Cassandra
I gasp as he grabs my arms hard, gripping me near the shoulders. When I laugh, it’s unexpected, even to me, but it only drives him mad, fingers slipping to my throat, pressing firmly, cutting off my airway. A slight panic takes over, and I squirm, but my panties take a hit as he turns me and stares into my eyes.
“No,” he growls, a snarl on his lips. He’s almost feral right now, and nothing could be more exciting.
“Yes,” I choke out as he loosens his grip to rest beneath my chin, defiant to the end. I cough, my voice strained when I next speak. “I’m leaving, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“You think I can’t keep you here if I want to? Sweetheart, you have no idea.”
“You promised. You said you wouldn’t do anything without my consent.”
“I did, didn’t I?” In an instant, he’s right in my face, pressing forward, nearly lifting me from the floor by my chin. “I lied, little girl.”
I know I shouldn’t be doing this. Not here. Not now. And certainly not with him. He’s twenty years my senior, old enough to be my father and then some. He’s my target. He’s a criminal.
He clearly has desires that go beyond a simple roll in the hay. And apparently, I have no choice.
Is this really turning me on? Being choked out and claimed by a man who might kill me if he ever finds out who I really am? Not an hour ago I watched him cut off a man’s ear without a second thought.
Yet, I want this. I want him to want it. And I want him to take it from me.
That thought spurs me on, and I bring my knee up into his balls.
His grip loosens as he doubles over, and I take the opportunity to pull away. “Fuck you!” I scream, then slap him across the face for good measure. “Fuck you, I’m not some little girl you can boss around. I give as good as I get, Apollo. Don’t you forget it.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Oh, I’m not going to forget this. You can count on it.”
When he rises back to his feet, there’s blood in the corner of his mouth. I want to kiss it away, I want to apologize for hurting him, but I won’t. I can’t show any weakness right now. He wouldn’t respect it.
His gray eyes are narrowed on me, dark hair slicked back like it’s still the early eighties and he’s just some street thug. But Apollo Volos is no street thug. His suit is impeccable, so expensive most people couldn’t even afford to look at it, his square jaw is covered with salt-and-pepper stubble that looks like it was painted there by God himself. I want to see beneath his shirt. I want to get at the bulge I see stretching his pants.
I want it to be the first cock I ever get my hands on, the first cock I ever open my mouth to, the first cock I ever allow between my legs.
And the last cock I’ll ever experience.
I take a step back as that thought shocks me, and he steps forward. It’s as if we’re dancing as I move to the side. One step, another, as he matches each one. There’s a block of knives on the island, if I can get to them…
A little shiver shakes my core. What will he do when I grab a knife? How will he respond?
Will he end this? Will he be afraid?
No, I don’t think so. I think he’ll be excited. There was nothing in the FBI file that suggested this side, but I think I have a read of him. This is something he wants, perhaps something he’s never had.
And he wants me as desperately as I want him.
“What is this game, kora?” he asks. “You want me to catch you? Is that it?”
I shake my head, taking another step. “What does that mean? Kora?”
“It’s Greek. A maiden. An untouched girl. That’s what you are, isn’t it? Pure. Unused. Desperate. You’ve been saving yourself for me, haven’t you, Rose? And now that you’re this close the need is almost unbearable. Deep down, you’re a slut for me, a toy with holes I can fill. That little kitty between your legs is purring right now, isn’t she? Her first taste of dick and it will be mine. And it will be mine, I promise you that.” He laughs. “Don’t deny it, kora, I can see it on your face. You’re playing a grown-up game now and it terrifies you.”
“I have a different man in my bed every night,” I lie. “I doubt you can live up to any of them. Wild men. Tender men. I let their cocks choke me and I drink every drop of their warm, sticky cum. I leave them barely able to stand the next day, they’re so spent.”
He growls, teeth clenched.
But before he can lunge for me, I take one more step and grab for the handle of the first knife, yanking it from the block harder than I intend. The blade sings as I whip it through the air, at the very same time as he moves forward.
Apollo notices just in time, pulling himself up short, but not short enough.