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“You’re still hard.” I don’t know why I say it. It doesn’t matter that I can feel his cock pressed against me. It’s thegunI should be more worried about. It’s like the events of the last hour or so have broken me, taking what little self-preservation I still had.
“Orpheus?”
“Get back in the car,” Charon barks.
Eurydice ignores him. She climbs out of the car barefoot without any pants on. She’s stopped to shrug into his shirt, but that’s it. She pushes her hair back from her face, a frown pulling her brows together. “What are you doing here?”
“Eurydice.”
I ignore the warning in his voice and answer. “I came to apologize.” Each word causes the gun to dig into my jaw. Maybe he really will kill me. The threat of death should worry me, but it’s as if my brain broke. Shock, maybe, though I thought shock only came from traumatic events.
This fits the bill.
“Charon,” she snaps, tone harder than I’ve ever heard her speak. “You arenotgoing to murder my ex-boyfriend. Put the gun away.”
He hesitates long enough that I think he might shoot me and be done with it, but he finally shoves away from me with a curse. Honestly, it’s not better. Because now I can see him…can seethem. I don’t miss the fact that Charon steps between me and Eurydice. He seems completely unbothered that he’s naked standing on the street, but then why would he be? Hades rules the lower city, and Charon is his right-hand man. There isn’t a single person on this side of the River Styx who would touch him.
I shouldn’t look. Not at her and not him, but apparently I’m a glutton for misery. When I came across the river, looking to make things right, somehow I never expected to find this.
Charon is perfectly made. As good as he looked earlier this evening, he looks even better stark naked standing barefoot on the street. The streetlight catches the sweat glistening on his muscles, and the wetness coating his cock. I can’t help staring. “You didn’t use a condom.”
“Why you—”
Eurydice catches Charon’s arm, wrapping her hands around his bulging bicep. “Charon, we can’t do this here.”
“It won’t take me long, baby. I’ll take care of this, and then we can go back to my place.” He doesn’t sound like the man I met earlier tonight. Gone is the thin veneer of control, replaced by a barely contained rage. I knew he was capable of violence; he wouldn’t have lasted long in his current position if that wasn’t the case. Hades might have the public perception of being a benevolent leader, but this is Olympus. No one in power keeps their hands clean, which means no one who serves them does either.
“Charon.”
This is it. This is where he kills me. Again, some part of me, buried deep inside, is screaming that I am far too calm about this. I don’t want to die, but I’ve spent the last nine months in misery, moving through my days in a strange sort of half life. I can’t stand the thought of one more day of it. I don’t like pain, no, but maybe it will clarify things.
At this point, it’s the only thing I haven’t tried.
But Charon doesn’t raise the gun. He doesn’t pull the trigger.Instead, he allows Eurydice to urge him back several steps. She turns him to face her and shoots me an unreadable look, and then pulls him closer to speak in low voices.
Even though it hurts, I can’t stop watching them. The way she touches him so casually. The way his hand comes to rest on the small of her back, even as his gaze tracks the area around us, searching for threats. He appears to be giving her his full attention, but I don’t think anybody could get the drop on him right now.
And he’s still fucking naked.
His back is just as impressive as his front, firm muscles with a delicious amount of softness, a thick ass, and equally thick thighs balancing him out perfectly. If I had any desire to paint these days…and maybe really did have a death wish…I might ask him to pose for me.
If we were different people, he might say yes.
If we were different people, I might try to use that opportunity to seduce him. He’s not pretty, but he’s damned magnetic.
I shake my head. I can’t help but laugh a little at the absurdity of where my thoughts have gone. I’ve always had terrible taste in men and only slightly better taste in everyone else. Eurydice was the exception to that rule, and look how that turned out.
“Orpheus.”
I blink. Eurydice has been saying my name for some time now, I think. At least her tone has an awful lot of exasperation that says this is the case. “What?”
It’s not Eurydice who answers me. “Get in the fucking car.” Charon doesn’t wait for me to answer. He just grabs the back of my neck and hauls me where he wants me to go. Eurydice barelygets the back door open in time for him to shove me inside. It’s a testament to his control that he doesn’t bash my head on the side of the car in the process.
His clothes are scattered on the floor of the back seat—both of their clothes. The whole space smells like sex. There’s a goddamn wet spot under my hand. Clearly, they had been at it for some time before I happened across them. I hate that…but there’s some part of me that can’t get the image of them fucking out of my mind. It’s a curse of being an artist, but I have an exceptionally good memory. All I have to do is close my eyes, and I can see his big hands on her body and his even bigger cock spreading her pussy wide. I’m only human; I can’t help thatmycock hardens in response.
Eurydice takes the front passenger seat, and Charon slides behind the wheel.
Still. Fucking. Naked.
