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“Siblings as well?” I ask, lifting my brow in incredulity. I mean, it’s not as if it’s hard to believe. All Protégés are siblings or cousins, aren’t they?
Shaking his head, Arthur smiles. “No.” He laughs to himself before offering more explanation. “My dad had eleven brothers and one sister. Trust me, Liam, the Hatt family is vast.”
“Christmas must have been a bitch,” I mutter.
Arthur laughs boisterously, clearly amused. “Do you want to take a walk?” he asks, kissing Gwenda before he gets up.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Cia interjects, but she looks away when I roll my eyes at her. The need to put me in my place is clear on her face, yet she swallows it back and displays her acquiesce with a stiff nod.
Leaning closer, I lick the shell of her ear and whisper, “May I, mistress?” Loving that she shudders, and the way her eyes become hooded.
“You may,” she primly states. Then she straightens in her seat, looking as regal as ever. “Don’t be long.” She winks, taking the bite out of her demand and I blow her a kiss.
Accepting Arthur’s offer, I leave the area with him and no one else. It might not be the best decision to walk around unprotected like this, but for whatever reason I really do feel he’s worthy of my trust.
Hindsightisacruelmistress, much like myself—at least if Liam’s inner turmoil is anything to go by. He may think he’s hiding it, but I see the dark look he gets in his eyes when something reminds him of my regrettable words—words I’d hoped we’d moved on from, but clearly not.
It’s not as if I can blame him, he has every right to be mad at me. What the hell was I thinking? In the moment I thought I was being clever by telling them I’d choose—not that I ever could.
I would love to say it wasn’t a threat. That would be nothing but a shallow lie, though. Why can’t he see that I would never follow through with it? That I couldn’t? These men are mine, I’m as certain of that as I am of my own name.
So why did you feel the need to belittle them and throw your weight around?The snarky voice in the back of my mind is as unwelcome as it’s right. Even if it wasn’t my intention—what I thought I was doing—it’s still exactly what I did.
Rather than stay and fight for them as I always have, I left.
Literally.
Got into the elevator and left after basically telling them how to behave. What kind of person even does that?
I suppress a sigh and swallow down my bruised ego and hurt feelings as I think of how devastated Liam looked tonight at the gala. He didn’t want to be there, that much was clear. What I don’t know is whether his disdain was for the function, or for being at my side.
Turning in Kai’s arms, I drink him in. He looks so young, so peaceful as he sleeps. His dark eyelashes are fanned across the top of his pronounced cheeks, and his full mouth is slightly parted. The way the moonlight shines through a gap in the curtains gives him an otherworldly look. Unable to resist the pull I feel towards him, I swipe some errant strands of hair away from his forehead before kissing his nose.
My heart contracts as his lips pull downwards and before I can prepare myself for what I know is to come, he calls out, “Nadia. Nadia, come back!” His cry turns into mumbling as he tightens his hold on me, and I let him pull me closer.
“It’s just a nightmare,” I coo, trying to calm him. There’s nothing I can do, I already know this from experience. His nightmares have to run their course on their own. Hating how helpless and crestfallen I feel, I wind my arms around his neck and cover his lips with mine. “Come back to me,” I whisper.
The broken sound that comes from him makes my heart ache, and tears gather in my eyes as I see some trail down his cheeks. “Why didn’t you wait for me?” There’s so much anguish in his voice as he voices the question I’m sure torments him every day.
As though I’ve been stroked by the feather of Phoibos Apollo’s magical Phoenix—the mythological bird that’s said to be reborn from its ashes—my body feels like it’s overheating. Freeing my arm, I intend to move away from Kai, who feels like he’s burning against me. My body isn’t up for that, and instead acts on its own accord, snuggling impossibly closer.
I align us perfectly—my breasts against his chest, and the length of his hardness pressing into my stomach. “Kai.” His name comes out like I’ve been running and can’t catch my breath.
“Nadia,” he moans in answer, and I frown as a part of me wants to pull away and hide.
When he brings a hand up and palms my tit, a tsunami of need awakens inside me. Rather than doing the sensible thing, namely, pull away, I maneuver him onto his back and crawl on top of him, positioning my cunt on top of his hardness.
I put my hands on his chest to steady myself as I begin to rock back and forth on him, swirling and undulating my hips in a manic rhythm that’s driven by a need so deep it’s as though my chest cavity has been breached by one of Eros’ arrows.
The Greek god of passion and erotism is known to incite desire in mortals, bringing on irrepressible feelings that can’t be fought or suppressed—only carried out. And right now I don’t feel in control of myself.
My folds are spread, cocooning Kai’s dick, and with each movement, the head bumps against my clit—sending my pleasure higher and higher. I bite my lip to keep quiet as the inferno inside me is building, waiting to be set free.
Kai moves his hands to my ass and squeezes the soft globes, drawing a loud moan from me. His eyelids flutter, making me think he’s close to waking up. The thought of having him awaken while inside me has me smiling, and I push myself up on my knees so I can align his wet tip with my slick core. I’m not in the mood to take it slow, so I slam down and take him all the way inside my wet heat.
“Mhmm… just like that.” Kai’s low groan is music to my ears.
I move my hands to my tits, none-too-gently pinching and rolling my pert nipples as I bounce on his cock. “Kai?” I moan, wanting to see if he is awake.
