The Initiation (Filthy Rich Americans, #1)

by Nikki Sloane

He’d chosen a word that gave me power, saying I could lay waste to others.

The prince had wanted me all to himself, and I gave it willingly.

My stomach clenched as he slipped the fingers he’d used to fuck me with into his mouth, closed his lips, and sucked my taste from them. He watched me the whole time he did it, his eyes flaring with unsated desire.

“Would you just shut up?” I pleaded. “And fucking kiss me?”

“I’m sure it’s nothing a few decades of very expensive therapy can’t fix.”

“I’m not stupid, Marist. We both came into this arrangement with goals that have nothing to do with each other, or love, but I’m an ambitious man. Eventually,” his words had gravity, pulling me under, “I will want it all.”

He was Hades, wanting to take me to the underworld and be his bride, and this ring was the pomegranate seed that would make me stay.

“If you haven’t figured out yet just how much I like you, then you’re not as smart as I thought you were.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone,” his voice was uneven, “the way I want you.”

For the third time in my life, he walked out the door without glancing back, leaving me gutted.

Maybe I’d grow hard and truly become Medusa. I’d find the power to become a monster and turn my enemies to stone.