“Wait, the pizza’s on my lap!” I shouted as that familiar pull of our bond yanked me after him.
I’d had both hands on the pizza box, trying to set it on the bed, when I’d been pulled to my feet against my will.
Cronus turned back to face me just as the robe flew completely open.
His eyes flared a deep blue and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he took in my naked form.
I froze, unmoving, letting my tits and all the other stuff just … hang out.
If he didn’t want to kiss me, then this wouldn’t bother him.Right?
#ImEvil #PayBackIsABitch
I placed a confident hand on my hip. “Nice one. I told you to stop.”
His eyes were having a very, very, hard time staying on my face.
“Sorry ... I forgot about the bond,” he mumbled. “Now ... cover up.” The bottom of his robe was growing, and I grinned. It wouldn’t have surprised me if the dude’s dick produced gold. It was already beyond belief.
“Oh, come on,” I gestured to my naked form. “It’s just a woman’s body. I’m sure you’ve seen hundreds.”
His chest was heaving up and down, like he could barely contain himself. I liked the effect I was having on him, and even though this was a little more forward than I’d usually act, I didn’t care.
#YOLO
The door banged again. “Sir? It’s the concierge.”
Cronus finally let his eyes drop to my tits. “Cover those up. Now.”
With a sigh, I closed the robe and retied it. “Sure thing,bigguy.”
Cronus was going to learn what happened when you rejected me. I was going to make him fucking beg for it. Because one way or another, we were having sex. I could see it in his eyes. He wanted it as badly as I did. If not more. I would make him say it, scream it.
“Maisey!” he snarled, pulling me out of my glorious sex fantasy.
I stumbled forward, remembering I needed to be closer to him so he could open the door.
“Coming,” I shouted, no pun intended.
After grabbing the stuff from the concierge, Cronus informed me that he was taking a cold shower and stalked off.
“Hah. I’ve got him right where I want him,” I told Hound, rubbing behind his ears while he shoved his giant face into my hand.
After Cronus showered, it was my turn. I took the longest, hottest shower in the world and it was glorious. The damn plague had been on me and I needed to sanitize myself. When I was finally out and dressed, we dumped out the contents of the rest of the concierge items.
“Yay, a new phone!” I grabbed the iPhone case and ripped it open. I’d long lost mine, somewhere in the eternal spring no doubt. Cronus had told me to get whatever I needed, so I did. Along with a Gucci leather backpack, two lace bras, thongs, skinny jeans, shorts, cargos, and a bunch of crop tops. And a toiletry kit with makeup.
“Did you get anything warm?” Cronus’ gaze raked up and down my outfit. I’d chosen the dark wash skinny jeans, white crop top that showed a good slice of my tummy, and some practical tennis shoes.
I shrugged. “I’ll be fine.”
Cronus shook his head at me before looking at Hound. “Hey, buddy, you think you can do one of those lineage tracker spells?”
Hound whimpered and backed up into the wall.
Cronus frowned. “I know they hurt a little, but we need to find Hyperion.”
Hound looked from Cronus to me before his huge head dropped and he stepped forward.
