Page 15 of Gilded Gods

He cups my ass in his big hands and pushes me into his hard dick. “That was me claiming what’s mine.”

“I’m not yours.” I peel his hands from my ass and slide off his lap. “Give me the remote. No more games.”

“I bet your panties are soaked for me,” he guesses, and the fucker is right. I’m drenched for him. “I’ll give you the remote if you let me check for myself.”

I bend down so our faces are only inches apart. “This is my house. If you don’t let me watch what I want, I’ll get my Glock and follow through on what we started earlier.”

“You got a thing for guns, don’t you?” He nods at the gun on the table and says, “Pick it up. You can shoot me with it. Anywhere but my face or dick. But first, I want you to take off these shorts.” He tugs at the hem, and I slap his hand. “Get on the table and spread your legs for me, so I can watch your pussy swallow the barrel.”

My eyes grow wider at his proposal. “You’re legitimately insane.”

He tips his head back and laughs. “I’m not any crazier than you.”

I glance at Apollo and Atlas, who stare at me with interest. Their cocks are hard, tenting their sweatpants. We must have put on more of a show than I realized. It felt like Ares only sucked on my nipple for a second before it was all over.

I’ve never felt wanted by one man, let alone three. This is oddly satisfying and terrifying. Dressed in shorts and a thin top, I usually feel self-conscious about other people looking at me. Home is the only place I dress like this. But around them, I feel desired.

“You wanna get freaky, baby?” Ares waggles his black eyebrows at me, grabbing his crotch. “I’m into some sick and twisted shit. There’s nothing I won’t do to bury my dick in your forbidden pussy.”

I’m curious about his definition of sick and twisted, but hold my tongue. If I show interest in Ares, he’ll never leave me alone. Besides, he’s going to be my stepbrother.

All three of them.

Fuck me.

“You know what,” I tell him, “on second thought, I think I’ll skip watching TV tonight and just go to bed.”

“Good choice,” Apollo says, speaking for the first time since I entered the room. “You’ll need more than a safe word with Ares. I don’t think you’re ready for him yet, sweetheart.”

A safe word?

I hear those a lot at the club.

Ares smirks in response. “Night, little dragon. Don’t forget to stretch out your pussy while you’re having dirty dreams about me.” He strokes his big, hard dick over the top of his sweatpants. “You need to make room for me.”

I open my mouth to say something witty but ignore him and walk away.

“Told you she wouldn’t fuck you,” Atlas says as I enter my bedroom and shut the door without waiting to hear Ares’s response.

ChapterNine

ARES

My stepsister purrslike a kitten when she moans. I wasn’t planning to suck on Ophelia’s nipple, but when she shoved those big tits in my face, I couldn’t help myself. They were there for the taking.

Ophelia storms out of the den after I offer to let her shoot me, which is a shame for both of us. It seemed like a fair trade. Watching her pussy swallow the barrel of my gun would have been worth the bullet wound.

She’ll end up shooting me by the end of this month. I might as well get it over with now. At least, we’ll both get something out of it.

She left the three of us rock-hard and irritated. Frustration tugs at Apollo’s face as he adjusts himself. Atlas covers his boner with the sketchbook and shoves his hand down the front of his sweatpants.

“Told you she wouldn’t fuck you,” Atlas says the second Ophelia’s door shuts at the end of the hallway. “You think every woman wants you, Ares. But Ophelia isn’t like the girls you fuck.”

I cock my head at Atlas. “What is she like? Please enlighten me, baby brother, since you’re so fucking smart.”

“You know Atlas is right.” Apollo flashes an all-knowing look. “Ophelia is a boss. The men at Olympus respect her for a reason. She’s not an extension of her father, and she won’t put up with your usual mindfuckery.”

“Mindfuckery?Did you learn that word at Yale?”

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