Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
OPHELIA
We’re all riding an intense high after Ares wins the fight, and the four of us want to party.
I head into the kitchen to grab the open bottle of champagne from the refrigerator. Ares takes it from my hand, throws me onto the counter, and rips off my clothes.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Little Dragon.” He tears off his shirt and throws it on the floor, licking his lips. His shorts and boxers are next, his dick already hard and ready for me. “I won. Now, I get to claim my prize.”
“Play nice, Ares.” I glance at Atlas and Apollo as they undress beside us. “Your brothers want to play, too.”
“You were mine first,” he says the second he slams his big dick into me, stealing a moan from my lips. “Isn’t that right, baby? Tell my brothers who owns this pussy.”
“You do, Ares,” I whimper as he pounds into me so hard my ass slaps against the countertop. “Oh, fuck. You do.”
Thankfully, no one has attempted to turn on the lights. Ares knows better. I think his brothers do, too. The under-the-cabinet lighting is enough to cast a golden glow over my body.
As we fuck, Ares grabs the bottle of champagne and pours it on my naked body. Atlas gets on the counter behind me and pins me down. He watches the champagne trail between my breasts and down my stomach. Then he leans over and licks my skin.
I grab his big dick, and he sits back to look at me. He’s kneeling, with his thighs between my head.
“I want to taste you.” I slide my tongue across my lips. “Put your dick in my mouth.”
I’m so obsessed with these two I can’t even think straight when I’m around them. Of course, Apollo watches us from a distance, but his eyes never leave my body.
I know not to ask him to join.
He’ll come to me whenever he’s ready… if that time ever comes. I hope it does because I want to make him feel better.
Apollo doesn’t provide his usual instruction. Instead, he sits in a dining chair, hand wrapped around his thick, pierced shaft. His eyes stay on me, and my skin tingles from the tiny bumps spreading down my arms.
When I can feel Atlas getting closer to chasing his release, his dick pops out of my mouth. He doesn’t want to come yet. So he lifts the bottle of champagne and drizzles it on my tits and stomach so he can lick it off.
“You taste divine, goddess,” he whispers in my ear.
I love my nickname. Whenever I’m with Atlas, he makes me feel like a goddess.
Powerful.
Strong.
Beautiful.
Sexy.
We know each other better now. So when Atlas pushes his cock past my lips again, he doesn’t fuck my mouth like he’s trying to kill me.
I don’t need my safe word.
They’re keeping a better pace this time and giving equal love to every inch of my body. And when Ares comes inside me, his orgasm is so forceful it makes mine even more intense. His tremors shake through me, and with our bodies melded, I feel everything.
He pulls out and stares between my thighs. A smile tips up the corners of his mouth. “I love filling you with my cum, Little Dragon.”
I don’t want him to stop doing this.
Atlas hasn’t come yet and rubs my swollen lips with his thumb. “Can you handle more, goddess?”
“Say it again,” I whisper.
“Say what?” His eyebrows raise. “Goddess?”
I nod.
Atlas bends down and kisses my lips. “Goddess.”
I love it when he says this to me.
He makes me feel sexy.
They all do.
“How do you want your goddess?”
He slides off the counter. “Stay like that. Don’t move.”
Atlas swaps places with Ares, who sits beside us and massages my nipples while stroking his semi-hard cock wet with our cum.
I’m dripping when Atlas pushes inside me and groans my name. “You’re so full, baby. Fuck.” He bites his lip, clutching my hips as he lifts my ass off the marble to change the angle. “You’re our little cum slut, aren’t you?”
My eyes widen at his words.
I like this side of Atlas.
“You like taking it like a good little whore, don’t you?” Atlas goes so deep that his pelvis hits me with each thrust.
“Oh God,” I choke out, barely able to catch my breath as he fucks me even harder. “Don’t stop, Atlas. Mmmm… Harder.”
