Chapter 17 ~ In his arms

Chapter 17 In his arms

Athena

The plan was supposed to be simple revenge.

But now that he's here, so close to me, I'm starting to regret what I did.

I scramble to sit up, the fog of sleep clinging to me as I stammer, "I-

I'm sorry. I was just—"

I don't get to finish. His hand

snakes around my wrist as I try to move away, and in one

swift motion, I stumble forward-right

into his chest as he falls with his back on his bed and me on top of him.

Damn it!

He's warm. Solid. His arm tightens around me like a steel band.

"Let me go," I mutter, but my voice

cracks, betraying the warring emotions raging inside me.

He doesn't.

Instead, he smirks-a broken, bitter curve of his lips. "Being in a man's bed isn't exactly good manners, is it?"

I clench my jaw, my pride flaring. "It's not just any

man," I fire back. "It's my husband's.'

His laugh is deep, low, mocking, and it cuts through me.

"Husband," he repeats, rolling the word off his tongue like it's a joke.

The sound of it-the venom in his voice-stings more than I want it to.

things going so bad with

like this?" I snap, trying

just chuckles, his green eyes

fine," he

him. "In fact, we're so perfect I

the air

push him away, to shove him off me, and storm out of his room. But

around me, holding

against him, trapping me.

go!" I protest but he only holds

have been in my bed,

Sweetheart.

One word.

powerful enough to make me explode as my

I hiss, glaring at him, though I can feel the heat rising to my

grazes the bare

limits. "Why not?" he muses, voice a rough whisper. "Seemed to like it

turn into

a fraction of

vulnerable-but it's gone

one in my bed," he

shove at his chest, ignoring the way my fingers tingle against his

come here for

you that you

loosens just

I can stand, his hand catches my chin, forcing me

sure about that? Because

cute in your seep. What? We're you hoping I'd wake you

between us-thick, suffocating,

hear my

it. I

his voice, his

unravels me.

for a split second, I don't

finally manage, yanking free from

against the headboard, his head tilting, a wicked

there, Sweetheart. You're the

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