Page 144 of Heir of the Beast

I reach up and start taking pins out of my hair, still swaying with my imaginary song. My glossy hair falls down my back, and I give it a shake before I resume my seductive singing, humming.

Apollo looks intense and on ~fire.~

His chest is rising and falling, mouth hanging slightly open.

I smile and lock eyes with him, swaying.

Apollo runs a hand down his face like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. His gaze travels down the length of me. The man is on the edge. Just a couple more pushes and he’s mine.

I hum as I walk over to the massive four-poster bed. I test out the sturdiness of the columns and deem them durable. I sing suddenly and glance back at him, giving him a catlike grin.

This is a lot of fun, seducing the sexiest man alive.

“You’re trying to seduce me?” he asks, wiping his mouth.

I bite my lip and grab onto the post, casually swinging around it. “Never would I think it.” That makes me smile at him clearly being uncomfortable in the best way.

This is working better than I thought, and I’ve just started.

Adrenaline pounds in my veins at his predatory expression as he watches me, his hands grasping a dresser, knuckles white. That will only hold him for so long. I beam to myself.

Pierce hooked it up for me. I can feel garters under my dress which I do not think is custom here. I think Pierce gave me some Earthly fashion to take down Apollo.

“It won’t work.” His voice is husky. “I want you to tell me who the hell you are.”

Not working?

I almost giggle.

~Silly man.~

This dress is way too ballgown-y to swing around a pole and not have an epic fail. My hands slowly move over my breasts and down to my waist, circling around to my back.

I doubt girls are this bold here ~ever.~

Apollo makes a harsh noise, but I delightfully ignore him. No going back after this. He has not seen anything yet. I’m about to rock his world.

I’m not wearing a bra, so I will be dancing topless with my thong and garter. My pulse is beating so fast I can barely hear myself think.

Which is good—no thinking, just reacting.

I start to unzip my dress and open my eyes, locking them with his, slightly licking my ruby lips. He gives me a warning look—~don’t do it~. I don’t stop and he takes a slow step toward me as if to scare me into stopping.

“Angel,” he hisses, pleads. “Don’t.”

Not a chance.

I turn around and let the dress fall to the ground, shimmying out of it, giving him a view of my tone, apple bottom. I bend over, and I can hear his sharp intake of breath as I step out of the confines of the gown.

I flip up seductively, my long hair touching my ass. I start moving my hand over my sensitive skin, feeling like I am about to ignite. Moments tick by as I take a steady breath.

My garters are ruby red with glossy black fishnets. ~Oh my~. They are more risqué than I thought. I hadn’t been able to see them before this, only feel them.

Don’t cower now.

It is as if time stands still. Heartbeats go by. I cover my breasts and slowly turn around, leaning on the bedpost behind me, moving hypnotically.

Apollo’s hand is covering his mouth like he is frozen solid, not moving a muscle. The only way I know he is not a statue is the rise and fall of his chest. He looks like he is about to hyperventilate.

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