humans in their place.He’d rarely encountered anyone he couldn’t handle, but then Kristina had come along, and something had shifted.
