Page 33 of London Has Fallen
Horror splays across his face. “Jesus Christ, the moment you finish here I’m sending your ass to a convent, you’re becoming a fucking nun!” He turns away, heading for the car but I call out.
“I’ve always dreamed of doing a priest and bringing him to the dark side!”
“You’d never get to the pearly gates, God doesn’t accept demons into his kingdom,” he calls back before climbing inside the car.
Feeling drained and ready for a good night's rest now that I’ve showered, I make my way back into my room only to be greeted by the sight of Cronos and Artemis standing in it. I ignore Artemis’s gaze on my towel-covered body and make my way to my dresser, giving them my back. Just to piss him off, I drop the towel when I find a shirt.
“Shut your fucking eyes!” he shouts. I fight the smile from breaking free as I yank the shirt on. I can feel him standing behind me but don’t acknowledge his presence. As I fish out a pair of panties and bend over to pull them on, he presses in closer so I can feel his cock against my ass, which I may add is hard. Once I pull my panties on I step away from him not sparing him a look as I face my bestie and smile.
“You’re playing with fire, darlin’.” I shoot him a wink and shrug my shoulders as I head for my bed, dismissing them–well, trying to at least. Slipping beneath the covers I roll onto my side facing Cronos and giving Artemis my back. The growl that comes from behind me has me smirking when I pat the vacant spot beside me, inviting Cronos over.
“You really want to get fucking burned don’t you?” The anger in Artemis’s tone is clear, but does he not realize, I don’t respond well to dick bags.
“Cronos, come cuddle with me and read me a bedtime story while I dream about fucking your brother.” Nos chokes on laughter as Artemis begins spewing explicits behind me.
“Cronos, get the fuck out,” Artemis orders.
“No, stay,” I clip out.
“Go.”
“Stay.” I roll over and smile wide at Artemis who looks like he is going to blow a blood vessel in his forehead. “I told you, I love this game. I play it with my dad all the time!”
The look he shoots me would have anyone bowing their heads and offering their submission but I’m not anyone so, I hold his stare. “Cronos, get the fuck out now.” When his brother doesn’t move after a minute he flicks his gaze to him. “I won’t hurt her.” I ponder his words for a moment, that is such a fucking odd thing to say but it seems to appease Nos.
“Call me if you need me, Lon.” I nod but say nothing as I keep my eyes on his twin. The second the door clicks shut the room plunges into subzero temperatures.
“Lon?” I roll my eyes.
“Problem?” Rather than answer my question he closes the space between us. I lay here motionless just watching as he climbs on the bed and straddles my lap. Neither of us utters a word as we glare at the other. This is a power play and if he thinks he is going to beat me at the game I was born to win, then he has another thing coming.
“You are the most infuriating woman I have ever fucking met.”
“Ditto, asshole.”
“You think because you saved the life of my brother that you are some sort of saint?” I say nothing because the truth is, I don’t care about the triplets enough to have bargained for their lives. “You saved one brother from the trials but you condemned three more to them. Do you know what he will do to them?” The anguish in his tone gives me pause. “You just issued their death warrants,” he mutters.
“What the hell are you trying to say?”
He shakes his head and rolls off me, claiming the vacant side of the side of my bed like he fucking owns it. He just lays there staring up at the ceiling like the weight of the world is on his shoulders.
“Costa will kill them if you win. Even if they win, they are dead.” I roll onto my side and prop myself up on my elbow as I stare down at him. He flicks his gaze to me and it chuffs on my nerves to admit I can see nothing but the truth in his brown eyes.
“I can’t lose these trials,” I answer honestly.
The sad smile that graces his face has a strange feeling swirling inside me, it almost feels like guilt.
“I know.”
“Then why are you here, Artemis? I’m not going to go easy on your brothers because we slept together. If you think coming here and trying to beg?—”
“I don’t beg but if I recall correctly, you do.” I try to play off his teasing but I can’t. I can feel heat pooling in my belly and need racing through my entire being as I stare down at him. I’ve grown up around a lot of men but none of them has ever inspired this type of reaction from me. I even liked some of them, they were nice. Artemis, I don’t like him and want to watch him burn at the stake like the witch he is but my body has other ideas. His assholeness calls to something deep inside me. It’s wrong and off limits but fuck, feeling him inside me was one of the most exhilarating feelings I have ever felt in my life. I surrendered control to him at that moment. I never give up control to anyone, ever.
“I think I need you to refresh my memory.” My words have his pupils dilating and filling with heat.
“Are you still sore?” His concern shocks me, he’s made it clear he despises me as much as I do him.
“No.” He eyes me warily as he reaches up and cups my cheek, searching my gaze for any sign of deceit. Using his hold on me, he pulls me toward him, giving me every chance to turn away and stop this from going further, but I don’t. The moment our lips mesh together, fire explodes inside me. I swirl my tongue against his and relish in the groan that spills from him. I deepen the kiss, not knowing what’s the right thing to do. I allow my body to guide me. I throw my leg over him and straddle his lap, resting my hands against his chest.