Page 13 of Gilded Gods

He doesn’t need to tell me twice, so I bolt out of the room and race upstairs. There are empty boxes folded and propped against the wall in the hallway on the second floor.

I bet Apollo took the time to do that. He seems like the organized brother. While Ares is pure chaos and Atlas is oblivious. He’s always got his head in his sketchbook.

Thankfully, my stepbrothers have disappeared into their new bedrooms, conveniently located on the same floor as mine.

Thanks, Dad.

He could have split these assholes between the three floors of this massive house. Instead, he left them on the second floor with me. Athena and my dad have the entire third floor.

We have ten bedrooms and fifteen bathrooms. I guess he wanted privacy to have a fuckfest with his new bride. Lord knows I don’t want to hear Athena moaning my dad’s name in the middle of the night. I would rather slit my wrists.

I shower and change into pajamas. A pair of shorts and a matching spaghetti strap top with no bra. When I’m home, I like to be comfortable. Tonight is my first night off in months. And those assholes ruined it. After Mom died, I forced myself to work so I didn’t have to be here with the reminder she was gone.

I hear doors open and shut in the hallway. My new roomies are talking so loudly I catch hints of their conversation through my door, but not enough to get the full context. So I poke my head into the hallway, drying my hair with a towel while keeping myself out of view.

They can’t see me from the den.

I was planning to watch a movie to relax, and they were inmyspot.

Onmycouch.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

“I wanna nut all over her big tits and fat ass,” Ares tells his brothers. “Welcome her to the family the proper way.”

That motherfucker!

My mouth opens in horror, the same shame I usually feel heating my cheeks. I’m so self-conscious about my weight that it’s all I can think about some days. I lost ten pounds before my mom died. But I haven’t dieted since.

I creep down the hallway past their bedrooms to peek into the den.

Atlas sits beside Ares, shoving his hand through his dark hair that looks windblown but not messy. “She’s wound so tight.”

“I bet her pussy’s even tighter,” Ares comments with one of his sexy smirks. “I can’t wait to be balls deep in her.”

“Both of you are fucking idiots,” Apollo interrupts. “She’s not going to touch either of you.”

“Please,” Ares groans. “When has any woman ever told me no?”

Arrogant prick.

“Wanna bet?” Atlas says, challenging his older brother. “I got money on Ophelia that says she’ll shoot your dick off before she lets you put it inside her.”

He’s been quiet most of the night, busy with his drawings, and surprisingly coming to my rescue. So maybe the shy ones aren’t so sneaky after all.

“I second that.” Apollo laughs. “She hates you, bro. You don't have a chance in Hades.”

“There’s nothing better than a hate fuck.” Ares spreads his long legs, grabbing himself over his gray sweatpants. “She can hate me all she wants. I’m going to fuck the hate right from her wet cunt.”

Oh, my God.

He’s so vulgar, yet I’m turned on listening to him talk about me. I shouldn't be into this, but no man has ever spoken about me like a sexual being. Not that I want to be objectified. But shit, Iwantto be desired.

And Ares wants me.

Me.

Their conversation about me ends with the brothers fighting over what to watch on TV. I take this as my cue to interrupt their argument over the latest shows on Netflix.

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