Page 87 of Ruin

Well, me at least.

A voice in the back of my head is yelling that this is a bad idea.

I hit the mute button on that and just focus on touch and taste and need.

Zeus’s touch.

His taste.

And my need for him.

It’s raging. Wild. Burning like an inferno.

We crash into the wall.

He pushes my skirt up around my hips.

I wrap my leg around his, pressing myself against him, needing to be touching every single part of him.

Just…needing him. Right. Fucking. Now.

He growls and grabs hold of my ass, lifting me.

I wrap my legs around his waist.

His tongue plunders my mouth. I match him stroke for stroke.

My fingers wind in his hair and yank.

He chuckles a dark sound against my lips. It’s so familiar to me, I could weep.

“You want me to fuck you, Dove?”

I stare at him through heavily lidded eyes. “What do you think?”

He puts his mouth to my ear. Lips grazing my skin. “I think you want me to fuck you against this wall. Hard and deep.”

Jesus Christ.

Always so good at the dirty talk.

“Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me how much you want my cock inside you.” His hands tighten on me. Fingers biting into my ass.

His eyes come back to mine, and I stare into them. Eyes that are cloudy with lust. For me. Seeing Zeus like this always gave me such a high. Knowing the sexual power I had over him was thrilling.

It still is.

I lean forward and touch my nose to his. My stare on him never wavering. “Stop talking. And just fuck me.”

His eyes flash a seductive promise.

I feel his fingers curl into the waistband of my panties. Then, I hear the telltale snap of elastic and feel the thrill-inducing cool air hit my heated parts.

I don’t let him know I like it though. I might want him. But I’m not going easy on him. No way.

“They were my favorite.” I scowl at him.

“I’ll buy you some new ones.”