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The feeling of his cock in my ass is beyond anything I could’ve ever imagined. It’s as if Eros is reaching deep within me, connecting to my very soul. I’m never letting him go.
“Oh, God. You feel so fucking good, baby. You are so fucking tight.”
Eros starts slowly thrusting again, going deeper and deeper with every thrust. It hurts, but it’s not really pain. It’s so much more. He’s fucking me deep, and I feel his balls against my ass. He pulls almost all the way out, and then thrusts back into me, balls deep.
I cry out, and I push back against him. He’s not going to dominate me completely. I’m going to have my say, and I start to fuck him back. He grunts and growls, and it turns me on even more.
“Yes, Athena, yes,” he gasps. “Ride my cock. You are so fucking sexy and beautiful.”
I lean back and push my ass into him. He grabs my breasts, and I feel him kiss the side of my neck.
I grab the sheets and pull them off the bed. I’m trying to hold onto something, anything. I have no idea why my body is reacting this way.
It hurts and feels good at the same time.
“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take every fucking inch of my cock. I’m going to take it all in your tight little ass.”
He grabs my hair and pulls back my head. His cock goes deep into me, and I can’t help but moan.
My body starts to shake. He pulls my hair again and thrusts into me faster.
Then it happens.
I can’t control myself. I orgasm around the mass in my asshole, and I love every second of it.
He yanks my hair back and growls. His cock is pulsing inside me as he fills my ass with his warm cum.
“Oh my God, baby,” he says as he collapses on top of me.
Eros kisses my neck, and I could get used to this.
After a few moments, he pulls out his cock.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve fucked you slower. I know it was your first time having anal sex.”
I turn over and look him in the eyes. “I didn’t cry.” I give him a smile and a wink.
“Well, the challenge is on for next time.”
After another round in the shower, Eros and I make it downstairs. The staff has all come back, and thankfully, no one is asking about the broken chairs or the bullet holes. Mrs. Medea is busy in the kitchen, making pancakes, and shoos Eros and me into the dining room, saying Perseus and Heph are on their way up, so she is just making one big breakfast.
When Eros and I sit down, I ask him, “How sure are you that it’s Paris?”
He draws a deep breath and sets down his coffee cup. “Last night I was positive, but this morning, after seeing how he reacted and how pissed he was and hurt, I just”—he takes another deep breath—“I don’t know anymore.”
“Don’t know what?” Perseus comes around to sit at the table. Heph, looking unusually happy, follows behind him.
“About Paris,” he answers. “I was so sure, but his reaction, and I still can’t place a motive…”
“Where does he live?” I ask as Mrs. Medea brings in breakfast and everyone fills their plate.
“His family has an estate not too far from here,” Perseus says. “Why don’t we all go? We all need to talk this shit out and make sure he doesn’t just shoot Eros.”
He isn’t wrong.
Chapter
Thirty-Four
Athena
After breakfast, we all pile into Perseus’s car. I figured his is the safest. No one is fucking with his mechanics. And we head to Paris’s family estate. It’s only about a five-minute drive, and from the outside, it looks beautiful. But the second we pass the gate, you can tell something is off. The lawn hasn’t been tended. The house has a few windows boarded up, and paint is flaking off the Roman columns on the porch.
This estate is in worse shape than my mother’s was. There is an excuse for that. They were waiting for the funds to be unfrozen to pay staff. But what is the excuse here? This is clearly years of neglect.
Perseus is the first on the porch, and he rings the doorbell. There is nothing. I don’t mean that no one answers. No bell sounds.
He tries again and nothing, so he knocks, and the front door just opens. It isn’t locked. It isn’t even closed all the way.
“This isn’t terrifying at all,” Eros says under his breath before wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into his body.
I’m not sure if he is trying to keep me close because he wants to protect me or use me as a human shield. Either way, I’m not having it. I shrug him off and enter the house, calling out for Paris.
