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“You need nothing but this,” I cut in, watching as flush creeps up from her chest to the hollow of her throat.
I start to move, setting a punishing pace that leaves us both gasping. Each thrust pushes her hard against the wall, the cold of it disappearing under the heat of our bodies. Her name intertwines with curses that tumble from my lips, her soft cries matching the rhythm of our bodies.
Her thighs tighten around my waist, her nails dig deeper into my shoulders. The sensation is exhilarating, each gasp from her mouth spurring me on, driving me deeper.
“Please Santo,” she manages to hiss between pants, arching her back and tilting her hips, allowing me even deeper access. Never one to deny her - or myself - I oblige, adjusting my angle to hit that sweet spot within her. A loud moan escapes from her lips, echoing off the tiled walls surrounding us as her pussy clenches around my cock.
“Santoplease,“ she whispers again, the sweet sound of my name on her lips like a sacred incantation breaking through the haze of pleasure fogging my mind.
My hands leave their position on her hips to reach between us. The moment my finger slides across her sensitive clit, she comes apart in my arms with a shuddering cry.
The sight of Vasilisa coming undone does it for me — her pussy tightens around my cock, her mouth opens in a silent scream, and it ignites something within me. The pleasure builds, coiling tight like a spring ready to explode.
“Santo,” she pants, digging her nails deeper into my back.
With one final, hard thrust, I find my release. My body stills as waves of pleasure wash over me. I let out a low groan, burying my face in the curve of her neck as my cock pulses inside her.
Vasilisa clings to me, her body trembling from the aftershocks. I hold her close against the wall as we both come down from our high.
***
Vasilisa sits across from me at the kitchen table, legs tucked beneath her, wearing my shirt—the one she grabbed from the basement floor. Too focused on food, she didn’t bother putting on anything else. She pops another piece of ravioli into her mouth and tilts her head, her eyes curious.
“So, ZEUS… you named your company after the king of the gods?”
I smirk, leaning back in my chair. “Not quite. It actually stands for Zonal Electronic Universal Surveillance.”
Her brows lift. “That’s... actually pretty smart.”
I shrug, watching the way her eyes brighten. “It fit. Zeus commanded power and control. When I built the company, I wanted it to reflect that same authority in tech—complete oversight, complete dominance. Everything under my command.”
She rests her chin on her hand, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “How fitting considering,” she says gesturing toward the cameras in the kitchen. “So, first Athena, now Artemis. What’s next? The goddess of evenmoresurveillance cameras?”
I laughed, low and deep. “Artemis is more specialized, alarm systems and security integrations. It’s still in development, though. My co-operator, Salvatore, has been handling things while I’ve been focused on NovaRael, but his wife’s about to have their first kid. I might have to juggle both soon.”
“That’s a lot to handle,” she says, her voice soft with genuine admiration. “I think it’s fascinating, though, how into mythology you are.”
“As a kid, I was obsessed,” I admit, running a fingertip along the table’s edge. “The gods, the myths… and the stars. The stars held everything, the constellations, the stories. I read about them all the time.”
Her eyes light up as she leans closer. “I love the stars too. I used to stare at the night sky for hours when I was little, counting them. Then I started learning about constellations, and it became my favorite thing. I always wanted one, as if I could pluck it from the sky.” She shrugs, her voice soft, almost wistful.
I grin, my chest tightening at the thought of her as a child, wide-eyed and full of wonder. But now, as her gaze drifts back to me, I see something else entirely. Her eyes linger a beat too long on my face, then flick lower, her teeth catching her bottom lip. It’s not the stars she’s thinking about anymore.
“The gods are in the stars,” I murmur, leaning in just slightly, my voice dipping. “And you’re staring at me like I might be one.”
Her breath catches, color blooming high on her cheeks as her gaze flicks back to mine. “I wasn’t—” she starts, but the way her voice catches betrays her. She quickly averts her gaze, confidence wavering into something softer…shyness. “I mean, you’re just... you’re hard not to look at.”
Her honesty catches me off guard, and I smirk, reaching across the table to tip her chin back toward me. “You don’t need to be shy, Dea. You’re mine, remember?”
Her lips part, and for a moment, she looks like she wants to argue, but then she sighs softly, her shoulders relaxing.
“I—” she tries, but the hitch in her voice betrays her. she hesitates, her fingers brushing her flushed cheeks. “Sometimes you look at me like I’m the only person in the world, and it makes me forget how to think.”
Her words punch through me, soft and sure, and for a moment, I can only stare. “That’s because youare,” I say, my voice steady, my thumb brushing along her jaw.
“It’s just different with you,” she says softly, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. Her words stir something in me, and I lean back slightly, studying her.
“Different how?” My voice is careful, curious, as if her answer could shift the ground beneath us.
