Prince Of Greed: Chapter 16
“Why me?”
It felt like a foolish question that I already knew the answer to. I stroked the wings of the owl tattoo sprawled across his bare chest.
After leaving my father in shambles in his office, Stolas brought us to his house in Santa Monica. I’d taken two steps inside before his mouth crashed over mine and our clothes were on the floor. We made it to his bed and hadn’t left since.
The sun was now rising and filling his bedroom with bright, golden rays that held more than a new day. Rest wasn’t something I could bring myself to do. The full weight of what I’d done to my father and the sadness for myself came in waves. Between my fits of tears and rage was Stolas. Every doubt I voiced, he soothed. When reality felt like too much, he chased it away with passion.
“Because you’ve done the unthinkable.” He rolled onto his side then pulled his body over mine. “You’ve satiated me. You’re everything I’ve ever needed and more.”
“That’s hard to believe,” I said, my cheeks flushing.
“My existence has been plagued with the pursuit of things I could never possess. The power I thought I craved would have destroyed me, and chasing it made me a monster.”
He leaned down, kissed me deeply, and stole my breath once again. “It took one night with you to realize what I really needed was someone worth existing for. And in return, I’m going to love you in ways only the Prince of Greed can.”
“I look forward to it.”
And for the first time in too many years, I felt whole. As impossible as it was, I knew we belonged together.
THE END