At the school gala, Athena made her grand entrance in the black net dress Rhydric had bought for her.

The gown clung to her like a second skin, sheer black net layered over a fitted underdress that hugged every curve without apology. The neckline dipped dangerously… only half her boobs are hidden. 

The attention shifted the instant she entered. Head turned. Conversations died down immediately.

Athena didn't care one bit, instead her eyes scanned the hall, searching for her four handsome men, and she found them already staring. No, not just staring. Devouring.

Eryx let out a low breath. “Fuck you, Rhydric,” he muttered, eyes glued to her. “Why would you get her a dress like that?”

Rhydric didn’t answer right away. He moved, setting his glass down on the table with an annoying calm. A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips.  “That's because, I know what suits my girl best.” he said smoothly, clearly pleased with himself.

"Corrections...our girl." Azrael corrected as he drank from his glass.

Rhydric ignored his brothers and ignored the countless stares…some stunned, some jealous, some openly resentful. Rhydric closed the distance between them. His hand slid up, and his fingers curled possessively around her neck, without warning he crashed his lips onto hers.

Athena gasped, the sound melting into the kiss, and then she smiled against his mouth.

Rhydric’s kiss was dark and possessive.  It wasn’t gentle at all. In fact, it's the opposite of that. His lips moved hungrily against hers, like a man starving for years.

Azrael looked away. Then back again. He shouldn’t be jealous anymore. He knew that. Still…he couldn’t help it. Theodore, on the other hand, smiled, fully satisfied.  Waiting patiently for his turn.

Eryx rolled his eyes so hard they almost fell out of his head. When the kiss still hadn’t ended, he strode toward them, voice low, almost a growl. “Alright... you've had enough.”

Rhydric kissed her a little longer, just to be cruel, before finally releasing her.

Athena was all flushed and breathless. Her lips were swollen. Eryx didn’t give her a second to recover. He slammed his lips onto hers, one hand gripped her waist, the other grabbing her ass without hesitation. Athena moaned into his mouth, but the loud music swallowed the sound whole.

Eryx pulled back slightly, just enough to smile against her lips, utterly satisfied. He knew she was going to make him pay for that later. And he was all in.

Azrael watched, jealousy twisting sharp and unwanted in his chest, but the sight was so damn hot that he felt his little brother twitch. And that was it. His patience snapped.

He stood, crossed the space in seconds, yanked Eryx away from Athena, fisted his hand in her hair, and kissed her hard.

Athena thought she might actually die. Her knees nearly buckled. She was already dripping wet. Her panties literally soaked. Oh…Fuck them. Fuck them all.

Around them, the students stared. Jealousy burning through them.

Azrael kissed her until he was satisfied, then finally pulled back. Athena was red as a tomato. He smirked. “You look wrecked...Viper."

She slapped his chest and glared up at him. “Shut up...That's all of you fault.”

Rhydric and Eryx only smiled. She pushed Azrael back slightly and looked past him.

Then she saw Theodore. He was sitting on the table, legs spread wide. One hand tapped lazily against the surface, the other resting on his lap. When their eyes met, he smiled.

But beneath that smile, was barely restrained hunger. The three of them had already ruined her enough. He hadn’t wanted to add to it.

But, Athena didn’t like that at all. She’d been waiting for his kiss too. So she walked toward him instead.

Theo’s jaw clenched the moment she got close. She climbed onto him without hesitation, sitting directly on his little brother. He groaned, arms wrapping around her waist.

Before his lips met hers, he murmured teasingly, “Fuck Athena..." without warning he slammed his lips on hers.

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Her kneeling on her bed, hair tousled, nightgown clinging to every curve, leaning toward the camera in a way that made her cleavage impossible to ignore. The same picture she had taken for Oliver last night. 


Her stomach twisted violently. But the picture wasn't the worst part.


The caption beneath it was a nightmare spilled into words. A dirty, vulgar confession she never wrote.


{"I just can't help myself… I'm too delicious, to be resistance… 


Mr. Meadow? That man lost his mind. Screaming, begging, Cumming between my legs. 


He couldn't stop whining about how awful his wife is in bed… and you know what? I didn't just tease him… I fucked him senseless. I even moan for him that… he completely forgot he even had a wife. Now? He's hooked, and there's no going back. 


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