Page 48 of Gilded Gods

I turn my head to look at him.

His gaze meets mine.

He licks his lips.

I bite mine.

Travis groans loudly, and I snap my attention back to him. After he finishes in Annabelle’s mouth, he looks at me.

“Can I keep her for the night, Mistress?” Travis brushes his thumb over her cheek, his semi-hard cock popping out of her mouth. “I like this one.”

“I knew you would.”

I turn to leave, and he says, “Stay.” Then he pats the bed. “Join us.”

“You know the rules, Trav.” I shake my head. “Mistress O is off-limits. But sure, you can keep Annabelle for the night.”

I sound ridiculous talking about myself in the third person. But Mistress O is not real. She’s my alter ego I keep tucked in the darkest depths of my mind.

“What about me?” Apollo dips his head down and whispers in my ear, “Can I fuck Mistress O?”

I stiffen at his question.

A thrill rushes over me, but I don’t show my excitement. I glance up at Apollo, my heart hammering in my chest. Sweat breaks out on my neck and spreads down my back.

He holds my gaze for a second and then looks away. “I need to get started on the books. If you can point me toward the office, I’ll find my way.”

Seriously?

I want to answer his question.

Yes, I would let him.

I want him so badly.

Instead, I guide him out of the room. It’s better this way. Nothing good could come from fucking my stepbrother.

* * *

When I lookat my watch again, it’s almost three o’clock. In a few hours, I have to get up to go shopping with Athena. That was part of the deal I struck to get my rightful share of the club.

I strip off the corset inside my office and ditch the mask, quickly returning to Ophelia. I love having an alter ego. It helps me to become more confident—more in control. Unfortunately, though, I still struggle when I’m away from Olympus.

I meet Constantine at the top of the stairs.

He holds open the door with his hip. “Rough night, Mistress?”

I nod. “Training the girls is tedious. I could use a snack if you have something waiting for me in the limo.”

As we exit the club through the back door, he says, “That’s not the only thing waiting for you.”

The limo’s door opens.

Apollo pops his head out.

“I offered to drive him home earlier, but he insisted on waiting for you in the car.”

“It’s okay,” I tell him and throw out my hand, gesturing for Apollo to slide across the leather bench to make room.

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