I should feel shame.
Remorse. Guilt.
Anything.
But the only emotion still wreaking havoc inside of me is the insatiable and undeniable need to publicly claim Gemini as mine.
I fling the cane to the ground with a clang and scramble off the now-unconscious man, throwing myself on Gemini.
He’s laughing when he catches me, his laughter bubbling and effervescent as he grabs me under my ass and lifts me with both hands. Turning us around, he pins me to the wall with my legs circling his waist.
I’m vaguely aware that a small crowd has formed, but Gemini addresses it immediately, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Everyone,” he says magnanimously, “please welcome the seventh heir of Pravitia.” I can feel him undo his pants as he continues, “And if anyone moves before I say so, I’ll have Constantine collect your blood in vials until you’re bone dry.”
I faintly hear Constantine let out a whoop before she giggles and claps, but nothing else matters right now, except for the way Gemini is looking at me. It’s devotion, in the most disturbing of forms, maniacal and unhinged. I crave it all.
Nothing else matters but our perverse show of connection.
Gemini harshly pulls my leotard to the side, and when I finally feel his cock thrust into me, I think I might be dying. I think I am reborn again and again.
His grin turns into a carnal snarl as he takes his free hand and grips my face, under my chin. He fucks me brutally, mercilessly, as he drags his thumb over my lips. Then he takesthe same thumb, his eyes darkening, and smears my red lipstick over his lips.
His greedy actions have me spiraling into mindless arousal, and I catch his lips with mine. I need to taste him. I need to consume all of him and devour his life force into mine. Nothing feels like enough.
Empty attempts at trying to match the emotions exploding inside of me.
I need him beyond our two bodies fucking against this wall. I need more than just being witnessed by others like this. I need to becomehisentirely.
My soul is begging for it.
My fate demands it.
And none of it is frightening. It only beckons me closer. Faster.
Gemini breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes, his hips pounding into me, his cock filling me so perfectly. A bead of sweat follows the path of his scar over his eyebrow while strands of blond hair fall out of place. He’s a mess of perfection.
The small crowd around us is a blur when Gemini is my entire world. A vision of my exalted future.
“I would have chased fate since I took my first breath if I knew it wasyouI was chasing.” His words come out all in one breath, jaw clenched, as if he’s holding himself back.
His confession has my head falling backward onto the wall. His name is on my lips as my nails dig into his neck.
“I don’t want to run anymore,” I say breathlessly. “Keep me, Gemini. Keep me.”
Gemini groans into my neck, licking a path up my throat before tugging on my earlobe with his teeth. “I must be our gods’ favorite,” he says darkly, “to have won such a divine prize.”
He kisses me deeply, and my climax soars like a shooting star. I am devoured from the inside out. Metamorphosed intosomeone entirely new. Someone who recognizes Gemini on a molecular level. I turn into an addict. A greedy fool.
If there’s only one thing I can steal for the rest of my life, let it be Gemini Foley.
Gemini slams a fist into the wall next to me as he fucks me through the aftershock of my orgasm until he follows shortly after, pumping his cock hard and deep as his forehead presses into mine. Our mouths are open in ecstasy, quickened breaths mingling together as our fiery gaze burns and burns and burns.
Nothing else matters.
Nothing else exists.
But me.
