“S-sure,” I stammer awkwardly.
It’s clear they don’t want to leave, but Vito manages to shepherd my brothers from the room after the Drakos family leaves. Carmy stops right next to Kratos, not even looking at him.
“Watch yourself, Greek,” he growls quietly. “You so much as make her nervous and I’ll rip you in half.”
“I somehow doubt that.”
Carmine’s jaw clenches as he turns toward Kratos. “Do we have a problem—”
“Carmy,” I say quietly. He glances at me, then glares at Kratos.
“Mind your fucking manners, is all,” he mutters to Kratos before striding out the door and slamming it shut behind him.
Then we’re alone.
The seconds tick by. I squirm under Kratos’ gaze, and all I can think about is earlier tonight. All I see when I look at him are my own sins, my own twisted, fucked-up desires.
“Dirty girl,” he growls under his breath.
I tremble as he starts to walk toward me.
“Don’t—
“Don’t what,” he rumbles, prowling closer.
“Don’t touch me,” I whisper, quivering as he comes to a stop, looming over me, smirking darkly down into my face.
“The rest of them aren’t here anymore, babygirl,” he murmurs. “And you didn’t seem to mind me…touching you…earlier.”
My face throbs with heat. I squirm under his piercing eyes.
“That… That was different.”
“Oh, I agree.”
I shiver as he leans down, his lips brushing my ear.
“I had much more room to chase you earlier,” he murmurs. “More room to get your pulse quivering under your skin, to get the sweet scent of your fear and excitement going, and to make your tight little cunt nice and wet for me.”
Jesus.
My thighs, clearly having a mind of their own, clamp together. My pulse sizzles through my veins as I swallow miserably.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask. “Punishment?”
He tilts his head slightly to the side in that way I already know so well, his eyes eviscerating me.
“Maybe.”
I tremble. “I thought you already did that.”
He smiles wickedly. “If you think ‘punishment’ is me making your little pussy cream all over my fingers and my tongue, than we have wildly different opinions on the definition.”
My face throbs with heat.
“So chasing me wasn’t enough?”
His lips curl. “Not so far.”
“And, and…”
“And what, babygirl,” he rumbles lowly.
“And…the other stuff.”
Kratos smirks. “Other stuff? Would you care to elaborate?”
My cheeks simmer. “No.”
“Oh, you mean when I pinned you down, shredded your fucking soaked panties off you, and then fucked you with the hilt of my knife while you inhaled my cock like a greedy little slut.”
Holy fucking hell.
“Or perhaps you mean when you swallowed my cum and then came all over my chin.”
Every inch of my skin pulses with wicked heat.
“For the record, babygirl, I’m not doing this at all. This was Ares’ call.”
