Chapter 42. Our Little Secret

Venus POV

In a day, I had managed to upset two men. At least I didn’t care about the Alpha King’s feelings, but the man who had just scorched me with his lips alone was important. I didn’t know why I thought he was. It was a feeling—one that I had never felt toward anyone before.

“Goddess, he still did not tell me his name!” I remembered not to slap my hand on the wooden table and chose to smack my forehead instead. In the midst of the unexpected sexual ambush, I had forgotten to ask him a very basic question. No one had touched me the way he had, as if he had the right to have me. He was unapologetic about his roaming hands, and his kiss was possessive.

Yet I had not pushed him away. He was right; I had participated in every way, urging him on with my pliant body. He must have taken my silence as permission, and his hands on me had dulled my bra