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As I satin my room, staring at the carpet, there was a knock on the bedroom door, and someone cracked it open.
“Invite me to dinner, and your old man ends up having to host me,” Creed said as he leaned against the doorframe with a small smile on his face. He scanned the room before looking back at me. “Don’t know what shocks me more—Hades telling me to go to his daughter’s bedroom or that this is my first time in here.”
He opened the door wider, casually walking in. His shirt ripped, dirt on his jeans, and his lip bleeding, I couldn’t stop myself from getting up, my hand going to his cheek as I examined the cut lip before meeting his eyes.
“I’m so sorry.” I didn’t even know how to express how sorry I was for dragging him into my mess.
He removed my hand from his cheek. “I threw the punches, Holly, not you. And for the record”—his eyes stilled on mine—“I’d do a lot more to any bastard that hurt you.” Still holding my hand, I saw nothing but pure honesty in his eyes.
The reasons I shouldn’t let Creed into my heart, well, they were disappearing.
And that was when I felt it, my lips parting, as he brushed my cheek with his other hand, using the back of his knuckles. Moving my hand in his, I linked our fingers, his rings cold against my skin, surprise rising in his eyes. Then I moved slightly closer to him.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I whispered. I didn’t even know why I said it. It wasn’t like we were a couple, and it wasn’t like I had just proclaimed my love for him. But, still, I felt like I had to say it. Though I said it so slowly, I was unsure if he had heard it when he dipped his head, forcing his eyes to stay locked with mine.
His knuckles paused on my cheek. “I’m sorry.” He said two words that caused my chest to tighten.
“For?” I asked the one word, expecting to hear him saying he can’t promise that.
“This,” he said before his lips crashed to mine.
3
Creed
What was fucking wrong with me? Why were her words ringing in my ears? It was driving insanity through my blood. My eyes locked on her sea-blue eyes, and I saw uncertainty in them mixed with fear. And I was causing those two emotions to drive through her body while she was causing me to question whether I was fucking losing my sanity. My eyes dropped to her lips—how many fucking times had I imagined kissing them? Now was not the time. Her family was downstairs, waiting for us to eat.
Yet my dick was throbbing. I’d had to deal with her being in that white dress all day. I told myself to keep a fucking grip on it. Don’t fucking act.
Then her lips parted. “Please don’t hurt me,” words so low, but so much pain attached to them. I felt a sickness rise in me. She thought I’d hurt her? She was right. I would be the reason for tears in her eyes one day. I wasn’t a man to be counted on. I wasn’t the man you turned to.
Yet I was standing here, questioning myself on it.
My knuckles paused on her cheek. “I’m sorry.” Just two words I honestly meant, but I knew not enough to stop myself from acting.
“For?” I heard her anticipation of pain in that one word.
“This.” And my lips were on hers. Part of me wanted her to push me away. Part of me wanted her to slap me. Part of me wanted her to be happy. But I knew I would bring more sadness to her life than happiness.
Yet nothing but pure pleasure rolled through my body when her lips moved back against mine. My hand unlinked from hers, and I gripped her hips, then pushed her back. I wasn’t a man with control.
She wrapped her hand around my neck, and I was kissing her as if I’d never kissed a woman. Fuck, how long have I waited for this moment? I wanted it the moment I laid eyes on her years ago.
I lifted her in one fluid movement, pushing the dress up. If she wanted me to stop, she’d say something, wouldn’t she?
I moved her back against the bed, but I didn’t want her to stop clinging to my body, so I didn’t let go of her. It was her hands on my belt that sent pure excitement through my body. Did she want this as much as I did?
I ran my hands over her ass. When I didn’t feel any fabric under the dress, my eyes widened, and I pulled my lips from hers.
“You been wearing nothing under that dress all day?” I couldn’t stop my words coming out slightly growled. All fucking day. She looked up at me, but I didn’t wait for a reply, because when she freed me, I couldn’t stop myself from bringing her down on my cock, watching her lips part and her breathing sharpen.
I’d always loved sex, but this was different. My heart didn’t usually beat like this, and I never used to wonder about how to finish who I was with, but my mind started racing. How the fuck could I get her off when her family was downstairs, waiting on us?
Suddenly, I realised my biggest fuck-up. I was only going to get one chance with her, and this was it.
Fuck, and I had picked a time where there was no way I could take my time with her. I was furious with myself but also questioning if I was suicidal. Fucking Hades’s daughter, under his roof, while he waited for us.
My lips were back on hers, and I couldn’t stop myself from picking up the speed. I was losing myself in her. I knew my control was slipping, and it was taking everything in me not to finish. She was tight, her moans soft, and I wanted to lay her down on the bed, watch her come undone, but I couldn’t.
