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She’d branded him, reduced him to her property

Had he deserved it? Maybe Once, he’d been a prisoner in this bleak realod overthrown and locked away, forgotten, no better than rubbish He’d wanted out, and he had been willing to do anything to see it done Anything So he had seduced Nike, one of his guards, using her feelings for hiainst her

Though she would deny it now, she truly had fallen a little in love with hied his escape, a cri to risk it For hi hi froht—she discovered that he had also seduced several other feet the job done when four could serve him better?

He’d counted on the fact that none of the Greek females would want their affair with an enslaved Titan known He’d counted on their silence

What he should have done was count on their jealousy

Nike had realized she’d been used, that his eed Rather than throw him back into his cell and pretend he did not exist, rather than have him beaten, she’d had him held down and marked permanently

For years he’d dreaht the desire was the only thing that kept him sane as he wiled away century after century in this hellhole Alone, darkness his only companion

Ian to crack When the defenses began to crumble When their collars fell away It had taken a while, but he and his brethren had finally ed to work their way free They’d attacked the Greeks, brutally and without mercy

In a matter of days, they had won

The Greeks were defeated and now locked exactly where they’d locked the Titans Atlas had volunteered to oversee the reale Finally, his day of vengeance had arrived Nike would forever bear his mark

“You should be grateful you’re alive,” he told her

“Fuck you”

He smiled slowly, evilly “You’ve done that, remember?”

Her struggles increased Increased so viciously she was soon panting and sweating right alongside his men

“Flip her over,” he ordered them No mercy Atlas didn’t have the patience to wait until she tired “I’ll just keep tattooing until h to satisfy me”

With a frustrated, infuriated screech, she finally stilled She knew he spoke true He always spoke true Threats were not so Only promises

“That’s a good girl” Atlas strode forward and ripped the cloth from her back The skin was tanned, smooth Flawless Once, he’d caressed this back Once, he’d kissed and licked it And yes, being with her had beenwith any of the others, but he would not be ruled by his dick and release her before branding her, all in the hopes that he could get her into bed again He would do this

“That’s not what I did to you,” Nike rasped “I didn’t mark your back”

“You would rather I brand your lovely breasts?”

At that, she held her tongue

Good He didn’t want to mar her chest Her breasts were a work of art, surely the world’s finest creation “No need to thank me,” he muttered He held out his hand and someone slapped the needed supplies in his palm “At least you won’t have to look atlife” As he had to do

“Don’t do this,” she suddenly cried “Please Don’t” She turned her head and there were tears in her brown eyes

She wasn’t a beautiful woman Could barely be called pretty Her nose was a little too long, and her cheeks a little too sharp She had ordinary brown hair cut to hit her too-wide shoulders, and the body of a warrior But there was so about her that had always drawn him

He rolled his eyes “Dry the fake tears, Nike” And he knew they were fake She wasn’t prone to displays of emotion “They don’t affect me and they certainly don’t become you”

Instantly her eyelids narrowed, the tears ret this I vow it”

“I’ with her had always excited him

Without a single beat of hesitation, he pressed the ink gun just below her shoulder blade His grip was steady as he etched the outline of the first letter A Not once did she flinch Not once did she act as if she felt a single ounce of pain He knew it hurt, though Oh, did he know To permanently mark an immortal, ambrosia had to be mixed into the colored liquid and that ambrosia burned like acid