“And after that?”
“I think you know the answer.”
Yes, I did and in truth, I didn’t need or want to hear him say it. This wasn’t reality. This was merely a fantasy fulfilled. “Understood.” I no longer recognized my voice and not from an attempt to disguise it.
“Then is that what you want, what you’re willing to give? All of you without hesitation?”
He finally lifted his gaze, capturing my eyes with his.
“Yes.”
CHAPTER 5
Jaxon
In the world where dangerous men learned to take nothing for granted, playing games was part of the political scenario. Perhaps even more so than acts of violence. There wasn’t a powerful leader of any sort who didn’t enjoy mastering chess or even poker, and not only for sheer entertainment.
Then there was the art of playing cat and mouse. Usually with a traitor on the run. Even I’d enjoyed allowing them to believe they’d managed to escape, stalking and hunting for no other reason than my enjoyment. Plus, the capture and extermination were that much sweeter.
Using a masquerade party as a method of role playing was more satisfying than I’d believed possible. For all the costume parties held at Indulgence, I’d never bothered to attend other than to ensure that security was tight.
Pretending that I wasn’t a member of the Prince family if only for one night certainly had its perks. Namely with the woman I’d chosen to be with. It was nothing against the femalepersuasion as I adored the hell out of their laughter and smiles, their voluptuous figures and the long eyelashes batting away when desires were put to the test. However, once my surname was brought into the conversation along with the term eligible bachelor, in my experience I’d had women go from disapproval to planning the wedding.
With this beautiful goddess, I could be any damn thing I wanted. And, as an added benefit, I could also allow my dominating side to slip free of the chains I kept him under. The perfect Aphrodite seemed a willing partner.
Which was why a mere touch of her heated skin had driven my cock to full attention and kept it there. She had that kind of effect on me. She knew it but didn’t act as if she had any intention of using it against me.
Or to get what she wanted. Either that or she was very happy with playing the subservient role.
While I doubted she’d ever call herself a submissive, her eagerness to please me was a powerful thing. She kept her palms against the glass, studying my reflection. With her chest rising and falling from the delicious combination of trepidation and eager anticipation, I was surprised I was willing to take as much time as I’d already done in achieving personal satisfaction. Perhaps her eagerness was a tempting aphrodisiac, much like her scent had intoxicated me the moment she’d been within feet of me.
I could only wonder if she had any idea how much of a draw she’d become. After taking a deep breath, I rolled my fingers down her arm, savoring the rise of prickles on her naked skin.
She was truly a beautiful specimen of a woman, hard bodied as a dancer yet with just the right number of curves to fit my hands perfectly.
My mouth watered continuously from the taste of her sweet pussy. The nectar of the gods.
I’d never been accused of taking my time when exploring a woman’s body. That wasn’t how I was wired. I’d always told myself that the reason had everything to do with business and the dangers surrounding it.
Women. Children. Even pets were considered weakness. Much like gambling or being hooked on any drug or alcohol. Weaknesses were exploited and used by enemies, often in blackmailing scams.
What member of the Prince family hadn’t dug deep into a man’s filthiest proclivities? Those who managed to mask their needs at all times were the lucky ones. Those who openly expressed their hungers were the targeted ones.
Those irresponsible enough to fall in love were the broken ones.
Not something I allowed myself to be.
But again, in using the masks as a way of guarding and protecting my identity, I’d allowed myself the rare enjoyment of savoring… patience. What a novel thought. Plus, with Aphrodite’s hourglass figure and long legs, I could spend hours learning every inch of her body, every nuance and even what made her tick.
Tsk. Tsk.
This wasn’t the start of something. This was a pleasurable blip in time.
When I slipped my hand between her legs, I couldn’t lie to myself any longer. I was losing that concept of patience very quickly around her. It would seem the razor-thin line of remaining conscientiousness was overrated.
A quick chuckle was met with a flash of her eyes. She’d questioned my motives all night, studying me for signs of danger. I’d learned much about human psyche over the years, educating myself in the reasons for why people made certain choices. Doing so had come in handy in dealing with enemies. With her, I was able to smell her fear. Not of me as much as of the unknown.
She’d been hurt before. What I couldn’t decipher—and was none of my goddamn business—was whether it was from being jilted or something much worse. Whatever the situation, her nerves hadn’t prevented her from accepting my terms. I’d given her more than one out.
