Page 13 of For the Love of the Gods

“Lord Pluto,” the priest nodded to Dominic, then turned to me. “Lady Pluto.”

Right. I was Lady Pluto now. I would never admit it, solely because the name belonged to Dominic, but I was somewhat happy to be rid of the Hades name. It only reminded me of my father and his cruel sneer and my brother and the fact that the title should have passed to him.

So Lady Pluto it was.

“Well,” Dominic said, turning me around with him so that we could face Adrian, Max, and Marcus. The three of them looked about as pleased as a child after dropping an ice cream cone.

“We will have dinner at my home to discuss this further,” Dominic said, tone completely absent of a question.

“Like hell we will!” My response barely audible as Dominic pulled me with him through a portal into his living room. I had the barest understanding of Max and Marcus jumping through behind him before I ripped my hand out of his hand, spun towards him, and yelled, “What the fuck?”

Chapter 5

Dominic

“What the fuck?” is not the question you would want your new wife asking you seconds after you got married.

Itwas, however, what I wanted Rose to be asking me. Multiple times, for weeks on end, as she slowly discovered the plans I had in store for her.

She was fuming, and it sent a wave of triumph through my chest. In fact, I didn’t think I'd ever seen her this disheveled.

That isn’t to say she looked bad. Rose was beautiful, a fact I often tried to ignore.

At little success though.

It was obvious. Her hair was long, hanging all the way down to the top of her trim waist. With green, almond shaped eyes that shone so powerfully the color made it past her dark eyelashes even when narrowed at me in accusation, she was disturbingly memorable.

Even something in the soft curve of her lips, never formed into anything genuine in my presence, was haunting.

I almost forgot what we were doing in that temple when she walked in, flanked by two guards, but surprisingly settled with the situation. I’d imagined her kicking and screaming, fighting all the way to the moment our lives were tied together.

And that dress. Of course she would show up in a wedding dress just to spite me. When I first saw it, I damn near ripped it off her then and there, but that would have required me to put my hands on her. With the fabric clinging to her body in every possible location, from her full breasts to the slope of her hips, that was not something I wanted to do.

Now, the poor thing was being crumpled beneath her left hand as she crushed the dress in her fury.

“You need to be more specific as to what you are mad about.”

Her eyes blazed. She tried like hell to stare down her nose, a nose I just now noticed had a bump over the bridge, but I was still taller than her.

“First, you break into my house,” she yelled. “Then, you force me to marry you. And next you turn into a kidnapper!”

Kidnapper. New.

“I did not kidnap you. I just ensured you would follow me.” Rose did not look even remotely satisfied with that explanation. “We do have much to discuss.”

“We are married. The Fates are satisfied. What more is there?” Her voice was rising to a near yell and her arms were flailing around her in frustration.

I was getting to her. Good. Now I just needed to make sure I could get her close enough to figure out what she loved—if she was even capable of the feeling—and promptly take it away from her.

“Marriage is a contract, is it not?” I asked, sitting down at the large table in my dining room. I waved a hand and food appeared. A simple spread, prepared by my chef Mary, that wouldn’t be too difficult to eat amongst our negotiations. “So, let’s discuss the terms.”

Rose raised a doubtful eyebrow at me, but silently moved to sit down. Marcus pulled out her chair for her and a sharp snap of duty sparked through my chest. Chairs would be my job from this point on.

Before I could unpack whatever the fuck that declaration was, Rose gestured her hands toward me in frustration.

“Your terms?” She prompted.

“Well, for one, seeing as it was rather simple to break into your house, as you’ve said, I have concerns about my wife’s safety.”

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