“Jesus Christ,” Meela grumbles. “Zeus’s offspring are annoying as fuck.”
I hurry down the stairs and march straight up to him. “What are you doing here?” I whisper-yell at him. “You said I could see my grandmother and go to the mall after school.”
He tosses me a helmet. “I’m taking you.”
“But why?”
“Because I don’t trust you.” He straddles his motorcycle and motions for me to get on behind him. “Get on.”
“I said I wouldn’t—”
“Get on the fucking bike, Zilphia, or the only place you’ll be going is up and down on my dick,” he bellows. My cheeks heat in embarrassment. God, I fucking hate him!
I look back at Meela and Leah, blinking back the tears threatening to spill free. “I’ll meet y’all at the mall.” I hold out my backpack to Leah. “Can you take this for me?”
She gives me a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, sure.”
“She’s sorry for what she did, okay?” Meela fumes, her hands forming tight fists at her side. “Are you going to shit on her for the rest of your miserable life?”
“Not just shit, I’m going to piss on her too,” he counters, gracing her with the same sardonic smirk perfected by his brother, and obviously inherited from their father. “Wait, I already did that.”
Meela frowns, blinking in confusion. I haven’t told them about my visit to God’s Glory and most likely never will.
“Get on the bike, Zilphia,” he orders again. “Or should I give your classmates something to really talk about?”
I avoid the faces around me, slipping the helmet on before climbing onto the bike behind him. Once we’re away from prying eyes, I allow my tears to fall. I can’t be at his beck and call for the rest of my life. I just can’t, and bringing a baby into this toxic shit is crazy. I don’t know what to do. Killing him isn’t an option. The Gods would never stop searching for me. Anyway, I can’t stomach the thought of killing him, though I’d be doing myself and the world a favor.
He makes a sharp turn down an alley, and I instinctively tighten my arms around his waist. One of these days, he’s going to send us both to an early grave. I frown, noticing there’s no outlet at the other end. He kills the engine, but before I can ask any questions, he’s off the bike and yanking me in front of him.
“Why—” I gasp, the words dying on my tongue as he snatches my helmet off, dropping it beside his on the ground.
In the next instant, my back is pressed against the crumbling brick wall, my arms pinned high above my head. Then his mouth is on mine, hard and demanding. He tastes like desperation, lust, and something… dangerous. It’s suffocating. His hungry tongue sweeps past my lips as his dick grows long and thick against my belly.
“I need you,” he growls, yanking my jeans down to my thighs.
“Stop,” I pant, latching onto his wrists. “I’m not going to let you fuck me in a dirty alley.”
“You don’t get a say in where or when I fuck you, Zilphia,” he snarls, ripping my thong from my body.
“No, Sandman, no!” I plead with him. “You can’t keep treating me like this. I’m going to be the mother of your child.”
“You think I want to be obsessed with you?” He slips a hand between my thighs. “Obsessed with this? To crave you more than I crave my next breath?” he rasps, burying his nose against the side of my neck and inhaling my scent. “To crave your smell, the warmth of your skin, the wet suction of your hot pussy? You consume my every waking moment. I fucking hate you, Zilphia. But I hate myself even more for wanting you so badly.”
“I never wanted to be your obsession,” I sob in frustration. “Please stop this. I can’t take it anymore. Please, for our child’s sake.”
“You should’ve stayed in your bedroom that night, Zilphia,” he says, sinking to his knees.
“No good deed goes unpunished,” I whisper.
He looks up at me from under those long golden eyelashes and blows on my clit. I cry out in ecstasy, my knees nearly buckling. It shouldn’t feel like this—hot, consuming, perfect. Not with him. He’s a monster.
“No good deed goes unpunished,” he echoes, then slowly licks me from my throbbing entrance to my clit, keeping his gaze locked with mine.
I cry out again, my head thrashing from side to side. I’m on fire for him.
“Want me to stop?” he asks, his eyes daring me to lie.
I shake my head, my eyes burning with tears. There’s no sense in denying it. My body’s reaction reveals the truth.
