Goddess of Pain - Katie May Page 0,95

of him worshipping her flesh. Of him kissing her perfect lips. Of him pounding into her tight pussy.

I want Emily to be mine more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life.

And for the first time…

I don’t want to hurt her. I mean, I do, but I want pleasure to be intermixed with the pain.

Fuck.

Her eyes ensnare my own, and I’m helpless to look away. I’m not even sure I want to. Her soul calls to mine, cajoling me to give in. To go to her.

If only my hands weren’t tied…

“No.” Her voice is whimsical. As beautiful as she is. She tilts her head to the side, regarding me with something I would almost describe as curiosity. I can’t help but snort.

Good luck trying to figure me out. It’s been a few centuries, and I still don’t understand what goes through my head half the time.

“Are you going to kill me, my love?” I ask in a mocking voice. Wouldn’t that be ironic? I find a girl worthy of my affection…and she no doubt plans to execute me. Though, I can’t say I don’t deserve it. I have done a lot of awful deeds in my time, but none so bad as coveting her.

“No,” she states simply, jutting her chin out. Tate, beside her, rolls his eyes, and even her pretty God of Death seems uncomfortable with her declaration. Her God of Combat maintains that perpetual smirk, while her fourth lover grunts, folding his large arms over his chest.

“No?” I quirk a brow, allowing my gaze to travel over her luscious curves. As soon as I’m free of these restraints, I’m going to grab her and never let go. I’m going to make her mine, no matter the cost.

“No,” she reiterates, rising from her throne. It’s a little pretentious of her, to have a throne made of gold, but I’ll fuck it out of her soon enough. My cock becomes impossibly hard at all the possibilities. “I’m not killing you today, God of Flames. Leave if you must.”

Without another word, she strides past me, the rest of her men following in her wake. I gape after her in disbelief before a string of deranged laughter escapes my parched lips.

She’s leaving me?

How dare she!

Anger burns a hole in my stomach as my fire rushes to the surface, easily able to burn away the flimsy rope holding me. The guards scream, lunging for me, but I shoot a fireball in their general direction, and like the cowards I know they are, they shrink away.

Emily remains in the doorway, her back to me.

When she pivots on her heel, there’s a large smile blossoming on her gorgeous face.

“You don’t get to leave me,” I hiss, my voice a harsh growl. Her smile only grows, practically splitting her face in two.

“Come, Arsin, God of Flames.”

Without another word, I join the huddle of men surrounding my goddess.

Who would’ve thought that I would fall so desperately and helplessly in love with her, that even my fire only burned in her name?

Her eyelids flutter against her chiseled cheekbones, and I tentatively touch first one and then the other. They feel softer than the wings on a butterfly.

“Open your eyes, my love,” I whisper, mindful of the other men sleeping around her bed.

We’re back in the apartment, cuddled together on Emily’s small bed. I can practically feel Desmond’s cock pressing against my asshole as he slumbers, and I just barely resist the urge to burn it away. But alas, Emily would be mad at me if I destroyed her lover’s penis. Sad world.

Back at Emily’s family house, Rebecca roused us awake and forced us to leave. There would no doubt be a ton of cops converging on the scene, but with Tate’s power, we’re positive no attention will land on us.

It’s been three days since Emily fell unconscious, and we haven’t left her side since. Well, I haven’t. The others, apparently, still have to pee and poop. Amateurs.

I press my naked body closer to Emily’s as she begins to stir.

“Sin?” she whispers drowsily as her eyes open completely, spearing me with a look that makes my cock twitch against her stomach. Probably not the most appropriate time to get a boner, but I don’t give a damn. It’s been way too fucking long since I last saw her gorgeous eyes. Last heard her voice.

The panic I initially felt when I thought I was going to lose her hasn’t yet abated. At least, not completely. I don’t think it