“I need this now,” he said. He pulled away enough to meet her gaze even though his vision was hazy. “Yes,” she whispered, breathless. He groaned. “I will not be gentle, Ariadne,” he said. “It’s okay,” she said, and this time, she kissed him. His hands moved to her ass, and as he dragged her up his body, someone cleared their throat. They froze, and when Dionysus turned his head, he realized they were not alone—far from it. His living room was full of people. “Way to go, Hecate,” Hermes said. “They were just getting to the best part.” “What the actual fuck?” Dionysus snarled. His desire turned
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