Page 85 of Queen of Tempests and Sin

I’d just settled in, first sip of wine on my lips, book in hand, when someone decided to murder my peace with a hammering on the door. Sighing, I placed the book down and answered the door to be greeted by a murderous-looking Poseidon, who stormed past me without a word.

‘Please, come in,’ I muttered, rolling my eyes. I was so not in the mood for the fractious sea god. Turning to face him, I noticed his long hair was dishevelled, as if he’d been raking his hands through it.

‘Where. Have. You. Been?’ he snarled. I stopped short, squinting my eyes. His anger was tangible.

‘I went on a mission with Persephone and Bronte. Why?’ His eyes changed to the darkest of blue, like the ocean that threatened to drown sailors on a stormy night, and his tone deepened.

‘No!’ The single word cracked like a whip, snapping my back straight, sending a jolt of unease through me. Fear flipped my stomach—my primal response to his power—but fire kindled in my core too… my equally primal response to his proximity.

‘I told you,’ he said, voice low and lethal. ‘You will not leave the Underworld again without me. Is that clear?’

He was a powerful sort of dangerous, and nerves made my legs quiver, but I lifted my chin and glared at him. On a normal day, his animalistic stare, promising pain if I sassed him, would cause me to pause. Right now, he could suck it.

My jaw clenched with outrage as my hand flew up. The slap cracked across his face, and I took a step back when his eyes flashed, storm clouds gathering before a deluge.

‘You don’t own me. I won’t let you control me and order me around. I’m not your possession,’ I spat. His hands fisted at his sides, and I held my breath, preparing to feel the backlash of his power. Then his shoulders eased, just slightly.

‘Little Red, please…’ His voice dropped, ragged with something far more vulnerable. ‘I can’t bear the thought of you being harmed. Please. Let me protect you.’

He stepped closer, his body heat caressing my skin. He was power and viciousness incarnate, and something in me craved the force of him, causing my breath to speed up and my lips to tingle. As powerful as the tide, his energy was so intense it seemed to singe my skin—and gods, it felt so good. He traced his thumb across my lower lip, then pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was feather-soft, and adoring… He tasted of whisky and something much sweeter.

Thick, heady magic washed over me, too much and not enough all at once. My stomach somersaulted, and my heart caught painfully in my chest. He was overwhelming—attractive, charismatic, devastating—and the concern etched into his expression made something deep inside me melt.

I buckled like a cheap tent in a hurricane, and nodded, whispering, ‘Okay.’

‘You are the beat of my pulse. My heart… kardia mou.’ His voice was barrel-deep and raspy as he looked down into my eyes. He made me feel tiny—his body radiating a robust confidence that bordered on arrogance, threaded with raw power and strength. It was a heady recipe, impossible to resist. My insides fluttered, a tremor skittering across my skin. His voice wrapped around me, that rasping devotion burning through my veins, searing across my flesh as a tug coiled deep in my core.

His lips met mine again, his hands drifting down my body. The kiss wasn’t gentle; it was demand and desire, fierce and unrelenting, and fire coursed between us, urgency clinging to my very core.

‘You’re one of the wildest, most unpredictable women I’ve ever met.’ His breath caressed my cheek. ‘Your beauty steals my breath away. You’re kind, strong, and fearless… my angel of sin.’

His words brushed my lips like a prayer. ‘I’m sorry I marked you without your consent, but knowing you want me to remove it tears at something deep in here.’ He pounded a fist to his sternum—the same place a painful ache throbbed in my chest.

‘I’m possessive to a fault, but you’re right, I don’t own you. You’re free to choose. Just know, I’ll never hurt you.’ His shoulders sagged, eyes flashing with raw torment. ‘I want you, Cordelia, and I want people to know you’re mine.’

My heart swelled, desire blazing hotter, a fire I could barely comprehend. The train of terrible ideas was screaming down the track… but I didn’t want to jump off. I wanted to stay on and reach whatever shore awaited, with him. With Poseidon—the king of tempest, sin, and sea.

I reached for his jeans, popping the button and dragging the zipper down, the heat rolling off him making my fingers clumsy. His urgency burned in his storm-dark eyes, molten and consuming. With a guttural sound, he ripped my top apart, my breasts springing free as he shoved the ruined fabric down my arms and let it fall to the floor.

I kicked away my shoes while he toed off his own, and in one swift motion, I hauled his tee over his head, baring the sculpted lines of his chest. My hands shoved his jeans down, and he kicked them away in frustration, cock straining thick and hard against the thin barrier of his trunks.

A growl rumbled from his chest as he seized my trousers, tearing them apart, panties ripped away in the same ruthless motion that left me bare and aching. My skin prickled under the onslaught of his gaze. He hooked his thumbs in his trunks, shoving them down powerful, tattooed thighs, releasing his cock—long, thick, flushed, the head glistening with pre-cum.

For a breathless second, I drank him in—the hard planes of his tattooed body, the ink crawling over muscle and sinew; his monumental cock, heavy and throbbing, jutted thick and straining for me, and my core clenched with desperate, hungry heat.

Then he was on me—strong arms banding around my waist, hauling me up against his chest like I weighed nothing. My legs locked around his hips instinctively, my wetness brushing the hot length of him as I pressed closer, every nerve screaming for him to take me.

With a feral growl, he slammed me against the wall, stone biting cold into my spine as his heat devoured me from the front. His mouth crushed mine, wild and punishing, teeth scraping, tongue demanding, as if he wanted to consume me whole.

His cock slid through my slick folds, coating himself in my arousal. I whimpered, grinding against him shamelessly. ‘Poseidon—’ My plea dissolved into a gasp as he caught my hips in a bruising grip, pinning me there.

‘I can’t wait,’ he snarled against my lips, voice wrecked with need. ‘I need this pussy now.’ Then he slammed into me in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

I cried out, my body stretching around his thickness, the sheer force of him splitting me apart. He didn’t stop—he yanked back and pounded in again, harder, rougher, making the wall quake.

‘Fuck, you’re tight,’ he rasped, his hips snapping into mine with savage rhythm. ‘Taking me so well. You were made for my cock, weren’t you?’

A broken moan escaped me as he fucked me without mercy, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to brand me.