Eros
She whimpers when I peel her tights off. She’s in one of those typical diner waitress uniforms with a skirt and a button-down front. Demetrios keeps it old school in his establishment, and in this moment, I love him for it, because I have easy access to Cara.
“Is this why you keep staring at me?” she says as I kiss her thinner thigh. She digs her fingers into my hair. “You’ve been waiting for the chance to corner me?”
“If I wanted to take you, I would’ve taken you at my pleasure.” I lick her pussy from top to bottom and lap her juices up before kissing her again, making her taste herself on my tongue. She moans as my fingers do their work, teasing her.
“They talk about you, you know,” she says as I move back down and lick her slowly, tasting her folds and loving every second of it. I murmur in Greek again, loving her honey on my tongue.
“And what do they say?” I ask.
She pulls my hair as my fingers slide inside of her. “They call you the lord-like you’re some medieval knight or whatever. They talk about you like you’re a monster and they’re afraid of you. Can you imagine, Ophelia and Hermia afraid of anyone? But they’re afraid of you.”
“Do you like that?” I ask, driving my fingers in and out, luxuriating in the sweet noise of her moans.
“I hate it,” she whispers and stares into my eyes as I look back, head tilted in curiosity. “I hate the way you’re always lurking around. They’re so nervous whenever you’re here.”
“I’ll stop coming then. But I haven’t finished with you yet.”
“Fuck,” she groans as I suck her clit, not being gentle. I don’t like that Demetrios and his family are speaking about me behind my back, but I can’t blame them. I have a reputation, and as my family’s clients, they’ll have heard all about how I came to power, the horrors I committed against my own flesh and blood.
But none of that matters. I followed Cara back here because of what Lycus said. I need to take some time for myself, and Cara is all mine, at least for this moment.
I lick and suck her, fingers doing their slick and lovely work, her fingers dig into my scalp as she climaxes on my tongue.
I growl my pleasure and keep going, sucking her through it, finally pulling back when she’s had enough.
I kiss her and make her lick her juices from my lips. “Good girl, asteraki mu,” I whisper, leaning back to study her flushed and lovely face. She’s blinking rapidly, trying to get control of herself. “I can leave you now, if that’s what you want.”
“It’s not that, Lord Eros, it’s just-” But her words are interrupted when the door opens.
“Okay, Cara, you’ve been looking skinny as fuck so I thought-”
Ophelia stands there, eyes wide with shock, holding a gyros platter in both hands. She’s curvy, with thick dark hair, tan skin, and big brown eyes. She blinks rapidly, staring at me on my knees in front of Cara, and Cara with her legs spread and her tights on the floor.
“Oh, fucking fuck,” Cara hisses as she quickly covers herself. “Phel, you shouldn’t have-”
“Holy shit,” Ophelia says with a nervous laugh. “Oh, my Christ almighty, I am so, so sorry, please, uh, as you were, I mean, keep on going, shit, okay, I’m leaving.” She slams the door and disappears.
“God damn it,” Cara groans and leans back, her cheeks bright red with embarrassment.
I smile as I stand and stretch. “I suppose they’ll have more to talk about now.”
“You asshole.” Cara jumps to her feet, yanking her tights back on. “I was just starting to fit in and now you had to go do that and ruin it.”
“I believe you were an active participant.”
“Fuck yourself, Eros.”
“Not if you can do it for me.”
“Can you just-” She groans in frustration as she shoves her shoes back on her feet. “Just leave me alone, okay? Whenever we do this, things just get more complicated and-” She stands there taking deep breaths to calm herself. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. Seriously, I’d probably be dead or homeless or back with him right now if it weren’t for you. But we really can’t.”
She shakes her head as she storms past me back into the diner.
I stand alone in the break room for a moment savoring the memory of her moans.
She’s not wrong-we really can’t. Everything I said to Lycus is true. Cara is Italian, and she’d be the last straw for many of my borderline captains.
But even as I lick her from my fingers, I know I’ll be back here tomorrow, sitting and listening to Lycus and watching her from a distance, waiting to get another taste, even if it kills me.