Once a Myth (Goddess Isles, #1)

by Pepper Winters

This one moved like she had a crown upon her head. A crown made of dignity and diamonds, heavy on her brow but invaluable to her sense of worth. Her ankles were narrow, her wrists delicate, her collarbones perfect sweeps of femininity leading to the elegant line of a regal throat. For the first time, I felt a kick of interest. A brief skip in my familiar cold-hearted heartbeat.

He didn’t need to buy me to say he had money. It was obvious he had mountains and skyscrapers of the stuff. He bled wealth. He breathed affluence. He was the epitome of abundance—abundant physical assets, monetary riches, and a treasure chest of private islands.

At first, I thought it was a trick. A way out of our fierce debate. But when I’d nudged her with my shoe and she hadn’t moved, I’d hauled her into my arms, stormed to the doctor, and demanded he figure out what the hell was wrong.

smh

At least, she was clean and immune to the nasty disease of pregnancy.

disease ??? what the fuck

“Let me remind you that my girls crave me. They want me, not just for the term of our contract, but forever.” His voice lowered, as if one could be hiding in the bushes watching us. “If they saw this…saw us, you’d probably not be well-liked. They’d be…” He smiled slow and wolf-like. “Jealous.” “Jealous because I’ve somehow caught the attention of a monster? What poor, delusional souls.”

One or the other had to happen. Sex or murder. And sooner rather than later.

lmao

His beauty wasn’t fair. It made a mockery of every other beautiful thing because it turned perfection into a sin. Prettiness was a weapon and a curse. In a woman’s case, it was mainly a curse. In Sully’s case, it was most definitely a weapon. An annihilation.

I laughed once. “You expect me to bow to you? To never answer back…even when you’re wrong. To never question your behaviour, even when it’s morally corrupt?”