Page 78 of Heir of the Beast

I fight a smile.

He is so charming with this innocent act that my defenses start to fall. He is teasing me in the most addicting way.

“Can we continue our game?”

I laugh. “Why do you want me as a wife?”

Apollo walks over to the couch and sits down, his large frame taking up most of it. “Why do I want you? That’s a loaded question.” He tilts his head as he looks me up and down.

“Because you’re different from the others. Mysterious, passionate, with the most seductive eyes I have ever beheld. I know you have secrets, that there is more to you than you’re letting on, but I still want you as my wife.”

He pauses and smiles. “I always want the best. I am the best at everything, and that will never change. I need a woman to match me in every way.”

“You’re taunting me.”

His eyes are alight with mischief.

I try to glare at him, not wanting to get caught in his snare. “I see.”

He sits up on the couch. “You need help undressing?”

I bite my lip to keep from grinning. “No.”

He groans. “Hurry, woman.”

I sit down on the couch across from him and hike up my sparkling skirts. He watches my hands like I’m defusing a bomb.

I expose my thighs, where my lace stockings show, and I think I hear him say something.

“Higher.”

I raise a brow, my pulse jumping.

“Let me help,” he suggests with a gruff tone.

I think I nod.

Apollo is in front of me before I can even blink my eyes. His large frame is now pushing my legs apart, and he is kneeling between my thighs.

“I think you’re cheating,” I say breathlessly.

His platinum hair is in wild disarray, and mixed with his abnormal eyes, it’s lethal. A dangerous concoction for the female libido.

He is so close I can smell the wild scent of him. The heat from his body is almost burning me. I take a shaky breath, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I know this is checkmate.

I suck in a sharp breath when I feel his lips on my neck, jaw, then down to my cleavage. My head falls back, and I am in a different time and place—a place where only intense bliss is felt.

Apollo grabs the back of my head, and his hot mouth claims mine aggressively. I don’t back down, and I meet every sweep of his tongue in my mouth. He tastes delicious, like dark red wine.

Our mouths mold and move in a seductive dance that has me out of my mind with desire. I hear him groan into my mouth as he pulls me closer to him.

“Shirt!” I pull back and shout before his mouth scorches a trail down my neck. “Take y-your shirt off.”

I hear him laugh. “So bossy,” he whispers. “You owe me a question, Angel,” he breathes into my neck as his tongue swirls around my pulse.

I can barely think, let alone answer a question.

If I didn’t know any better, I would say he’s taking advantage of me.

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