I hesitated, caught in the silver web of his gaze.
He wrapped his huge hand around my delicate neck and squeezed. “You want me, little girl? You want the man who’ll always right your wrongs with blood and teach you all’a the dark ways of life, includin’ how to take a cock and make it come? Who’ll tell you what to do to please him and expect you to obey?”
My eyes flashed rebelliously but I knew he felt me swallow hard against his grip.
I was terrified of him like this, a man turned volcanic with rage.
There was no getting around the sheer masculine power of his enormous frame or, beyond that, the cold intelligence that lurked at the depths of his blade-grey eyes. It didn’t help that I’d just seen him peel a strip of skin off the back of a man’s hand with his Swiss Army knife as if he was casually peeling a carrot.
Yes, I was terrified of Zeus Garro, and rightly so.
The little girl who’d been drawn to his dark spirit now understood as a woman the violent realities of it.
But that fear pooled between my thighs like a hot tide that ebbed and throbbed with the tempo of his temper.
I was a woman now and that seed of intrigue had blossomed into something darker, edgier; a desire that was watered with danger and fertilized by fear.
And he was dangerous with fury now. Angry with the men who’d wronged him, angry with the Nightstalkers for fucking with him and his kin, angriest with me for being seventeen years old, off-limits and constantly in his face.
“You get me,” he murmured darkly, reading my thought through my hammering pulse under his thumb. “You want to get up on this counter and offer your sweet, wet cunt to me. Open up those golden thighs nice and wide under that little skirt so I can see exactly what it is you’re offerin’ me. I’ll teach you to touch that pretty pussy for me until you’re so wet I can smell it, then you’ll come exactly when I tell you to, and we’ll see if you’re good enough to be mine.”
“Yes,” I hissed, tipping my head back in his grip like a beta wolf submitting to her Alpha.
With one hand at my throat and the other at my ass, he hefted me on the counter and grinned that wicked grin. “Open wide.”
I stretched my thighs open as far as the counter would let me and swallowed thickly again as he flipped up my skirt to expose the seam of my slit, overstuffed with a swollen clit and plump, glistening lips.
“Spread yourself open for me,” he ordered as he took a step back, crossed his thick arms over his thick chest and leaned a hip against the counter to watch me with half-lidded but fervent eyes.
I used two fingers to hold myself open for him, feeling the heat of his eyes on the wet pink skin like a physical touch.
“Two fingers on your clit, gentle circles so it stands up nice and high for me.”
“Oh God.”
“You feel you’ve gotta pray to get through this ’fore I give you the okay to come, you do that, little girl,” he drawled. “Now dip one of those little fingers into that tight cunt but careful not to break the seal. My cock’ll do that soon enough.”
Holy fuck, he was fire and I was wax, melting under his attentions. My wetness trickled under my ass and onto the counter.
“Harder on your clit, another finger in your pussy,” he told me a minute later.
My eyes closed as I tossed my head back. It was too much, his voice coiled around me like wicked bondage, my fingers attached to puppet strings he maneuvered over my sticky flesh.
“Eyes on me,” he barked.
I opened them with effort but was rewarded by the sight of him palming the huge bulge in his black jeans. My mouth opened and my tongue darted into the air as if I could taste him.
His lids fell even lower, his voice a deep rumble as he said, “You come for me really pretty, Lou, I’ll reward you with my cock next time we play.”
“What if I want it now?” I dared to ask.
I watched his eyes flare open then sink back down. “You want me, you do what I tell you to do, little girl.”
A full body shudder ripped through me.
He stalked closer and leaned down to stare at my pussy like I was some interesting painting on display in a gallery. I watched him watch my fingers churn through my juicy pussy and knew I was close to coming.
So did Zeus.
“You can come whenever,” he muttered then blew a cool gust of air over my clit, leaned forward and gave it a short, wide lick with the flat of his tongue.