Ares’s hand slips beneath my chin, and he kisses me, draining the air from my lungs. Between the two of them, I might die. But at least I’ll be happy and completely satisfied when I leave this world.
Ares pulls away from me and mutters, Shit.”
Atlas stops fucking me.
Before I know why, it’s too late.
The overhead lights turn on as an orgasm washes over me. It’s impossible to stop it. My brain can’t process anything until I come down from this delicious high.
“What the fuck is going on in here?”
No.
My brain fog clears, and I can now focus on his voice.
Dad?
Atlas pulls out of me, still standing in between my thighs, as we turn to look at the entrance. The fury on my father’s face sends a chill down my arms.
I cover myself with my arms, wishing I could find my shirt scattered across the floor with the rest of our clothing. Even if I wanted to hop down, it would give everyone a show. So, I tuck my legs into my chest and try to cover myself as best as possible.
Dad stands a few feet away with a shocked Athena at his side.
Her hand covers her mouth, speaking between her fingers. “Ares, why is your penis in my fruit basket?”
“It’s not in the fruit basket, Ma.” Ares chuckles. “Is that seriously what you’re worried about right now?”
“Belen, you have to do something about this,” Athena shouts. “Your daughter and my sons?” She sobs, turning her head away from us. “This is unacceptable. Disgusting.”
“I agree, darling. Let me handle it.”
As Dad approaches us, Athena hangs back, closer to the door, unable to look at her sons or me.
I don’t blame her.
This looks like a porno.
The woman hates cursing and sexual innuendo. She’s clutching her pearls and praying for our souls over there.
My dad’s eyes look darker, like bottomless pits. “Ophelia Cora Drakos,” he shouts so loudly it pierces my eardrum. “What in the hell would possess you to fuck your brothers?”
“They’re not my brothers,” I spit back. “We don’t share any DNA.”
“That is beside the point, young lady.” He walks toward us, unfazed that we’re in his kitchen butt-ass naked. “I never should have let you run The O Club. That place has corrupted you.” Dad shakes his head, disgusted, and picks Atlas’s shirt off the floor, throwing it at me. “Get dressed. Now!”
I use the fabric to cover my body since lifting my arms to yank it over my head would only make this more awkward.
“Look at you,” Dad sneers. “You’ve turned into a whore. How could you let them take turns with you?”
“Dad, I know how this looks.” My voice trembles with each word. “Just calm down.”
“I will not calm down.” He throws his hands in the air, bursting with anger that flushes his tanned cheeks. “You have ruined everything, Ophelia. Everything! I gave you a family again, and this is how you repay me?”
“I never wanted them to be my family,” I fire back.
“Now I know why!” Dad’s nostrils flare as his eyes sweep over the kitchen to each of my men. “You took advantage of my daughter. I know Athena didn’t raise you to be sick perverts.”
“In all fairness, Belen,” Ares says, “you don’t know us well. And we like your daughter.”
I love that Ares is coming to my defense, but it’s not helping the situation. Because hearing how he feels about me only increases my father’s rage. He balls his hands into fists at his sides, teeth clenched. For a second, I think he’s going to hit Ares.
That won’t end well.
Ares will knock him out.
“My daughter isn’t some toy for you to pass to your brothers,” Dad yells. Then his eyes are on me again. “Effective immediately, you’re disowned, Ophelia. All of you, pack your bags. Get out of my house. I never want to see you again.”
“No,” I protest. “You can’t do that to me.”
“I can do whatever I want.” His eyes flicker with heat that causes my stomach to twist into knots. “You can kiss the clubs goodbye. Forget the life you had. It’s all gone, Ophelia. I hope tonight was worth it.”
My club.
Tears streak down my cheeks. “Dad, no. Please. I’ll do whatever you want. Don’t take Olympus from me. I need it.”
He doesn’t know how much becoming Mistress O has helped me to accept myself. And my girls? What will they do without me?
Dad sneers. “We’re done, Ophelia. You’re not my daughter anymore.”