Hera huffed, pursing her lips as she selected a pastry for herself and Zeus. Aniya leaned in closer to Zeus, her curves brushing against his arm. "Hey, Zeus, it wouldn't be a problem for you to get me something, would it?" she purred, her voice dripping with suggestion.
Zeus's eyes widened, but he quickly recovered, signaling the baker for another pastry. Hera glared at the two of them, her eyes narrowing as she watched Zeus hand Aniya a chocolate croissant. Aniya took a bite, moaning softly as the chocolate melting in her mouth. "Mmm, just what I needed," she said, winking at Zeus.
Hera couldn't contain her anger any longer. "Really, Zeus? You can't even keep it in your pants for a few hours?" she snapped. Zeus opened his mouth to respond, but Aniya cut him off. "Oh, come on, Hera, don't be like that. You know this is just a political marriage. Zeus and I have real chemistry," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm.
Hera scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Please. You're just a goddess of sins, Aniya. You have no power here," she spit. Aniya laughed, the sound rich and full. "Oh, Hera, you're just jealous because you know I'm the one he really wants," she said, grinning wickedly.
Hera's face turned red, but she didn't respond. Instead, she stormed out of the bakery, leaving Aniya and Zeus alone. Aniya took another bite of her croissant, her eyes locked on Zeus's. "Well, aren't you going to finish your pastry?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.
Zeus's eyes darkened, and he took a step closer to Aniya. "I think I'd rather have something else," he said, his voice husky. Aniya grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I think I can arrange that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The chemistry between them was palpable, and Aniya couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of their indiscretion. She knew it was risky, but she couldn't resist the allure of Zeus. She was a goddess of sins, after all. And sometimes, it was just too tempting to give in.
"Follow me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She led him out of the bakery and into the alleyway, her heart pounding in her chest. She pressed him against the wall, her body flush against his.
"Aniya," he breathed, his hands reaching for her. She silenced him with a kiss, her lips meeting his in a passionate dance. She could feel his desire growing, and she reveled in the power she held over him.
"You're mine now," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. And for that moment, at least, it was true. They were lost in their own world, their sweet indiscretion a secret they would keep close to their hearts.
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