Page 51 of Arrogance
“She has other duties to attend to, and therefore is unable to show,” I revealed.
“Oh? Well, I’m quite surprised to see you here alone, then. It’s not very often I find you not attached to her side,” he swiftly commented, with a smirk behind his remark. I was barely able to catch it before he placed his own goblet up to his lips to hide his facial expression.
“Very funny. But yes. I am here alone. Have you brought anyone with you?”
Zephyrus shook his head. “Nope. I come alone as well. Although if I had it my way, that would not be the case,” he said with a tone of bitterness in his voice.
“Oh? Did a lover of yours wish not to come? Or perhaps you have been scorned recently?” I asked, seeking further clarification.
“The latter,” he confirmed.
“Now you have me interested. Just who left you a victim?”
“Just a selfish mortal by the name of Hyacinth. Surely you know of him. A prince of Sparta?” Zephyrus checked.
I could not help but roll my eyes at the mention of Hyacinth. “Yes. I know of him all too well, unfortunately. He is now in an affair with Apollo, is he not?”
Zephyrus elicited a snarl at my question. “Yes. I was seduced by Hyacinth. Fell in love with him, actually. But once Apollo came into the picture and shared of his infatuation with the prince, Hyacinth completely discarded me. He left me for Apollo without even so much as an apology or a word of remorse.”
“How cruel!” I exclaimed. “Clearly, the two are meant for each other. Apollo has wronged me too recently, as I’m sure you are aware of?”
Zephyrus nodded. “Yes. I’ve heard of the rumors of your relationship with him. But the details surrounding your separation are unknown to me. What did he do to you?”
I paused before responding to Zephyrus. I needed to choose my words carefully in that moment. I could not confide in Zephyrus with the sordid details about our sexual encounter on the Shrine of Delphi. But I did have to come up with a lie to tell him that would satisfy his curiosity.
Then, an idea hit me, like Sisyphus’s stone rolling off the summit and down the hill of the Underworld. Zephyrus obviously had strong animosity towards Hyacinth and Apollo, just as I had. I could use this to my advantage. An enemy of my enemy is my dear friend.
“The same as he did to you. Apollo left me for a younger man. Later, I found out that it was indeed, Hyacinth,” I fibbed, while also sounding as downtrodden as possible.
Sensing a false agony overcome me, Zephyrus sat his goblet down on a nearby white quartz table and placed his hands on my shoulder. “Poor Adonis. I am so sorry you too have to endure pain from those self-centered heathens.”
He then wrapped me into a warm hug. An embrace that was meant to be friendly, but one that I wanted to spark more. As Zephyrus released me, I mustered up a bright smile to him. “You are too kind. Hyacinth never deserved you. Someone who is as equally caring, loving, andattractiveas you is who you are meant to be with.” I added emphasis on the wordattractive, hoping Zephyrus would take this as a hint of me coming on to him, which is precisely what I was aiming for.
Zephyrus eyed me curiously as I stated this. His head turned in all directions to see if anyone had been nearby to eavesdrop on our conversation, before he responded back to me. “Perhaps we should carry on this conversation in a place that is more private?” he suggested.
A coy smirk graced my face, knowing exactly what he was implying. “Yes. It seems most people are distracted by the event. I would not mind going elsewhere to furtherspeakto you.” I seductively sipped on my goblet of wine after I said this, wanting Zephyrus to visualize how luscious and rosy my lips were. I knew he would be wishing these lips of mine were instead wrapped around something that was more girthy that he owned.
“There are actually a few private booths that are vacant. We could easily claim one of them,” Zephyrus informed me.
“Then it is settled. Go ahead and lead the way.”
And so, I trailed behind him as we walked the narrow paths of the stands and into one of these small closed off sections Zephyrus was referring to. The booth was wall to wall limestone. A curtain was drawn so that those who passed by knew that this was occupied and to not enter. There was a small opening at the front wall that looked down upon the arena floor where the competitors were throwing their discuses.
But I had no intention of sitting up here and merely watching the event with Zephyrus. Instead, I would be watching him, gazing into those topaz eyes of his, which would be craving my body, longing for me.
As soon as the curtain closed, I clawed at him. My hands pulling his clothes off, while he backed me into the wall. Our mouths collided like sparring swords with great impact on one another. My hand reached to tug on his brunette locks as we exchanged wet kisses. Zephyrus’s hands made quick work of my tunic, unloosening its drawstring at my waist, letting it fall to the ground. We both withdrew our mouths from each other in order to get our first glimpse at each other’s erections. A devious smirk appeared on our faces at the same time once we both realized how well endowed the other was. I returned my lips back onto his, now easing my tongue into his mouth to greet his.
My hand traced his muscular torso and found its way to stroking his long cock. His palms reached to hold my smooth, round ass. His fingers curled and nails roughly dug into my butt before he harshly slapped it with his hands. At first, I was startled by this, but then once he spanked me a second time, I knew it was no accident. Zephyrus liked to play rough, and I would not hold him back from releasing his aggressive sexual desires out on me.
To match his roughness, I gripped his lower lip with my teeth, tugging on it as we passionately kissed, eventually tasting a slight trace of his blood on my tongue. Savagely, I licked the drop that bled from his lip.
“You like being aggressive?” he asked.
I nodded. “More than you know.”
Zephyrus’s hands gripped my waist, and he spun me around, pressing me into the wall. One of his hands held the back of neck firmly, placing the side of my face into the limestone, while the other he spit on, before lathering his cock and my ass, ready to infiltrate it.
“Gods, I’ve longed for the day to be inside you,” he revealed.
