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)
A fucking prick.
Yes.
Yes.
That is the plan.
I have to remember that I’m not truly Apollo Godwin. I’m the villain. The bad guy. I’m the bad twin. The killer twin. The dark side of the duo.
And Daphne is not my wife.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Daphne
I wake up in the middle of the night, with the sharp chill in the air and dread pumping through my veins. I don’t want to hear his heavy breathing as he sleeps or feel amiss for not being in that bed with him. I want to escape. Leave him and his family forever. And God help me… I want to fuck him. Fuck him hard over and over again.
Is it possible to want both at the same time?
A moment of peace as he sleeps. A moment of safety as his arm lays draped over the edge of the bed which is never how he used to sleep. He used to be a back sleeper. Clearly Olympus Manor has changed him.
It’s changed him so much.
The full moon casts a powerful beam of light into the room—bouncing off the metal of the bars of my cage—only illuminating my harsh reality. I am a captive in a family manor with my captor who is also my husband. I have only myself to hold on to, even though my strength is fading. A strength turning into a pool of thick dark weakness, threatening to strangle me in despair.
Fuck Apollo. Fuck him and the rest of the Godwins straight to hell. And yet, as he sleeps, I remember small glimpses of his humanity. There are many. He’s given me small peeks, as of late, into his soul that shows he isn’t all black inside. There’s something in his eyes I’ve never noticed before.
“Apollo?” I whisper, breaking the silence of the room. I look through the bars at his face as he sleeps. He looks so peaceful, gentle, and even kind. This is not the rough man who punished me repeatedly then took me without so much as an ask. This sleeping man is not a monster. Or is he? Maybe he’s just a beast in slumber. “Apollo,” I say again a little louder.
His eyes flutter open. “You should be asleep,” he says in a scratchy voice.
“Am I going to die?” My question is direct, blunt, but it can’t be held back any longer. I have to know the truth.
“Go to sleep.”
“Are you planning on killing me?”
“No.”
“Then keeping me in a cage as your pet forever instead?”
“Would you rather I kill you?” He takes a calming breath. “Did my discipline earlier not teach you anything? You should be afraid of me, not poking the bear. Go back to sleep. The sun’s not up yet.” He says the words, but his eyes linger on me hungrily. I see how he looks at my bare pussy and my exposed nipples. I can sense the intensity in his stare, almost feel the heat of his body even from afar.
“But your family still wants me dead, right?” I ask. “I seriously doubt any of them have changed their mind. You’ve never stood up to them before.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know,” he says.
“I know that when it comes to Troy Godwin, no one, not even you or your siblings, go against his wishes.” I pause and then add, “And I know I made an awful mistake. One that your father, your sister, your brother, and maybe even you, will never forgive.”
He sighs deeply and repositions his body where I see the last bits of moon light highlighting every curve of every muscle. “Did you really want to see me in jail forever?”
I shake my head. “I gave little thought before I acted. I was just so hurt. I wanted to make you hurt. And I felt so trapped and weak. And I didn’t want to be weak any longer. So I asked myself what Athena would do, and well…that’s how I decided to betray you and Medusa.” I grab hold of the bars and press my face closer. “And when your brother took the fall for it, I really wanted to step in and confess, but the tidal wave had already hit. I didn’t see a way to fix it. I froze. I became immobile to do or say anything. I took the cowardly way out and just remained quiet. I thought if anyone could get out of this mess, it was Ares Godwin, and I needed to step back and allow him and the Godwins to do what they did best, which is fix anything. I feared I’d only mess it up further. Your brother was a powerful man. I respected him. Feared him. But more than anything, I had grown to love him as a family member. He was always kind to me. To be honest, he was the only Godwin who even tried to make an effort. I’m sorry he’s gone. I’d love to apologize to him and beg for his forgiveness, as I’m doing to you.”