Page 91 of Heir of the Beast

His muscles flex as he tries to break the vines with a series of aggressive movements.

I notice he is really trying hard to break free, and it makes me nervous. His veins in his neck show as he exhales, trying again with more power.

I need to distract him fast.

“I’m hot.”

He raises his head to see me slowly unbuttoning my cream riding jacket. His dark gaze turns animalistic as he slightly grins. “You’d better hope I do not get free, Angel.”

I swallow as my heart pounds and continue to take off my coat, revealing my sexy scarlet corset.

“I have a lot of running to do, and I’m hot, forgive me. I will send someone after you when I make it to the end. Don’t worry, dear prince.”

Apollo’s gaze widens when he sees my corset fully.

I look down and bite my lip.

The back and sides are see-through, I’ll be damned. Pierce, that dirty dog, made me a very scandalous corset. My breasts are pushed up, and I look like a vixen, ready to seduce.

I did want to have a little fun, didn’t I? It is exhilarating to have this power over him. This god-like man is at ~my~ mercy.

I walk up to him slowly and take off my hat and throw it aside, then take out my hairpins one by one. My glossy locks fall down my back gloriously, and I give him a very feline smile.

I know exactly what ~I’m~ doing now. Let’s see how he likes it.

He closes his eyes and says something.

I stop right in front of him, skin tingling and adrenaline pounding. “Do you want me to touch you, Apollo?”

“No,” comes his raspy voice.

I click my tongue. “Too bad.” My hand shakes as it unbuttons his white crisp shirt and under-armor, unzipping the contraption.

My goodness, he is glorious. His golden skin feels like granite but smooth as silk. I trail my hand over his large pecs and over his taut nipples, seeing him tense. I lick my lips and hear him groan, the sound deep and carnal.

“Untie me,” he whispers harshly.

I take a shaky breath. “No.”

He laughs and tries again to break the binds, almost scaring me. At this rate, he will do the impossible and break the damn vines.

I lean into him again and breathe into his neck, and almost groan myself. He smells so good, wild, untamed, hot. He tilts his head back, and I can’t help but taste him.

I feel him still trying to break the binds, but I don’t care. I just want to taste him for just a second. I mean, it’s only fair.

I suck on his neck and hear a rumble in his throat, spurring me on. I kiss down his chest, over every deep ripple and delicious dip.

His abs are out of this world, and I lick over every sharp ridge until I get to his pants—the man V.

I glance up, and he is breathing hard, his massive chest rising and falling rapidly. Apollo’s eyes squeeze shut as if he is in pain, but I know better.

I stand up and whisper in his ear, my tongue licking him. “You look uncomfortable.” My hand touches him through his tight pants, and he groans again, opening his eyes.

“Untie me,” he barely says.

I swallow, never having seen so much desire in someone’s gaze. A few strands of hair are in his face, and he is breathing hard.

“I will send someone back for you,” I say, feeling like I poked the lion a bit too hard this time.

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