Page 19 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

He rocks back before he leans forward, and I see his eyes in the dim light. They hold that fucking thunderous intensity again. Then as he applies his loving pressure, he speaks to me while kissing mine closed. "Close your eyes, Wild Thang."

I feel him leave me, and I peek through my closed eyelids.

Through the slivers, I focus on where he is going.

There is a bench just inside the light. I lean around him to look at it and catch a glimpse of reflective candlelight shining from something sitting on the seat.

My heart and breath collide in my chest as I freeze.

Sweet Zeus! Father of the Fucking Gods! Is that what I think it is?

I take a sharp intake of breath. My jaw drops, and my hands come up to cover my lips. As he reaches down, I realize what he intends to show me, and I can't keep my excitement contained. "Holy fuck me to heaven!"

He stops, then he slowly turns around to look at me.

Busted but totally not caring, I start walking towards him. "Holy Fuck Me to Heaven! Is that what I think it is?"

He chuckles. "What do you think it is?"

"It is! Put that Son of a Bitch on, Maximus Aurelius Moore!"

He laughs now and picks a piece up. "I should have said. 'Stay.'" He looks at me, holds his hand out, and says it. "Stay."

I obey but watch spellbound as he puts it around his waist, then I hear the clink of the metal and the thud of leather as he reaches between his legs and carefully straps it on.

He glances up at me and grins. Then he reaches for the next piece.

When he lifts it, I see a thick red cloth unfolding and admire the way he rolls it around his shoulders.

The fabric floats in the air, then drapes him like a king's robe.

When he buckles the chest piece without looking at it, I know he has done that a thousand times.

Finally, he reaches down one last time and takes the piece that caught my eye.

He spins slowly around to face me as he slides it over his head.

He stands tall and proud while I stare in awe at his transformation.

His perfect posture poses a fucking perfect picture!

"Holy! Mother! Hera!" I almost faint from the flood of raw desire. Unbelievable!

As he approaches, I'm hypnotized by his gait and the swing of the blades on his belt as they sway back and forth.

The sound of the metal clinking is haunting in the quiet night.

The flickering lights from the candles illuminate the bronze and gold.

My eyes devour him, fully appreciating this Roman Solider.

The golden blades on his chest lay still, guarding his breast. But it's the helmet that reigns supreme.

The only thing missing is a pair of leather boots.

When my eyes reach his face, his lips spread slowly behind the protective shield, and the corners of his mouth disappear as he smiles. His gorgeous gaze looks lighter, more yellow than green, against the shadow cast in the hollow holes of his helmet. The red plume stands erect. Tall and proud.

He looks huge!

The aura that emits from him is powerful and possessive. I can feel his demanding and commanding nature and know now from where it flows. This man is the Bastard Son of Thor, God of Thunder.

Wow! The Bastard Son of Thor is much more than a simple nickname, handle, or title. It is who he is to his core. It's in his fucking DNA! I am completely ... blown ... away!

I've worn costumes my whole dancing career, and I've assumed the identities of a lot of people, but I've never owned any one of them as completely as he does this one.

This is more than a costume. If I had never met him before tonight, I would know exactly who he is.

I feel the stirring in my heart that only happens once or twice in a lifetime, and I realize I will never find anyone as perfect as this man!

He looks at me with that piercing stare, and my knees get weak. "Holy fuck me to heaven, please!"

His heart-shaped lips pucker with his words as he says very softly. "I fully intend to." Then he smiles again. The white of his teeth shine, and the golden tone of his skin matches the golden tone of the faceguard.

Fucking A! My pussy floods itself. The word 'when' hangs on my tongue as I see his hands go to the sides of his helmet, and he hooks his thumbs then lifts it off. His halo of blonde hair shines in the moonlight, and its gold specks reflect the candlelight.

"Oh, My Fucking Golden God!" I whisper. "So this is the Bastard Son of Thor? Fucking phenomenal! He is fucking crucial!"

"I guess that means you dig him." He chuckles as he grins at me.

"Fuck yeah! I totally dig him!" I grin back. "He is fly as fuck!"

