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“I love you, Theseus,” she said.

He smiled at her and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth.

“Good night, my love,” he said and pushed her off into the hallway. “I will be along soon.”

He watched her go until he could no longer see her and then closed the door, wiping his mouth free of her tears.

Fucking disgusting, he thought.

He crossed to his desk and pressed the call button on his intercom. It went straight to his secretary, who he knew to be awake and waiting.

“Now,” he said, and as he waited, he unbuttoned his trousers and took out his cock, jerking it up and down, priming it for what was to come.

After a moment, the woman entered. He forgot her name. She was new, recently hired to replace the one who had died.

Her eyes went to his cock. There was no hunger in her gaze. This was her job.

She crossed to him and knelt, her mouth even with his dick.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Rebecca,” she said.

“Your real name?”

“No,” she said.

He liked the way she looked at him, with as much spite as Ariadne.

He dug his fingers into her hair.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he said. “And you’re going to take it. All of it.”

She rose a little higher, preparing for their transaction, still defiant, still unafraid, and his chest filled with warmth at the challenge of seeing the light die in her eyes.

CHAPTER XIV

DIONYSUS

When Dionysus and Ariadne manifested in his living room, his arm was still anchored around her waist. Her breasts pressed into his chest, and his cock rested again the bottom of her stomach. He wanted to die, and he did not care what kind of death, real or otherwise. He only needed to be rescued from this fucking torture.

He did not immediately let her go, and she did not immediately pull away, which made him think she was far more unnerved than she appeared. Still, he admired her composure.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

She looked confused by his question, and he wasn’t sure why. Perhaps she was surprised he asked.

“I…don’t know,” she admitted.

He frowned and then drew a stray piece of hair from her cheek. “I didn’t know that would happen.”

“Which part?” she asked, her eyes dropping to hislips. “The part where you kissed me or the part where I shot those two men?”

They stared at each other, and all Dionysus could think of was that kiss and more—how she’d climbed into his lap and moved against him, how she’d felt in his hands, so fucking hot and right.

And he knew he was in so much trouble because all he would be able to think about was what might have happened had they not been interrupted and if Ariadne had only responded in kind because she believed it was necessary.

She stepped away and he let her go, hating how empty he felt when she was gone.