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rolling his eyes to the heavens. Which is ironic, considering we’re currently residing in it.

“Hurry up and make love to me. Before Rebecca returns,” I plead, flicking my gaze towards the door to the throne room. My best friend—and the Goddess of Organization, no joke—is attempting to find a color-coordinated planner. And no, I’m not making that up. At this point, I just let her go crazy, knowing that the hour she’s away is precious time I can spend with my mates.

If, of course, they stop being dicks and give me dicks. I have three holes and two hands; they’re more than welcome to choose any of them.

With a chuckle, Desmond grabs me first and begins to kiss me passionately before pulling away. Avery doesn’t waste any time before sticking his tongue in my aching slit. Helio moves to one side of me to play with my breasts while Tate—greedy bastard—dangles his cock just above my parted lips. I have no idea where Arsin went—probably lurking in the corner, jacking off—but I don’t care.

I have my men by my side, loving me and cherishing me, and nothing can ruin the bliss surging through me. Absolutely nothing.

I’m the Goddess of Pain, and I’m the happiest bitch alive.

Chapter 8

I wake with my head pounding and my eyes swollen from tears.

Groaning, I blink drowsily until I’m able to orient myself with my surroundings. Where am I?

Wait.

Awareness rushes through me, causing me to bolt upright.

I’m the Goddess of Pain.

That declaration sits heavily in my stomach, tangling with the already tight knots present. The onslaught of memories leave me shaky and dizzy. When I squeeze my eyelids shut, memories assault me, pounding against my defenses.

I meet Desmond first.

My eyes are automatically drawn to the tall, arresting man currently sparring in the field behind my palace. Every god and goddess has a castle that rivals those on Earth. Mine happens to perch on a magnificent mountainside, overlooking the manicured fields in every direction.

I’ve heard rumors that the God of Combat has come to visit me, but I haven’t seen the man myself.

Now, I can’t help but watch, utterly enthralled as he fights off ten of my best warriors. He’s grace personified, each movement like liquid as he swipes and ducks and kicks. He moves like a dancer, a sexy, elegant dancer.

Would he be as agile in the bedroom?

As if he can feel my eyes on him, he tilts his head up, slanting a beatific smile in my direction. The two suns illuminate the sweat coating his bare chest and his wildly tangled hair.

“It’s rude to stare, princess,” he calls, cupping his mouth with his hands. I smirk as I lean indolently on the railing, five stories above the clearing. I have to admit, I look damn good.

The cream-colored dress conforms to my body, cascading around my legs like silk. Golden bands adorn both my wrists, clamoring up to my inner elbows. It’s loose enough to allow me easy movement in case of an attack. My thick black hair is braided over my shoulder, coming to my waist.

I look… Well, I look like a fucking goddess.

Humans? They have it wrong. There are thousands of variations of gods and goddesses scattered throughout the universe. Some are well-known, like the Greek and Egyptian gods. Others are known only to a select few.

We don’t have an official name. We just…exist.

The God of Combat smiles up at me, eyes wicked and slightly devilish. I can’t help but notice how sexy he looks, with his shaggy dark hair, light scruff on his chin, and molten brown eyes.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we might have a problem,” Desmond continues. When one of my soldiers lunges at him, Desmond easily sidesteps him before punching the man directly in the nose. Through it all, he doesn’t take his eyes off of mine.

“And that’ll be a problem, why?” I question. How much more obvious can I be? At this point, I should just place a big arrow in front of me that points directly to my vagina.

“I’m pretty rough, princess. Sure you can handle me?” He ducks easily as two more men charge at him, one from either side. Honesty, it’s getting embarrassing. These are the men I trained to be in my army?

“I’m the Goddess of Pain,” I reply lazily, flashing him a smile that embodies pure sin. “I think it’s you who won’t be able to handle me.”

Helio is my second lover.

As the God of Karma, I employed him early on