Slowly, I pivot to meet him, and his hungry eyes scan my body with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine.
The smile is wiped from his face immediately.
The ruby necklace pulses against my own chest, mimicking my heartbeat.
That’s odd.
A soft, primal rumble escapes from his chest, resonating like a distant thunder, stirring something profound within me.
Fuck, he is so hot.
He rubs his hands over his face and straightens up his posture. I squint my eyes and glare at him. “Take me home, NOW! Or else I won’t help you!”
“You will help us. You have no choice. You can’t leave this place without one of us... This house is protected. It keeps people and things out, and keeps you in. So, you are perfectly safe here. I swear it.”
“Listen here... bucko,” I take a few steps forward. “I am no one’s prisoner, and I have zero intentions of staying—”
He cuts me off by grabbing my chin and pushing me against the wall. His tall muscular frame locks me in. He presses his body hard against mine and moves his hand from my chin down to my throat, and holds me there, not tightly, but just the right amount of pressure. His other hand grips my bare hip, imprinting his fingerprints on my skin.
Damnit.This was turning me on.
“You always wear this under your clothes?” His nostrils flare as he stares at my full chest and then gazes between my legs. The sheer lacey fabric of both have me exposed entirely. He takes me in; I stand confidently with his hand on my throat.
He examines the necklace around my neck and is careful not to touch it. Like he thinks it will burn him or something. He then looks me up and down. His eyes stay longer than necessary on my see-through thong I’m wearing.
He lets out a low growl.
Humbled by the look on his face I say, “You like what you see?” I tease him by trailing my finger down his chest and stop at his waistline then continue once his eyes leave my pussy and meet mine again. “Those who clean their house, expect visitors.”
He leans down so his lips touch my ear, his hand still at my throat, “First, my name is Adonis, not Bucko. You will call me by my name. Second,” he trails his tongue lightly on my earlobe, sending chills down my body. He continues, “If you keep thinking those thoughts, I’ll have to do something about it.”
My mouth opens slightly, and I squeeze my thighs together to try and stop my body from betraying me. Instinctively, I grab his hips and pull him against me.
God what am I doing?
I need this man. I have to have him.
With a roaring laugh, he says, “I’m the only god in this room… so I’ll answer your question for you. You are doing exactly what you want. You already have me, Dani.”
My eyes widen as I feel his huge arousal against me. I smile, knowing I have the same effect on him as he does on me.
“You summoned us. We are now tied to you whether you like it or not. We belong to you. Now, take a bath like you want. I’ll send Amelia up with some clothes and your bag.”
I quickly cut him off, “Amelia? Who the hell is Amelia?” He takes a slight step back, “She is like my sister. Anyway, you can call Julia, but you are NOT to tell her any of this... Do I make myself clear? If you do, there will be consequences.”
I glare at him. “I love consequences.” I go to swat his hand away from my throat, but his grip tightens slightly. “Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?” He pulls away from my ear, and his blue gaze rips into my soul.
“Fine…” I say back calmly, shocked by my lack of outrage. I hate being told what to do, especially by a man, but this man… I have a feeling I’ll do anything he asks.
He flashes a smile, “Good girl. I’ll be downstairs.” His voice is firm as he releases his grip from my throat, the pressure is instantly replaced by a chilling emptiness.
Without another word, he spins on his heel and walks out of the room, the sharp crack of the door slamming echoing like a gunshot in the silence that follows.
There is no way I can unwind and fully immerse myself in the soothing warmth of the tub. The water’s inviting nature holds no appeal, so I quickly opt for a brisk shower instead. Once I finish, I vigorously wrap myself in a soft,fluffy red towel, the fabric providing a slight sense of comfort as I step back into the room.
A gentle knock interrupts the silence, and before I can respond, a woman sweeps in with an effervescent energy that fills the space.
“Hi! Oh, I am so excited to meet you!” she exclaims, her voice bright and cheerful. Her long, white, crimped hair flows around her waist.
