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I refuse to shrink away from him. I stare up at him, daring him, my pride and my arousal holding me upright even though this wild primal ferocity in him scares the bejesus out of me. “Please do,” I hiss.

“I will.” He grips my wrist, pushes it to his cock—willingly, I clutch him again. “You touch me like this, and I…I lose myself, Corinna. You know nothing of what lies beyond this merely touching, for me. You think this stops at just…my mouth on your sweet, delicate, little pussy, making you come? You think you can toy with my cock and I’ll just…letyou? I’d like to let you, you know. But that’s not who I am and that’s not how this works.”

“How does it work then, Apollo?”

“Sweet Corinna.” He cups my face, tenderly, eyes on mine with ferocity and intensity blazing in them despite the exquisite gentility of his touch. “You know what I want to do to you?”

“No,” I whisper.

“No,” he agrees. His nose touches my cheek, his breath whispering against my ear. “You can’t fathom what I want.” A wet warm tickle of his tongue to the inner shell of my ear. “I want tofuckyou until you can’t see straight. Until you’re limp and boneless and begging me to let you stop coming. I want to have you from behind so I can spank your lovely ass till it’s pink. I want to put your legs over my shoulders and fuck you so hard your perfect tits bounce until they hurt.”

His words shiver through me, shaking me to my core.

“Is that what you want?”

I squeak a breath. “I…I don’t know.”

Such a damned, dirty lie. I do want that. All of it.

“I stopped because if I didn’t…? I would have fucked you like that, here, now.” His hand curls around the back of my neck, holding me close, and his other hand steals between us. Touches me where I’m tender and ultra-sensitive. “And I don’t think you want that.”

“Maybe I do.”

A laugh. “You don’t, Corinna, and don’t lie to me.” A slow touch. “Have you thought about me? About what it would be like to fuck me?”

He says my name in a way no one ever has. My full name from anyone else sounds like a scold. From him, it feels like a caress.

“Yes,” I admit.

“Of course you have.” My knees soften as he touches me, his touch as slow and as gentle as his voice is low and rough. “Did you imagine it would be slow and sweet, Corinna? That there would be nice little kisses and I would be so concerned foryourpleasure that I think of nothing of myself?”

I groan at his touch, and at his words. “I don’t know.”

“Thatis why I stopped, Corinna,” he growls. “Because a moment more and I would have had you here on this shitty couch in this giant stupid glass room full of flowers.” His voice is so rough. Nearly angry. “I would not have been gentle. I would not have been concerned for you. I would have taken my pleasure from you and it would have been forme, not foryou.”

My knees nearly give out, because his voice is that wicked caress, matching the slow delve of his fingers playing my pleasure like a master violinist plays his instrument. So close. But I have to hear him.

“Did you think you would touch my cock and I would just…what? Come on your belly? Is that what you want?” His tone is harsh, his words vulgar. “Did you want to make me come like that? Jerk me off until I came all over these amazing tits?” He plays with one, fondling it in gesture. “You want me to paint them with my cum, Corinna?”

“I…I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking about that.” I press up against him, cling to his neck for support as he drives me closer and closer to climax. “I was just…I wanted to touch you. That’s all. I wanted to see how it felt to…”

“To what?” he demands.

“To make you feel the way you made me feel.” I whimper. Keep admitting the truth. “I wanted to make you as crazy and desperate as you made me.” I clutch his shoulders hard as I near the edge. “So yeah, Apollo. I wanted to make you come. That’s all I was thinking about.”

He releases me and holds my wrists, leaving me knock-kneed and weak, shaking. “I know, Corinna. I know.” He yanks me off balance, tugging me forward so I fall against him, and he kisses me. “Do you want more, Corinna?” I feel his cock pressing against my belly, and grinds it against me. “Do you?”

Lust makes me rash and irresponsible, it seems. Because I do want more.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Then get dressed and meet me in the tower.” He releases me, steps backward away from me. “If by the time you reach my room you still want this, with me, then I will take you into my bed and I will show youeverything.”

14

Mama’s Coming

“How long am I supposed to just sit here while my daughter endures who knows what kind of hell?” I snarl, pacing back and forth across the hotel room.