"Come on, love, say it again. Please?" Zeus coaxed, his voice deep and teasing as he lay beside Ceres on her bed, his arms lazily wrapped around her.
"Are you getting addicted to it?" Ceres scoffed, rolling her eyes as she swatted away his wandering hand from her hip. "I've said it over and over again, Mr. Falcon. I'm exhausted. Wasn't what we did in your car enough?"
Zeus smirked. Of course, the words he wanted to hear weren't just anything ... he wanted her to say 'I love you' again.
At first, Ceres had indulged his every request. But she quickly realized that every time she said it, Zeus would take it as an invitation to start seducing her all over again ... until they ended up making love once more.
"Please," Zeus pleaded again, pressing kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and anywhere he could reach.
Ceres smiled knowingly, cupping his face in her hands.
"I love you, Mr. Zeus Falcon," she whispered sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips. Then, before he could take advantage of her words again, she pulled away. "But enough is enough. I'm saying no now. I'm exhausted."
And with that, she turned onto her side, facing away from him.
Zeus huffed dramatically. "I wasn't even doing anything," he protested, though the smirk she felt against her skin as he kissed the back of her neck betrayed him. His hand trailed down her waist, his fingers inching dangerously low.
"I love you," he murmured, as if that would distract her.
"If your hand goes any lower, I won't talk to you for a whole week," she threatened, trying to keep her eyes closed.
Zeus froze.
"You're joking, right?" he asked, though his hand immediately stopped moving.
"Try me, mister," Ceres challenged, her tone deadly serious.
Zeus pulled back slightly, propping himself up on his elbow as he stared at her. "You're really going to ignore me for an entire week?" His voice carried a childish pout.
Ceres couldn't help but laugh. He was acting like a sulking kid ... a side of him she hadn't fully seen before.
Rolling back to face him, she placed her palm against his cheek, her thumb tracing over his sharp jawline.
"Of course not," she admitted, making Zeus grin. "Did you forget? I ignored you for six whole months before."
She arched a brow, watching as Zeus visibly swallowed.
"But that was before," he countered quickly, his voice low and firm. "When you still weren't mine. But you're mine now."
Ceres smirked. "Exactly. So I said, try me." Her expression turned serious, daring him. "Let's see if I can do it again."
Zeus held her gaze, his eyes searching hers, before groaning in frustration.
"You're so unfair, love," he grumbled, burying his face into the crook of her neck and pressing a lingering kiss there.
"Unfair?" Ceres repeated, incredulous. She didn't stop him from kissing her, but her voice carried her disbelief. "I'm the unfair one? My body feels so sticky, my legs are literally shaking, and you have the audacity to call me unfair?"
Zeus only chuckled and tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer despite the massive size of the bed.
Ceres huffed in annoyance. "Move over! My bed is huge, and yet you're glued to me like we have no space."
"Nein," Zeus said smugly, tightening his grip around her, pressing her even closer to him.
Ceres blinked in disbelief.
"Did you just say no to me in German?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Non, Nee, Nej, Nyet, Nahin, Ochi," Zeus continued, listing every way he knew how to say no in different languages.
Ceres's lips curled into a smirk. Oh, so this is how he wants to play?
"Is that so?" she mused before abruptly pushing Zeus back, forcing him onto his back as she straddled him.
Zeus let out a surprised grunt, his eyes widening as he took in her completely bare form above him.
"You are not allowed to touch," she declared, swatting his hands away just as he was about to grab her.
"Love! Fǔck," Zeus groaned as Ceres moved deliberately over him, teasingly slow, making him curse under his breath.
"If you touch me," she said, tilting her head with mock innocence, "I will do a live dance on social media. And I'll only be in my underwear."
Zeus's whole body tensed.
"And you know I don't wear bras," she added with a devilish grin.
Zeus stared at her, torn between arousal and absolute fury. He knew she had no real leverage over him ... except for one thing. His possessiveness. The mere thought of anyone seeing her like that, watching her, fantasizing about her… he might actually kill someone.
"You wouldn't dare," Zeus growled, but there was doubt in his voice.
Ceres only smirked. Of course, she wouldn't say something she wasn't willing to follow through with.
"What would your mommy and daddy say?" Zeus challenged. "It would ruin your reputation."
Ceres rolled her eyes. "What reputation? Do I look like someone who cares about that? The only reputation I have is being a spoiled brat," she shrugged. "And I know for sure ... your sanity will crack long before my reputation does."
Then she moved again, pressing down against him, feeling his hardness through the blanket.
"Love! Shit," Zeus gritted out, his hands instinctively reaching for her hips, but stopping midair.
Ceres laughed. "You know what? I have an even better idea."
She reached for her phone and quickly started recording a video.
"Love, no," Zeus said immediately, eyes flashing with alarm.
"You're touching me!" Ceres exclaimed just as Zeus tried to grab the phone, knowing exactly what she was planning.
"I'm not touching you!" Zeus growled, a mix of frustration and surrender in his voice.
"Hmm... maybe I should upload this to YouPorn or OnlyFans? I bet I'd make a lot of money," she mused, watching his reaction.
Zeus sucked in a sharp breath. "How do you even know about those sites?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion. "Do you use them?"
Ceres raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So you do know them? That means you watch porn, don't you? Are there other women you fantasize about?"
Zeus clenched his jaw as she moved again purposefully, pushing him further into madness.
Before he could respond, a sharp knock echoed from the door.
Zeus let out a breath of relief, throwing his head back against the pillow.
"Oh my God, thank you," he muttered.
Ceres narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh? So now you're grateful for interruptions? That means you don't want me anymore?" she accused, shifting forward so her bare chest was nearly brushing against his face.
Zeus's hands twitched. "Of course I do. But I need to touch you." His voice was thick with restraint, his fingers itching to grab her.
"Go ahead," she taunted. "Touch me. And I'll be famous on OnlyFans before the night is over."
Zeus let out a sharp exhale, fighting the urge. He was losing this game, and she knew it.
The knocking became more insistent, more urgent.
"What the heck!" Ceres groaned, shooting the door a glare. At least this time she remembered to lock it ... after what happened when her Nanny Joan walked in on them last time, she had learned her lesson.
"Seriously?" she muttered before sighing and reluctantly climbing off Zeus. She grabbed her silk bathrobe, slipping it on before heading toward the door.
The moment she turned away, Zeus grabbed her phone.
Quickly, he stopped the video recording and ... without hesitation ... sent the file to his phone before deleting it from hers.
Ceres may have been playing with him, but Zeus knew better than to let his wild little fiancée have blackmail material against him.
Just the thought of anyone else seeing her like this?
Unacceptable.
Even imagining another man looking at her naked body was enough to make his blood boil.
If anyone dared ...
Zeus flexed his fingers.
He would personally make sure they never saw anything again.