Page 43 of Seduced By Contract

"So wet. You're dripping with desire, baby."

I shamelessly ride his fingers. I've already passed the point of remembering where we are. I just want him in me. All of him in me.

"I'm going to . . .”

His finger enters me, but not in a painful way; it's delightful.

"I can't wait to taste that pussy."

"Not here."

"Come for me, gorgeous."

"Zeus . . .” I raise my arms behind me because I'm sure that if I don't, I'll faint.

He touches my breasts and sex, but I feel like he's inside me entirely, as if every part of him is dominating me, and the sensation is intoxicating.

"Oh!"

"Just like that. Get my fingers wet, Madison."

Seeming to change his mind, he turns my body around, pushing me against the wall.

He lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder, pulls the panties to the side, and kisses my sex as if it were my mouth, using his lips, tongue, and teeth.

The orgasm is so strong that I'm sure I lose consciousness for a few seconds.

When I come to my senses, he lifts me up and holds me in his arms on the couch.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I ask, still dizzy.

"I didn't plan on going that far, but I went crazy when you moaned. I could only think about hearing you whimper like that when I'm inside you."

"You can't say those things to me, or I won't be able to work."

"So don't. I already told Ares you won't be coming in tomorrow."

That wakes me up pretty quickly.

I get out of his arms, put my lingerie back in place, and put on my robe. "What did you do?"

"Don't pretend to be offended," he responds, seeming angry. "You knew you weren't coming in tomorrow. I said I wanted you all weekend."

“Yes, I knew, because it was what we agreed on, but I would have liked to tell Adriel myself. Let’s get something straight, Zeus. I’ll be yours for six months, but don’t think you can make decisions for me outside of the bedroom.”

I leave the room before the urge to throw something at him wins.

How does he manage to drive my body crazy and then make me want to kill him less than two seconds later?

I dance with my soul, not just my body. I already know a bit about him, enough to understand that he's possessive. So I dance as if it were my last performance on Earth, and this time, I don't walk toward where he’s sitting. I do my best to ignore him in the audience.

That's right,I do my best, but I can’t. As if it weren't enough that he's over six feet tall, considering I'm not even close to reaching him in five-inch heels, he's also muscular, and just looking at that beard gives me chills, remembering his touch between my thighs.

Anyway, I think I did a good job supposedly ignoring him, because when I leave the stage, his face is even more closed off than usual.

"What's going on between you and the boss's brother, Madison?" Adriel asks as soon as he enters my dressing room.

"Why do you think something's going on?"

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