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Cayde
The last hour has been fucking excruciating.
Up until about five minutes ago, all I could think was what a fucking idiot I was for trusting Athena. For believing that she could pull off her insane plan. Part of me almost wanted to laugh because she wound up getting fucked in front of everyone anyway, and the irony is almost too much to handle. But I’m too angry to be very amused by it, and on top of that, horny as hell after the show Dean put on.
And what a fucking show it was.
Holding down Athena to get spanked is second only in terms of turning me on to spanking her myself. Watching her get more and more aroused, watching her cry out and squeal and squirm trying not to come—it made me hard as a fucking rock. I was jealous as hell of Jaxon getting to eat her sweet pussy, but watching her fight off her orgasm was hot as fuck.
But Dean fucking her ass made me enraged.
First of all, because I want that ass, it was the only hole she had that could have been mine alone. And second, because he fucking brutalized her.
I thought I was cruel, but what he did to her was some next-level shit. Even I would have warmed her up a little. Maybe even let her come, just to relax her. She was wound so tight I’m amazed he was able to get his dick up her ass at all.
But the whole point was to punish her, I guess, and he did that.
I didn’t know what was going to happen after that. Athena looked dazed and thoroughly fucked, and I had no fucking idea how she was going to rally and carry out her plan. This was it, our last chance. My last chance to not be ordered around by Dean fucking Blackmoor for the rest of my fucking life. In other circumstances, I would have just gone ahead and fucked her. She’d already given me the okay.
But she’d given me the okay privately. It needs to be public. She needs to ask me, beg me even, to fuck her in public, in front of everyone, so there’s no doubt that Dean can’t be the winner. That he’s not the only one who’s had her. We have to fuck everything up for him in grand fashion, and the only way I can do that is if Athena can get her shit together long enough to play it out.
And then that little blonde slut served me up an opportunity on a silver platter.
“It’s not fair! That sloppy whore gets all three of them, even though she’s clearly Dean’s! They still want her, though, even though they can’t have her! It’s not fucking fair!” She turns back to me. “What are you going to do, never get laid again? She’s Dean’s. He just fucked her in front of everyone. You can’t even have her!” She repeats it in a slurring voice, and I smirk because she’s just given me everything I need.
“Oh?” I raise an eyebrow and turn towards Athena, slowly pushing herself up off the table. “I’m not so sure about that.”
And then I turn towards Athena, tangling my hand in her hair, and pull her towards me for a kiss.
Fuck, it’s good. Every inch of ground I’ve gained with her before this has been hard-fought, hard-won, her fighting me and scratching and yelling the entire time. But this time, we’re in it together. This time, Athena wants it, and even if it’s for her own ends, even if she’s using me just as much as I ever used her, I don’t care.
I’m going to get to fuck her. I’m going to get to do everything I want to her, and she’s finally going to beg for it, after all this time.
It’s so fucking delicious I could come on the spot.
But I never thought it would be this good just to kiss her.
Athena moans, her hands going to my face, her mouth slanting over mine as her lips open. My tongue plunges inside, tangling with hers, and she arches against me, her hands grabbing at the hem of my shirt as her bare breasts press against me.
“What the fuck are you doing!” I hear Dean’s voice behind me, enraged, and I grin against Athena’s mouth because I knew this was coming. I feel his hand hard on my shoulder, yanking me around, and I grab his wrist, twisting it until his face crumples and he cries out in pain.
“I’m getting back in the game,” I tell him with a smirk, and then I jerk my head, looking at four of my rugby buddies that have been on the sidelines this whole time.
“Hold him back,” I tell them.
Dean works out, but he’s no match for four rugby players. They grab him, arms and waist and shoulders, and drag him backward, still in full view of the show but unable to do anything about it. And then I turn back to Athena with a grin, enjoying the feeling of every pair of eyes in the room on me—on us.
“Where were we?”
She flashes me a huge smile. Her eye makeup is running and smudged, her lipstick a mess, her clothes half torn off. Yet all I can think is that she looks so fucking beautiful, mine to ravage, mine to devour, to destroy, my pet, my toy, and I’m going to fuck her until she comes and comes and cries out for more. She’s never going to forget this night.
And neither am I.
I back her up against the table as my lips crash down onto hers again, and I wrap my fist in her hair, running my tongue over her lips as I kiss her hard. She kisses me back, and god, I never knew how good Athena Saint could be when she wants it. Forcing her pales in comparison, taking it from her couldn’t possibly ever be the same again. She’s fire when she’s fighting, but she’s a fucking goddess when she wants it, fierce and passionate as her namesake, and I’m so hard I think I’m going to rip through the front of my joggers. My cock is throbbing, aching, a wet spot on my boxers from my dripping pre-cum, and I break the kiss gasping to look around at the crowd.
“Dean Blackmoor hasn’t won,” I say firmly. “He wasn’t our pet’s first choice, and he isn’t her choice now. Watch. She’s going to ask me to take her in every hole—she’s going to beg me—and this game won’t be over after that. You’ll all see.”
I see Athena’s expression waver at the mention of all her holes because one of them definitely wasn’t part of the agreement. But now Dean has had all of them, and I’m not about to let him keep a single part of her for himself.
