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.
