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She gasped, stiffened, but before her panic could take hold, my other hand slid forward, finding her clit. My thumb stroked her firmly, coaxing, commanding her body to surrender.

‘Tell me, Cordelia,’ I rumbled against her skin, my voice dark and possessive. ‘Has anyone ever had this hole?’

Her frantic shake of the head was all the answer I needed.

‘Good,’ I rumbled, my breath hot against her. ‘Because it belongs to me. Every inch of you belongs to me.’ I kissed her ass slowly. ‘You are mine, and I am yours, Little Red.’

As I played her clit, I teased the tight puckered hole with my tongue, circling, pressing, before slowly pushing inside; her strangled cry drove me deeper, the contractions of her body gripping and milking me. I groaned into her, imagining the way those muscles would feel around my cock—tight, unyielding; it was mine to claim. Coming up for air, her ragged gasps were music to my ears. Cordelia’s thighs quivered, clenching on nothing, desperate for me to fill her—any way I chose.

‘Where’s your vibrator?’ I murmured against her ear, letting my lips graze her skin.

‘Bedside drawer,’ she panted, eyes glazed, chest heaving.

I fetched it, flicked it on, and pressed it to her soaked pussy. The hum vibrated through her as I dragged it back and forth over her swollen folds, watching her arch and strain to grind against the sensation. I slid it inside her slowly, in and out, in and out, stretching her around it, while my thumb circled her clit with ruthless precision. Her whimpers broke into keens, her orgasm gathering like a storm cloud about to break.

And then—I pulled the toy free and tossed it onto the bed. She growled, frustrated, but I only snarled, seizing her hips and dragging her back to me.

‘Your pleasure is mine to give,’ I rasped lifting her ass before burying my face between her thighs again, eating her out from behind.

Her slickness coated my tongue while I feasted on her, relentlessly as she collapsed forward, arms buckling until her cheek pressed to the wall. Her hips rolled back, grinding against my mouth, desperate and shameless. When I curled my tongue and flicked her clit, her thighs locked tight around my head. Tremors wracked her as I flattened my tongue and dragged it up her slit before wrapping my lips around the bundle of nerves. I sucked hard, insistent, rolling the swollen nub against my tongue until she shattered.

Her body convulsed, the wall swallowing her cries, but my name still poured from her tongue like music—a symphony composed for one audience: me… I owned every sound… every shiver. I held her hips firm, refusing to let her escape the onslaught, milking every violent tremor from her as wave after brutal wave ripped through her. Her cream poured over my tongue, and I drank it greedily—starved, desperate, undone.

She writhed, incoherent sounds spilling from her lips, but I didn’t stop—not until her legs shook so hard they gave out and she sagged, boneless, against the wall. Even then, I pressed one last lingering suck to her clit, savouring the final quake of her release before I lifted my head, mouth wet, chin slick with her climax.

I wiped it with the back of my hand, eyes fixed on the wrecked beauty sprawled before me. A low, satisfied growl rumbled from my chest.

I’d sussed her little game—trying to fuck me out of her system, pretending I was nothing more than a mistake she could sweat out between the sheets. She thought she could play me—fuck me and then forget me? I let my lips curl into a wicked smile.

Not happening, little assassin. Not fucking ever. You’re mine; not his. Not anyone’s. Mine, until the seas themselves run dry.

‘Next time I touch you, I’ll be inside that hot, tight cunt—claiming what’s mine.’ I freed her wrists and her whole body trembled. Turning her around, I gently scooped her up, cradling her to my chest, then placed her on her bed. I leaned in close, lips brushing her damp skin.

‘Then you’ll learn,’ I whispered against her temple, ‘just how useless your little toy really is.’

I pressed a kiss to her forehead, then vanished in a spray of seafoam and mist, leaving her trembling in the aftermath of my storm.

CHAPTER 27

CORDELIA

It’s official—Poseidon is a colossal dickface.

Seriously, I finally decide to fuck him out of my system once and for all, and he pulls a stunt like that?

‘Earth to Cordelia.’ Sephy’s voice snapped me out of my internal tirade. I blinked and remembered we were at breakfast in the kitchen, waiting for Bronte. She tilted her head, giving me that squinty goddess look. ‘What’s going on?’

Oh, nothing major—just the small matter of me attempting a full-scale Poseidon detox and him wrecking me like a sandcastle at high tide—obliterated, nothing left but the soggy, ruined mess. Oh, and let’s not forget, the jackass is one of the three primordial gods, and he had his tongue auditioning for places it had no business being. Five stars. Would recommend… unfortunately. You literally couldn’t make this shit up.

I swallowed the rant, instead blowing out a ragged breath. ‘It’s Si. I think maybe I just need to fuck him out of my system. Purge this… infuriating attraction once and for all.’

She gave me a long, hard look. Too long. The kind of stare that scraped past my armour and dug for the soft bits underneath. ‘There’s more to it than attraction,’ she said at last.

I narrowed my eyes. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

Sephy sipped her coffee, studying me like I was some rare bloom she couldn’t quite name, and I tried not to fidget. ‘I think he’s in love with you.’

I barked a laugh so sharp it almost hurt. ‘Him? Love? Please. He’s so self-obsessed and egocentric, the only person he loves is himself.’