No. No. No.
But my body won’t listen.
Yanking out his finger just as I drift away in euphoric bliss, Apollo brings his finger coated with my juices to my face. “Lick it off.”
I stare at his wet finger, musky with my scent, uncertain I heard him correctly.
He places his finger on my lips and presses past them. “Clean my finger.”
Not really having a choice, since his finger already rests on my tongue and I can taste the saltiness of my desire, I do as he commands. I suckle on his finger as my pussy throbs for more.
“That’s right. Swirl your tongue around,” he says. “Next time I’m forced to shove something inside your mouth—or your pussy—it won’t be my finger.”
A shiver runs down my spine at his threat, but I compliantly lick as I continue to suck, hoping to please him.
Clearly satisfied with the cleanliness, he pulls out his finger from my mouth. “Punch me again, or even strike out at me, and I’ll not use my hand. I’ll take my belt to this tight ass of yours.” He swats each cheek harder than he has done before, causing me to cry out with each one. “Are we clear?”
When I don’t respond right away, he swats me again even harder. “Are. We. Clear?”
“Yes,” I answer. Who the fuck is this man? Apollo has never…never… “Yes.”
The spanking stops, and Apollo positions my body back to upright. The blood rushes back to my head, making me dizzier than I was before. He frees my hands, but after what he just did to me, he might as well have placed handcuffs on them. I wouldn’t dare try to hit the man again. He’s stronger than me obviously, but he also has no scruples. I know he will do exactly as he threatens and whip me with his belt if I do so.
Godwins don’t bluff. I know this.
I reach down to pull up my panties but freeze when Apollo grips my wrist firmly.
“No. Leave them exactly where they are.”
I almost tell him to go fuck himself and pull up my underwear regardless of what he says, but my throbbing ass—and pussy—keeps my mouth shut. I have no choice but to sit back and ignore the fact that my naked and heated flesh pulsates against the leather of the seat as my panties bunch up right above my bare feet. Chills run across every inch of my skin, contrasting with the beads of sweat that have formed on my upper lip. My heart beats so loudly I can hear it in my ears. I don’t know what is going to happen to me, but I can also see that demanding answers is not the way to go. I have to out think the man. I have to remind this man he married me. He chose to make me his wife. And there must be something in his heart holding him back from what his other family members would do.
Ares would have already killed me.
If Apollo wants me dead, he would have done that the minute he forced himself through my door. He clearly wants me alive for something.
Is it love? Doubtful. Not Apollo. I realized shortly after our vows the man was incapable of loving anyone.
I just have to figure out what it is and give it to him. I will not play hero or martyr. There is nothing I can say that justifies what I did. I can’t deny it, nor would I. But I will do whatever he wants to get out of this marriage alive and hopefully with some dignity intact.
I squirm in my seat, trying to ease the pressure. I wouldn’t dare look Apollo in the face right now, but I swear that in the corner of my eye, I see a smirk.
Bastard.
If I get out of this alive I’ll run as far away as I can from the name Godwin. Nothing is worth this, and living in poverty on the Eastside of Heathens Hollow sounds heavenly right about now.
I stare out the window to get my bearings. It makes sense that he’s taking me out of the city somewhere, but it appears we’re heading toward the helicopter.
A flash of panic hits me.
He’s taking me to Heathens Hollow.
Olympus Manor. Where we will be alone. Isolated. No one will hear my screams. The manor sits on a cliff overlooking the sea. It’s a perfect place to toss my body over the edge and no one will be the wiser. And even if they did, it could be considered an accident. A suicide. Hell… The Godwins can make it anything they want.
There were many rumors that surround the Godwin family manor. But even more rumors about the island of Heathens Hollow. The island is known for tales of Satanic rituals, sex parties that take kink to the next level, and even that it was the location for sex auctions. Torrid tales swirl around this place, even though very few people know for sure.
“Olympus is calling,” Apollo says as the car pulls up in front of the helicopter.
I don’t know what he means, but there is no way heading to Heathens Hollow is a good idea. He’s taking me there for something yet unknown, and then to rid of my body with the rest of the Godwin’s victims.