Page 57 of The Hard Way

Zeus painted my newly cleaned breast with more Nutella. “You’d better not close your eyes,” he said as he leaned over my shoulder and sucked my other breast.

A hand traveled between my legs—I couldn’t tell whether it was Odin’s or Zeus’s. I kind of liked it when I didn’t know whose hands were whose. It made things scary and wild. This particular hand started stroking my folds, teasing my clit into frenzied sensitivity.

Zeus was in ultrahard sucking mode. It was madness having them both sucking on my nipples.

“I’m about to come,” I pleaded.

Odin paused. “Concentrate on the screen. Are you watching?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

He went back to sucking. The hand went back to rubbing my clit.

Another hand shoved my legs wider.

Yes, I was watching with razor-sharp focus now. It was the only way to keep from erupting in a chaos of pleasure.

Focus, focus, focus!

Fingers penetrated my core.

It was from the insistent way those fingers moved, the way they curled, that I recognized Zeus. He always had reliable rhythm, a steamship, slow but sure. And merciless.

“I can’t,” I gasped as the pleasure built. “I’m not watching it!”

Odin growled. I redoubled my efforts to watch, but then I threw my head back and moaned.

“You’re on the verge, goddess,” Zeus said, kissing my neck. “You are so beautiful like this. You’re so beautiful when you’re broken.”

Ifeltbroken. Broken in lust, in love. And utterly lost in that zone of almost orgasming. My men held me in their hands. My whole being fit into their hands, and I was fine with it. Feeling slid through me like color.

I was putty. Gasping, turned-on, pre-orgasmic putty.

“You’ve lost your will,” Odin growled.

“Yes,” I gasped, exuberantly, happily. “Punish me, do anything to me, just let me come.”

“Oh, goddess, the wind could blow through you when you’re like this,” Odin said.

Zeus knelt in front of me, sliding his fingers in and out of me. “I need her.”

“I’ll do anything you want,” I said, or more, begged.

Odin moved behind me again. He kissed the top of my head and pulled my hair so I had to look up at him. “I have you,” he whispered. “I have this.”

I smiled up at him. I know he saw it even though his eyes were on the screen.

Large hands fumbled at my ankles, freeing me from the bottom of the chair.

“I have this,” Odin said again, and I understood it as something different suddenly. Something dark.

I’ll go dark for you, goddess.

He’d do anything for me—he really would. It meant the world, but at the same time, I wanted to tell him he didn’t need to. That I’d love him either way, but then he spoke—“Kiss me,” he said.

“I need to watch the screen.”

He gazed down at me. “Fucking-gkiss me. Because Ifucking-glove you, and you’re going to kiss me.”

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