Page 5 of Gilded Gods

It’s sexy as hell.

Ophelia wasn’t this hot a few years ago. She’s grown into her body… and what a fucking body. She’s thick in all the right places, with a big ass I want to fuck and huge tits falling out of her top.

In her early twenties, Ophelia is wise beyond her years and mature for her age. Being the only daughter of Belen Drakos has hardened her beautiful exterior. Losing her mother six months ago, only to find out we are her replacement family, adds to her anger.

As she glares at me, I think about how I will torture her. I dream of the pain I will inflict as she’s writhing beneath me. I imagine marking her body with my hands, tongue, and cock.

“Well, I’m not scared of you,” she says with a bored look, stuffing the gun into her waistband. She clutches the bag over her shoulder and bumps her elbow into my chest. “I got a few more guns with your name on them if you think about coming near me again.”

Ophelia Drakos is a tiny little thing. She’s so small I could tuck her under my arm, but she doesn’t fuck around.

And it turns me on.

With a body made for sin, she looks damn good in this skin-tight tank top and short, spandex shorts that mold to her thick thighs. She has a lot of curves. If she’s self-conscious about being bigger than most girls, she doesn’t act like it. Ophelia carries herself like she rules the world and everyone in it.

But so does Belen.

She learned it from him.

“Phe,” Belen says from the entrance to the sitting room, “I’m not joking. I will disown you if you leave.”

“I have money,” she fires back and pulls open the front door without a care in the world like she’s untouchable. “I don’t need you anymore.”

“I’ll freeze your trust fund,” her dad threatens as he walks toward us. “You won’t be able to blink without one of my men following you around Beacon Bay.”

She turns to face him, breathing hard through her nose, eyes wide with fury. “You’re choosingthemover me?”

He shakes his dark head of hair, inching toward her with a stern look. “I’m choosing to have a family again. I want you to be a part of it. Once you get over the initial shock of the engagement, you’ll see this is good for both of us. You’ve known Athena for years. Has she ever been anything but nice to you?”

Ophelia presses her lips together, deep in thought. She knows he’s right. Our parents only started dating two months ago, four months after Cora died of cancer. My mom was with her friend every step of the way. There wasn’t a day she wasn’t at the Drakos’s house helping her best friend be more comfortable in her final stage of life.

Belen shuts the front door and hovers over his daughter. “This is what your mother wanted.”

She snorts at the idea. “No, she didn’t. Mom never mentioned anything about you getting remarried to her best friend.”

“It’s true,” my mother says. “Cora asked me to take care of your father. And you.”

“She didn’t ask you to fuck him.”

I want to wring her neck for speaking to my mother this way. Just wait until I get my hands on her. Wait until she’s alone at night with no one to protect her. I’m the man who will haunt her nightmares.

“Knowing my mom, she wanted you to come over and cook for him,” Ophelia continues, her voice rising a few octaves. “Check on the house. See if he’s okay. There’s no way she said to marry her husband after she died.”

Mom sighs and reaches into her purse to retrieve an envelope, handing it to Ophelia. “I was hoping I would never have to show you this. But your mother wanted us to be happy after she was gone.”

Ophelia removes the handwritten note from the envelope and studies every word on the page. Her eyes widen, and then her gaze flicks back to the top of the page so she can reread it.

“At first, I wasn’t sure I could do it,” Mom explains, “but things have changed between your dad and me. We sought comfort in each other and ended up falling in love.”

With a snarl, Ophelia stuffs the page into the envelope and hands it back. I expect her to run again, but she stares at each of us.

Apollo stands at my side with Atlas on his right. The three of us are only one year apart in age since my younger brothers are twins. They have similarities but are not identical. Atlas has a baby face, and Apollo has a more serious look about him. Like he’s much older than twenty-four. But maybe that’s just because he thinks he’s smarter and better than everyone.

“It’s her handwriting,” Ophelia says after a long pause, eyes downcast. “I can’t believe Mom wanted this.”

She’s coming around to the truth, the bag sliding down her shoulder as she spins to the left. Then, without another word, she heads into the dining room.

Belen lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry.” His eyes move from my mother to me and then to the twins. He lifts the bags of food and tips his head at the dining room. “Shall we eat our first meal as a family?”

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