He takes my hand and cinches our fingers, then leads me back to the table. "I'm glad."

"My Gawd! I'm totally Fan-Girling over you right now!" I giggle, making him laugh. "How long have you owned this? This?" I search for the proper word. Costume doesn't sound appropriate.

"This armor? Since the beginning."

"Keep talking while I check it out. I want the full explanation of the Bastard's origins!" I walk around him, eyeing him and examining the finer details of the leather straps and how it all fits together. "How did you get it? The name?"

"Augustus tagged me one day after a particularly grueling but good training session, and it stuck."

"I noticed tiny scars along your skin today." I trace my finger along one. "I thought it looked like a knife-edge made it."

"It did."

"Who gave them to you? Antonio?"

"No, Augustus. He wanted me to know the damage a real weapon would do."

"Do the men fight with real knife blades?" The vision of Quintus' badass and Aurei's warrior circling each other in a battle makes the blood drain from my face, and I frown up at him.

"No. We use unsharpened replicas." Relief floods my body. He hands me the helmet, so I can examine it while he opens the champagne. I run my hand over the smoothness.

"Do you have a shield too?"

"Yes."

"That's cool." I set the helmet on the table. "You look so fucking hot. I almost fucking fainted." I smirk up at him, and I see a single eyebrow flick.

You rascal! You know you just rocked my world!

The cork shoots high into the sky, then the liquid foams, spilling out of the top of the bottle. We laugh, and he quickly fills our glasses, then hands one to me. He raises his in the air and indicates the direction the cork disappeared.

"Shooting for the stars with you, Siri Wright."

"Bang, Baby, Bang!" I giggle. We clink our glasses and drink. "Umm! It is as good as it is expensive. Delicious!"

"Like you." He winks that killer wink. Then he proposes another toast. "Here's to fucking you to Heaven."

"Here. Here. No. Wait. There. There." I clink his glass, then toast the house.

We laugh again, then stand in silence, sipping and devouring each other with our eyes. I can't get over how fucking hot he looks. I thought the pilot was hot. The Cowboy blew me away. The Billionaire was delicious. But this.... Unbelievable.

I finish and hand my glass to him. He finishes his, then turns to pour us both another. My eyes feast on him. He hands the filled flute back, then lifts it to his lips. The champagne is already starting to affect me.

"You look Hot as Hades!" I lick my lips. "Your armor fits you like a glove."

"It's custom made."

"I can only imagine the tailor's delight when you walked in to be measured for it."

He smirks, and his eyebrows lift again.

"You fucked her, didn't you?" I smirk back now. "Don't answer that! Need to know! And that's def not something I need to know."

He looks at me with amused but thunderous eyes over the edge of his glass. "For the record, I didn't fuck the tailor."

"Ha! Then it was either a man or an old woman." I nod knowingly at him. His sideways grins shows up. "Yeah. That would have to be the case."

The hint of a dark promise plays in his eyes. "All you need to know is that the Bastard belongs to you now, and he intends to fuck you tonight."

My pussy drenches itself. I look away, struggling to keep it together.

Needing to stay busy, I reach up and unclip my hair.

I shake it out then fluff it with my fingers.

He steps up close, and his rippling abs flash me, and I'm reminded what they look like when we fuck.

I lick my lips, then take a sip of the gold bubbly, trying to control my desire and failing miserably. I hear him hum. Fuck!

"Siri. Look at me." His voice is husky and deep. The sound of my name when he calls me to him fills me with undeniable passion, and I close my eyes instead, biting my lip. "Do you want me right now?"

"Yes. I want you to fuck me to heaven right now."

He chuckles, and the sound is sexy and low. He is standing right beside me. He leans down and mouths my ear. "Do you want me like a whore needs a man?"

The truth of what he asks hits me. "I do," I answer truthfully.

"Are you a whore, Siri?"

"I have it bad for you, Baby! Bad!" I look into his eyes now.

"Answer the question." Sincerity stares at me.

"Truthfully, I am in my heart. We both know it. Hell. Who are we kidding? Everyone knows it."