“Bastard,”she muttered, the curse for both the men in her past.
Asif he heard her, Atlas lifted his gaze. The moment their eyes met,she wanted to release the bars. She wanted to step away, out ofsight. But she didn’t allow herself that luxury. That wouldhave been cowardly, and this man had seen her weak one too manytimes. Just to taunt him, and hopefully make him feel as out ofcontrol as he always made her feel, she allowed her attention to fallto his chest, exactly where her name rested. She smiled smugly beforeraising her gaze and arching a brow. Score. A muscle ticked in hisjaw.
Whatdoes your lover think of your mark? she wanted to shout. What doesthe blonde think of my name on your body? He jerked the stupid blondedeeper into his side and, without breaking eye contact with Nike,planted a lush, wet kiss on her mouth. Of course, she reacted as anyother woman would have. She wrapped her arms around him and held onfor dear life. As Nike well knew, that man could make a woman comewith the expertise of his kiss.
Nike’sanger intensified. Had she been able, she would have stomped downthere and ripped them apart. Then she would have killed them both.Not because she wanted Atlas for herself-she didn’t-but becausehe was clearly using yet another woman. Passion did not glow from hisexpression. Only determination did. Nike would be doing the femalepopulation a favor by snuffing him out.
“Erebos,”she called. “Come here. I want to kiss you.”
“What?”he gasped out, his shock clear.
“Doyou want a kiss or not? Get over here. Quickly.”
Therewas a rustling of clothing behind her and then her former lover wasbeside her. He was a prisoner, and sex was a rarity. He would take