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“We are not hooking up!” Ro says a little too loudly. Through gritted teeth, she carries on. “and no, he didn’t tell me. Tell me what?”

“He came and pleaded with Hades to let you back in the games. He said that he’d cheated somehow and would step down if you could go back in.”

Ro looks like she’s about to faint. “Felix gave up his place in the games for me?”

“No. Anthura ran over and said he was crazy and drugged up and that he hadn’t cheated and that was that. As far as I’m aware, he’s still in the games and you’re still out. Sorry.”

“Can you all excuse me?’ Rowena gets up, looking even paler than she did before.”I think I need a nap.”

“Didn’t you just come down from a nap?” I ask, but she’s already scurried away.

18

I’VE NOT FINISHED WITH YOU YET

ROWENA

My rational side is telling me that what I’m doing is insane as I knock on Felix’s door and he opens it. My feminist side is shouting at me to run for the hills, but I’ve never seen such a look of angry desire on anyone’s face directed as it is at me before now and it’s intoxicating. I can’t move and words seem to be stuck somewhere between my brain and my throat. The memory of the night we spent in his room and how effing amazing it felt comes crashing back to me.

“You said you wanted to fuck me,” I whisper, barely getting in enough air to string a coherent sentence together. The tension between us is palpable. Heat pools low in my stomach, and my breath quickens, becoming shallow and uneven. Every inch of my skin feels hypersensitive, like the air itself is charged and brushing against me. My pulse is racing, thudding in my chest, in my throat, and lower, in places I can’t ignore. I can feel my face growing warm, and a subtle, trembling ache spreads through me, making it impossible to stand still. And with all that happening inside me, I still don’t know what I’m doing.

“I did. I do.”

"Then why don't you?" I challenge, my voice barely above a rasp.

Felix's eyes darken, his gaze intensifying as he steps closer, closing the distance between us. His hand reaches out, fingers grazing my cheek before sliding into my hair, his grip gentle but firm. His presence is overwhelming, the heat of his body seeping into mine. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of him enveloping me - a heady mix of sandalwood and something uniquely Felix. My heart is hammering in my chest as he leans in, his lips just a breath away from mine.

Something flashes in his eyes, a mixture of hunger and disbelief. His hand comes up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. I part my lips instinctively, and his breath catches. "You're playing with fire," he warns.

"Maybe I like the burn," I whisper, my heart hammering in my chest.

A growl rumbles in his throat, and then his mouth is on mine. His kiss is searing, demanding, his lips moving against mine with a fierce intensity that steals my breath. I melt into him, my hands grasping at his shoulders, his back, anything to pull him closer. He deepens the kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth to tangle with mine. It's a duel for dominance, a clash of wills, and I surrender willingly, eager to be consumed by the inferno of his passion.

Somehow I’m either pulled into his room or I’m pushing him into it, but either way, I slam his door shut with my foot before we tumble to the bed.

Felix's hands roam over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He grips my hips, hauling me against him, and I can feel the evidence of his desire pressing insistently against my stomach. A moan escapes me, swallowed by his greedy mouth. I arch into him, craving more, needing to be closer, to feel his skin against mine. He tears his mouth away, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone. I move to pull the dress over my head, but he stops me with a hand. “Don’t. I like the fucking dress.”

“You told me earlier that you hated it,” I cry out breathlessly as he ducks under the hem of it.

“I lied,” he mumbles, finally tearing down my panties and flinging them across the room.

I thought I remembered what this felt like. I’ve played the moment Felix went down on me last time over and over in my mind like a broken record stuck on a loop, but as his tongue touches my clit, all those memories are blown out of the water.

I let out a gasp as Felix pushes me back onto the bed, the sudden movement sending a shockwave through my body. My head hits the soft comforter, and before I can catch my breath, he’s already lifting the skirt of my dress, throwing it up and over my head, leaving me exposed. My skin prickles, the cool air hitting my thighs, a stark contrast to the heat radiating off me.

His touch is firm, unyielding, and every nerve in my body is on fire. I grip the sheets beneath me, trying to anchor myself to something, anything, as my pulse races, and a soft moan escapes my lips.

My hips buck as I break apart round him and yet he doesn’t stop.

“Stop,” I pant out, almost squeaking out the words.

He doesn’t listen, but then when does Felix ever listen to anything I say?

“Stop,” I say again, this time louder. “Please!”

This time he does, pulling my dress from my face and giving me a look that only a man that knows he’s gotten exactly what he wants can have. He said he wanted me to beg him to stop and he got it, but I don’t want him to stop. I want more.

“Fuck me, Felix Barclay.”

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