SPECIAL CHAPTER 62: ATHENA PALLIS
Rhett Kingston and I had a deal.
He was supposed to take Alexia and the money and leave.
He took the money; he took Alexia and their child but he tried to kill Christian which was not part of the deal.
I suppose that was the reason why I hadn’t felt a shred of guilt or pity when Christian finally caught him and killed him.
I thought Rhett dying was the end of everything.
I thought taking that woman away from Christian’s house and as a lowly maid in my mother’s house would solve everything.
It didn’t.
It doesn’t matter now. Not right now when my goals are close to fruition.
“On the bed, back to the mattress, legs wide enough for me to see what I’m getting myself into”, Christian orders seated at the seat located at the edge of the room.
The hardness of his voice, the grating tension had me coming the minute he kissed me brutally.
One kiss a moment ago and I felt like my body was aflame.
Mio principe kissed just like I thought he would. Brutally, vengeful, lustful.
All three a combination that detonated my womanhood and left me breathless.
He told me to strip.
I stripped.
He asked for my presence here.
I almost ran over a few cars off the road just to get here.
His scent which is a hint of bergamot and overwhelming mint brushes over my skin and fans my already swollen lips swirling the anticipation that the night is bound to bring.
I’ve practiced sex before. I know what I need to do to ensnare a man.
To ensnare my husband.
After tonight, he’ll be back in my bed. Tangled in my sheets, finche morte non ci separi.
Till death do us part, Christian. Till death do us part.
I thought he wouldn’t touch me till the wedding but here he is, his hungry gaze on me, his unwavering eyes locking me down to the bed and seizing the very oxygen away from me.
I get on the bed as instructed, my back to it.
My knees are in the air and slowly, teasing him, showing him that I will be his forever and him mine, I open my legs wide.
I’m dripping, I know.
I also know that if a woman came this much from one gaze, then the sex would be great.
I’ve never come this much before. Not with other men, no.
With him, I’m positive I will.
“How many times have you imagined yourself in this position, principessa? Begging for my attention and touch?”
It’s his words alone that have me swallowing a lump of saliva down my hot throat.
“Christian- “, I moan.
He takes another chug of his whiskey, his eyes on my face.
“How many times have you touched yourself wishing it was my cock filling that cunt instead?”
Oh, Dio!
“M—many”, I heave.
More than I can count.
Even with other men, it has always been him on my mind when I engage in sex. Always him.
“Show me Athena.”
My thighs clench.
My right hand moves to my front slowly and slowly reaching a part of me that has always been his.
I’m wet from his words alone.
I’m wet from his stare alone.
I circle my hand on my clit, before my fingers plunge into…
“Because you’ll have to wait an eternity to have me fuck you”, the rest of the words slip from his mouth and I pause, confused.
Christian swirls the drink in his glass, his eyes not even on me.
“I-I don’t understand.”
My heart slowly falls, about to crash in the worst way possible.
“I don’t understand either how a posh prima donna like you sinks so low as to work with the likes of Rhett Kingston.”
My heart falls harder.
“Christian-.”
“It’s Vitello to you and think long and hard about what you are about to say.”
“I love you.”
I lay my heart on the table. He will see. He will understand.
“You’ll stop.”
“I have loved you since the first day we met.”
“Yeah? Sorry to break your heart here sweetheart but I barely remember our first encounter, that’s how fucking meaningless you were to me Athena. Just a face, a forgetful one.”
“You don’t mean that.”
He stands up, he places his glass on the mahogany tray and walks to me.
When his hand lands on my chin, I lean closer for his touch my tears on the verge of soaking myself and his hand.
He remembers me. I know he does. He’ll forgive me. I worked with Rhett to ensure me and him had a future.
“Wanna know the funniest part, principessa? I would have walked you down that aisle whether or not you worked with that fucker behind the shadows.”
“Then we will marry.”
Our eyes meet. Violent waves of tears sting my eyes as I repeat, “We will marry.”
“I would have let that shit with Rhett Kingston slide whether I almost had half of my body burnt or not but you messed with her.”
“Please…”
“You messed with what’s mine. She came back blind because of you and that’s not the worst part. The worst part is, you made her leave me. Twice.”
I hug him. I wrap my hands and beg because this man is all I have ever wanted in my life.
“I’m sorry…I’m sorry…”
“Juana died because of your immature jealousy and you should be dead as well but it won’t be that easy. Not after the hellish weeks I’ve been through. So listen up and listen well, Athena. That pest you kicked out of my house. You called her that, didn’t you? I want her back in my home and you are going to help me achieve that.”
“I’d rather die!”
I lash out.
“Careful what you wish for. This in itself must feel like death, doesn’t it? The motherfucking irony of the century being you sent her to your house to be a maid only for her to be your long-lost sister and heir to everything you own.”
“She’s not a Pallis.”
I hiss. I sob harder.
Because I’ll never accept her. I’ll never accept her taking my home, my mom and now my—my—no, I will fight.
“Don’t be too easy to read sweetheart. I see that bitter bile in your eyes and anything, absolutely anything you try on the nurse or her baby will return to you a hundredfold. Don’t test me, Athena. I’m all out of patience today.”
He pulls my hands away from him stepping back with a sneer.
“You’ll never get your throne if you don’t marry me! I’m your ticket to your throne.”
“All that is needed is to marry a Pallis, Athena. Word on the street is you are not the only Pallis in town.”
“My mother will never allow it! The five families will never–.”
“Keep your phone close. I’ll call. Now take your clothes and leave the room. I need to shower. Apparently, she hates it when I reek of another woman. I can’t have that when I visit her, now can I?”