Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Apollo pulls me to the cage by the hair, although he isn’t being as aggressive as before. With his cum dripping down my leg, I enter the cage like the animal I am, not knowing what’s coming.
Chapter
Eighteen
Apollo
I march from one side of the hallway to the other in a frustrated fury. The woman is reckless, borderline insane, and refuses to back down.
Daphne. My brother’s wife.
A woman who has betrayed my family and should never be trusted. Taking her to Olympus to fix the problem shouldn’t be an issue. It’s black and white. Easy. At least that’s what it’s supposed to be before feelings got involved. Before we changed our dynamic of brother and sister-in-law. Why the fuck did I have sex with her? I fucked it all up because my cock got in the way. Now…well, now…she is just plain infuriating. She is a seductive, sensual, and stubborn woman. Not just a woman who I can throw over the cliff outside the manor. She’s not a nameless, soulless person. She isn’t someone I can just dispose of. I can’t define the emotions I have but they are there. Fucked up and chaotic emotions. Relationship-type emotions.
I stop pacing at the memory of spanking and fucking her, and grind my teeth, a futile attempt to fight back the craving, the desire, the need… the confusing connection.
I pace the hall again, fighting the urge to hit something. Why did she go and fuck up so badly? Why in the hell would she make such a deadly decision—knowing who this family is and what we have the power to do? She has no idea how much effort it would take to fix this and save her life—if it’s even possible with the kind of vengeance my father and sister want. No doubt Phoenix wants her dead as well, but I’m sure he’s back in his cave and none of us will hear from him for another decade or so. Athena and my father are a different story, however. They expect me to handle it. They have deadly expectations.
And yet… I haven’t killed her yet. Why? Out of everyone, I should be the one who wants revenge the most. I’ve killed for far less, and I didn’t give it a second thought if someone wronged my family. And what am I doing now rather than killing her? I’m having sex with my brother’s wife.
But then again, if I truly want to live my life as Apollo, then she is my wife. Daphne is the woman to be by my side. Sleeping in my bed.
But I don’t do relationships.
Fucked, yes.
Possessed, hell yes.
Dominated, without a doubt.
But I don’t do relationships.
So this should be another reason to just end her life and make Apollo a widower.
Drawing my hands through my hair, I suddenly realize what it is that has me so upset.
My cock wants her again. I want her again.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I storm to the kitchen and grab a cup of cold coffee from earlier. Staring out the window, I sip the sludge, wondering what the fuck I’m going to do. I’m losing my damn mind, and I need to get my shit together.
Enough is enough. I’m getting too lost in my own demons. Once I cool down and get control again, I’ll prove my demons will not control me.
But for now, I’m still fucking pissed.
Pissed at myself.
I head back to the room, determined to not let her see just how much her actions and her very presence sends me on a spiral of destruction.
I’ve never been one to lose my temper. Though I’m known—or was before I died—for being ruthless and deadly, I always acted with a level head and steady emotion. My father is known for his rage and fury. The staff of Medusa Enterprises often operate under fear rather than respect. My grandfather, on the other hand, rarely lost his control. When it came to Cronus Godwin—the true patriarch of our family—every action was meticulously thought out, and no act was out of anger. I often considered myself much like my grandfather until this very moment. Nothing could break my stone exterior. Nothing—until her.
Daphne almost got herself killed.
By my hand.
I had wanted to kill her, punish her, and then fuck her all in a span of a few minutes. The woman had made me completely lose control, and I hated myself for it.
I am not a man to lose control.
Staring into the mirror over my dresser and dabbing at the claw marks on my face with a tissue, I try not to look at Daphne crouched in the furthest corner of the cage. I need to calm down, and her very presence causes my blood to boil.
This is not how I do business. I have a plan and need to follow it to a tee. This little vixen will not change that.