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.

with Leah

drunk like this?" I snap, trying to twist

his green eyes clouded with

fine," he says, his voice

we're so perfect I

knock the

want to push him away, to shove him off me, and storm

around me, holding

against him, trapping me.

go!" I protest but he only holds me

been in my bed,

Sweetheart.

One word.

enough to make me explode as

that," I hiss, glaring at him, though I can feel the

grazes the bare skin of my

not?" he muses, voice a rough whisper. "Seemed

decided to turn into an asshole?"

smirk slipping for a

gone before I can

in my bed," he growls. "What

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

didn't come here

to remind you that you don't control

grip loosens just enough for me

stand, his hand catches my chin, forcing

about that? Because

in your seep. What? We're you hoping

between us-thick,

hear my own heartbeat

I hate it. I

his voice,

unravels me.

that, for a split second, I don't pull

finally manage, yanking

leans back against the headboard, his head tilting, a wicked glimmer

Sweetheart.

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