Page 70 of Invoking Ruin

I’m not entirely sure how my arm snakes around her waist. Suddenly, she’s against me, her hands on my chest as my other hand tangles in her inky hair.

“I’m not a prize, little Ruin. You won’t be able to keep me, not any more than they will.”

She squirms against me, and I bite back a groan, my cock hardening again at the sensation.

Fuck, I need her to stop that before I rip off the robe she’s wearing and make another mess.

“Dionysus,” she hisses, and I growl, burying my face against her neck. The urge to bite down, through the skin, until I taste her ichor is almost overwhelming.

Atê wants to own me. In the basest way imaginable, I want to remind her this isn’t how it goes between us. She’s mine. She’s been mine for thousands of years.

Damn her to the Void for even daring to think otherwise.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say my name,” I tell her, my teeth nipping at her ear. “Or screaming it.”

Tugging her robe open, I press my hand between her thighs, gratified when I find her pussy already wet and greedy for me. Any remaining tendrils of control slip right out of my fingers, like balloon strings caught in the wind.

“Do you think you get to keep everything, Atê?” I ask.

She shakes her head, already grinding against my hand like a desperate nymph.

“You think you get to be control?”

“Dionysus.” The way she completely loses her mind and her will the moment I put my hands on her pleases the dark parts of me. Despite her protests, despite her scheming, she knows exactly how this should go. Who should be in control.

I pull my hand away, and she whines, a desperate, needy sound.

I don’t hold back her climax, not this time. It’s not necessary. “Then get on your knees and show me.”

She blinks up at me, green eyes bloomed black. She licks her lips, as though unsure whether to fight my command or to bend to it.

She chooses obedience, sliding down my body until she kneels before me, robe falling to either side of her, giving me an open view of her breasts. Her peaked nipples turn up to me in blatant invitation, her thighs shining where her arousal smears her skin.

A picture of debauchery.

Perhaps we can make this work for us. She can have what she thinks she wants, and I can do whatever I please with her.

It isn’t really love, I tell myself. I want to possess her. I do possess her, but it isn’t the same depth of feeling I see reflected in her eyes right now.

I should feel guilty.

But she doesn’t need love, and neither do I.

Her eager hands make short work of my trousers, tugging them down. The first brush of her hot tongue on the head of my cock has me groaning. I tip my head back as she swallows me down, all wet heat.

I tighten my grip on her hair and feel her silken locks slide over my fingers. She stares up at me, the mischief back in her eyes. The drag of her tongue on the underside of my cock as she pulls back is nearly my undoing.

A calculated move. Maybe she’s not quite driven senseless by my mere presence, like I thought. But I’m not going to let her control this game between us. She wants to be mine, then I’ll take her, but it’ll be on my terms.

“Don’t choke,” I taunt her, before holding her head still and fucking her mouth.

My pace is punishing, and I know from experience that even goddesses can gag, but she holds on, her eyes never leaving my face, even as tears fill and spill over the sides. The messy sight shouldn’t turn me on so much, but I’m a god of pleasure, and it’s easy enough to feel hers now I’m attuned to it once more.

The desire coming off her is clear as day, and even as she struggles to take me down her throat, nails scoring my thighs, I haven’t crossed the line into pain.

Instead, I revel in her subjugation. I’ve brought my kidnapper to her knees.

“I told you I’d fuck your lying mouth,” I tell her, breathless. She moans, the sound vibrating up my cock, tightening my balls.

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