Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
And yet it was indeed happening.
We were still in the tavern, the ARM was looking rather stoic on a table just a few feet away from us, whilst I...
I was flat on my back on another table, fingers gripping the edges as Hadrian pounded into my body with deep, forceful thrusts, and no one...absolutely no one was looking at us!
Who could've thought one of Hadrian's powers as a natural-born Olympian included being able to make himself and whoever else he wanted invisible when on Mt. Olympus? And of all the things to use such powers for...who would've thought someone as sensible as the Lord of the Underworld would use them to get away with public sex?
The part of me that wanted to be a respectable LOTUS was thinking this was a completely bad idea that could only backfire one way or another. But the part of me that was all slut woman, well...
A moan slipped past my lips when Hadrian suddenly hauled me up, and my legs locked around his waist just as his mouth latched to my breast. He started suckling on my nipple, and a shudder rocked my body. All I could do was hold on to my husband's broad shoulders as his enormous cock drove harder and faster inside of me.
"I'm about to cum," Hadrian rasped, and just hearing him say the words was like having something inside of me switch on, and all I could do was dig my nails deep into his back—-
"Hadrian."
My body convulsed around him, and Hadrian groaned, his hands tightening around the cheeks of my ass as he felt me cum. A moment later, and he was hammering into me harder and faster than ever, his cock filling me up with his hot, thick seed.
SPIRO NEARLY TRIPPED over his own feet in his hurry to reach us, having seen Hadrian and I rejoin the others at the table after our, um, moment of "privacy". The boy might have been awestruck in my presence earlier, but with Hadrian, Spiro's reaction was at a whole new level of dazzled. He looked ready to kneel and worship at Hadrian's feet as my husband spoke to him, and as I watched the two interact, the term that the ARM had used earlier immediately came to mind.
Legendary.
It was how everyone seemed to think of Hadrian, and to be married to such a man...
Hadrian caught me staring at him and raised a brow. "What is it?"
"I was just thinking about Persephone," I confessed, "and how it would feel if I were in her shoes, with everyone knowing I was once married to the most incredible man...and everyone also knowing that man is no longer mine. It's a difficult pill to swallow to say the least, so I guess...it's understandable, why she's being bitter and vengeful—-" The ARM cut me off with their groans, and I stared at them in confusion. "What?"
Aeacus gave me a pained look. "Where is the meanness you promised us, milady?"
"Oh." I tried thinking of an excuse but my mind was a complete blank. "Shit."
The ARM sighed, and I grimaced when they went even further by shaking their collective heads at me.
"I just forgot myself for a moment," I said defensively. "A moment!"
"Indeed, milady," Minos agreed. "In that one moment, you had revealed your true colors—-"
"No, I didn't! What you saw was a...a lapse. But the truth is, I'm only occasionally kind. Most of the time, however, I'm really mean and bitchy and...and..." I looked at Hadrian hopefully. "You believe me, don't you? That I can be incredibly and excessively mean if I need to?"
My husband only smiled...and then wisely changed the subject after that, saying, "A decision has been made regarding your case."
I knew when I was being purposely distracted, but since being LOTUS meant one must always focus on more important things...
"Am I still being sued?"
"Persephone is adamant about not settling for mediation or arbitration of any kind."
"It's my first time to be at the receiving end of a lawsuit," I reminded my husband. "So can we just stick to yes or no?"
"It is, unfortunately, a yes."
"Shit."
"We have also been asked to submit counter-evidence—-"
"Whoa." I was more confused than mad. "That makes me sound like I've broken some kind of law." And while I might be occasionally easy to distract, even I would've known if I had done something that could get me arrested. Persephone might not think I'm goddess material, but so what? Since when did not being "divine" enough become a crime?
"Persephone's counsel has managed to turn the whole thing on its ear," Hadrian said rather grimly, "and we are now dealing with a quo warranto."
I bit back a groan. It had taken me two whole books before I could even understand why Persephone kept harping about deus ex machina, and now we had another new Latin term to tackle?