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.

bad with Leah

this?" I snap, trying

green eyes clouded with something I

Leah are just fine," he says, his voice slurred, the

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

the air

him off me, and storm out of

stays locked around

against him, trapping me.

I protest but he only holds

have been in my bed,

Sweetheart.

One word.

to make me

though I can feel the heat rising to my

grazes the bare skin of my

like he's testing my limits. "Why not?"

you decided to turn

slipping for a fraction of a second,

it's gone before I

my bed," he growls. "What

his chest, ignoring the way my fingers

didn't come here for

remind you that you don't

loosens just

but before I can stand, his hand catches my chin, forcing me to meet

that?

were trying to be cute in your seep. What? We're you hoping I'd wake you with my

stretches between

my own

it. I hate him. I

voice, his

unravels me.

hate that, for a split second, I

I finally manage, yanking free from

against the headboard, his head tilting, a wicked glimmer in his

there, Sweetheart. You're the

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