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Open your legs first.
A smirk twisted Apollo’s lips. Even from across the aisle, she could see how amused he was, how deeply it pleased him that she was flirting back. Apollo was lucky Tem was in the mood to indulge him today. He’d caught her in a moment of weakness-or perhaps a moment of strength. Tem wasn’t sure the difference anymore. She only knew that everything inside her wanted to explore this, to see what it would be like to test someone else’s limits.
Apollo opened his legs.
His cock wasn’t even hard, and it was already magnificent. Tem watched as he grasped himself at the base and squeezed. The muscles in his arms rotated as he tightened his grip, moving his hand in one long stroke. He was rigid by the time he got to the tip.
Kora.
Apollo smirked.
Do you like that?
Tem had forgotten that he could hear her thoughts. She didn’t want him to have any sense of whether she liked that. It was none of his business.
Come here, Temperance. You can have anything you like.
No.
Come over here and ride my cock.
Still no.
It would feel so good, Temperance.
For you, maybe.
For both of us.
I doubt that.
Do you?
She didn’t answer. Of course it would feel good. It would feel amazing. But Tem couldn’t go over there any sooner than she could go to the castle and bed Leo. There were certain things, no matter how badly she wanted them, that she couldn’t have.
Anything can be had, Temperance.
His hand was steadily stroking his cock, his eyes boring into hers.
Forget it, Apollo.
He smirked. It would feel good. I would make it feel so good, I promise.
You’re impossible.
Tem just shook her head. She wasn’t ready to take that step. She probably never would be. And even if she was, she had no desire to ruin Apollo’s relationship with Caspen.
You will not ruin us.
How do you know that?
Because I know my brother.
What does that mean?
It means you cannot ruin what is already broken.
Tem still had no context. All she knew was that she would not sleep with Apollo today. It was time to take back control.
Slow down.
Immediately, Apollo slowed his strokes.
Use just one finger. Base to tip.
She wanted to watch him trace it-to force him to feel only the bare minimum of what he could be feeling. Apollo did as he was told, brushing a single finger first up the length of his cock and then back down. Tem watched him the whole time, noticing how the veins in his hand caught the light as he did it. He really was a beautiful man.
You are beautiful too, Temperance.
So you’ve said.
Let me guess. That is boring too?
Yes.
If I cannot call you beautiful, what shall I call you instead?
Caspen calls me little viper.
He is right to do so. You are deadly.
His words flattered her more than being called beautiful ever could. And with that, Tem decided she was ready. Slowly, so that Apollo didn’t miss a moment of it, she opened her legs.
The moment she did so, Apollo’s presence strengthened to the point of pain. His mind gripped hers so tightly, it was as if he were standing before her with his hands on her skull. Tem grit her teeth against the sudden change, forcing herself to maintain eye contact.
Evil woman. You have no idea how good you look.
Tem had every idea. She’d seen herself in the mirror a hundred times; she knew exactly how her center looked-perfect and wet and begging to be touched. She understood how men coveted her body, how she was no longer someone without power. Tem wielded it now, opening her knees even wider so Apollo could see every inch of her.
A wave of pure, untethered lust surged from Apollo’s mind to hers. It nearly took Tem’s breath away in its intensity, and she was suddenly aware of the way he saw her.
Unlike the desire she felt from Caspen, which was rooted in their deep emotional connection, the desire Apollo felt was purely physical. He wanted to touch her-to fuck her. He wanted to grip the soft curve of her hips and yank her body against his until they both came together, sweaty and gasping. The vision was overwhelming; Tem could barely breathe. And yet, she wanted more.
What else, Apollo?
The words were a whisper. A plea. She wanted to know what else he wanted to do with her-how far he would take this. Another scene surged into her mind, so powerful she had to shut her eyes. Her and Apollo, naked together. She saw it from his perspective-how he wanted her on his lap, on his cock, ready for the taking. They were face-to-face, and Tem felt how badly he needed her like that, how he needed to look her in the eye-to force her to be present. He was like his brother in that way;
I want to see your face when you come. What was it about these two brothers? There was no hiding from them-no deception or concealing. They demanded the truth from her, always, and for once, she was willing to provide it. Tem opened her eyes. She brushed her hand up her thigh, pausing just before her center.
Do you want me to touch it?
Apollo nodded vigorously. Pathetic.
Say it.
Touch it, Temperance. Please.
Why should I?
Because I want you to.