For a moment, I consider it—like the idiot she seems to make me. Instead, I force myself to take a step back. Just because my body still wants her doesn’t mean she deserves another chance. “Go fuck yourself.”
“Damn. Fucking you just sounds so much better, though,” she whines.
“Why are you really here, Adrestia?”
She sighs. “I was just passing by the area and scented you.”
“You scented my arousal and what? Figured you’d try to weasel your way back into my life by offering to fuck me and essentially ‘scratch my itch’? That’s low. Even for you,” I say, venom dripping from every word.
Adrestia scoffs and crosses her arms. “You can’t tell me we weren’t good together.”
“You’re right. I can’t. But I can say that you’re not worth the pain of having my heart ripped out again. Unless…” I trail off, not really knowing where I was going with that thought.
Her eyebrow rises. “Unless what?”
“Just fuck off, Adrestia. I don’t want you anywhere near me. Go work your case,” I snap.
“So testy. You must be hungry. I can help you with that, too.”
I snarl. “I’m not fucking hungry; I just want you to leave me the fuck alone. Forever, preferably.”
She rolls her eyes. “Well, I’ll be in the area for a bit. Maybe I’ll see you before we inevitably go our separate ways again. Just know I can help with some needs if you’d like me to.”
Then she’s off, and my pulse is racing. I really need to get fucked. And never to think about her again.
Chapter three
Iswore I felt eyes on me when I dropped my glamour in the bathroom; that’s why I put it back up so fast. It absolutely upset my snakes, but my gaze is instantly lethal in my gorgon form. In my human form, it takes at least a little longer to turn someone to stone.
Then, like the idiot I am, I looked out the window for a few minutes, almost as if I was hoping to find someone out there. Being trapped for so long, I’ve craved attention. The men who guard me will look at my body when I have it on display, which is often, because I love it when people look at me.
Only one has ever had the nerve to touch me, though. His name was Calen, and that night was the best night of my life. My father didn’t appreciate my putting his guard in danger, though. He was worried Calen would’ve looked into my eyes and I would’ve killed him. So, to punish me for my irresponsibility, he killed Calen and put him on display outside my window forat least a week. Not only did he want me to understand the consequences of my actions, but he wanted the other guards to know what would happen if they ever tried to touch me again.
My father has been gone for several decades now, and the guards who’ve stuck around still refuse to give in to my advances. It doesn’t stop me from giving anyone who’s watching a show, though.
After I’m dried off, I climb into bed, not bothering with clothes. I love the feel of silk sheets against my bare skin. But I can’t get comfortable because my clit is still throbbing. That orgasm in the shower wasn’t nearly enough to satiate me. I toss and turn, trying to ignore it. To my dismay, every time I change positions, it puts more friction on my clit. There really are days when I wish someone were around who’d fuck me.
With a groan, I reach over to my nightstand and pull out my favorite vibrator—good ole pinky. I’m amazed this thing still works with as long as I’ve had it. Lying on my back, I slip the toy under the covers and position it at my slick entrance. My pussy flutters in anticipation.
Just when I’m about to slide the toy inside me, the shadows in the corner of my room shift, and I stop everything. I lock my eyes on the area, watching to see if someone is in there watching me. The shadows disperse, and out walks one of my guards, Merric, with his eyes cast down.
He’s stunning—freakishly tall and super muscular, with blonde hair and intense blue eyes. I’ve had my eye on him since he started working for my father nearly a century ago. But he’d just started working for my father when Calen was killed, so he’s barely paid me any attention over the years. I wonder what he’s doing in my room now.
I sit up and allow my comforter to drop to my waist. My breasts are on full display for him to ogle. As expected, his eyescome up to stare at them. Excitement courses through me, and my nipples pebble.
“Do you like what you see?” I ask, shoving the comforter off me and rising to my knees so I’m completely uncovered.
A growl rumbles in his chest. “As a matter of fact, I do. I’ve always been warned not to touch you, but there’s no one else here, so how would they know if I took a quick taste?”
I lick my lips and crawl to the edge of the bed near him. “I’ll give you more than just a taste if that’s what you want.”
He lifts me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist, his hard length rubbing against my clit. Our mouths collide in a messy kiss, but he’s pulling away all too fast when he lays me down on the bed. As he stands, his gaze locks between my splayed legs, and my pussy flutters, showing off for him.
“You’re already so wet,” he says, voice husky. Then he spots my vibrator lying next to me and raises a brow. “Did I interrupt something?”
“I hadn’t quite started yet, so you came at the perfect time.”
A smile spreads across his face as he drops to his knees. “Glad I can be of service.”
