He got up from her while Athena lay there crying. She was scared and tired, “please?” she begged. “Oh, baby girl, I didn’t do anything yet,” he smiled. “Why are you crying?” he asked her, licking his lips. “You shouldn’t cry,” he winked, “at least, not yet,” his words made her still. Her thoughts made her imagine the worst, “Is he going to hit her, or worse, kill her? “You have to save those tears, doll. Save them,” he walked over to the table. He looked at her terror-stricken face. He grabbed a whip. Athena’s eyes bulged, “No, No, Please,” she begged. “Please, don’t hit me,” she sniffled. He wasn’t going to hit her. He would never do that, but that doesn’t mean he won’t enjoy her fear. He wouldn’t lay a hand on her now or ever. He will chop his hand out before he can even think of it. “I am not going to hit you, doll. I will do something else,” he turned around. Her eyes almost shot out of her sockets. “Oh, come on, doll face. What happened to this fear earlier?” he lashed
Golden light shimmered through the window, and the bright light woke up the entire city, yet two bodies didn’t seem to give in to the morning warmth. The man snuggled more into the woman’s warmth, loving the supple feeling her fresh skin gave him. The girl opened her eyes as if she were waking up after 100 years. She had been knocked out cold the previous night. She had no memory of what happened, but the pain in her ass told her otherwise. She winced, trying to move away, but a heavy weight held her in place. The wince woke up Azazel. He stirred, shielding his eyes from sunlight. The hard rays made him scrunch his brows. He looked to the side to see Athena looking foggy, “Good morning,” he wished her hovering on top. Athena’s body immediately went into fight or flight mode, and she frantically tried to move away, “Uh…” he stopped her by holding her in place, “Don’t move,” he hid his head in her neck, breathing there. His warm breath made her even more scared. Each time she had w
“Hello, Thena,” she heard a voice, and her heart soared with despair, sadness, and hope. She knew that voice all too well. In fact, she wanted that voice to call her name again and again. She didn’t need an introduction to who it was.“Toro?” she ran to her brother, hugging him tightly. The teenager stumbled back due to the force with which Athena hugged him but composed himself in a second and returned the hug, not wanting to let go either. Athena’s sadness dripped down her eyes like the river waiting to hit the dam after the first ice melted. The icicles in her heart melted one by one, flowing down. A strange feeling settled in her stomach, the feeling of sadness and hope. Sad that she and her brother couldn’t be together and they had to meet in secret. She didn’t know the reason why her brother wanted to see her. All she knew was that he was here for her. Will he blame her again? Perhaps, but she didn’t want to think about that. At this moment, she needed her only family, her brot
Azazel was mad at everything going on; he usually maintains his calm façade, but he raised his voice at his sister for the first time in his life, which was not sitting well with him. Athena is the reason for it. Ending it is the only way he can get back his family. This tug-of-war between his family, himself, and his mind was eating his brain like a maggot eating a dead body. He has to put a period if he has to free his brain from this torture. His anger did not reduce even when he stopped at his apartment. He threw his car keys at his guard. Grabbing a gun, he stepped down, tucking it away in his waistband. This is it, and he cannot go back. He will kill her today and free everyone from this misery. He unlocked the main entrance and entered inside. The house was quiet, eerily so. He didn’t like it a bit. The dark atmosphere was hitting him like a sucker punch in the gut. His gut feeling told him something was off. He is not a person who ignores a gut feeling. He isn’t someone who be
Azazel woke up to his phone ring, and he groaned, gently moving Athena out of his body. He plopped on his elbows and grabbed his phone. Sliding on the lock screen, he saw Ethan’s name.“Hello, Boss,” Ethan’s conservative voice greeted Azazel as soon as he put the phone on his ear.“What is it, Ethan?” Azazel’s voice was gruff and dry, “We admitted the guy from your house to the hospital. He had multiple stab wounds, and a lot of blood loss occurred. Currently, a blood transfusion is going on. He will be ready for inquiry in a day or two,” Ethan finished informing his Azazel, who was still in a daze. “Do we know who he is?” Azazel pulled Athena closer to him, but the girl did not move a muscle. She was sleeping like a log. Ethan inhaled a deep breath to break the information to his boss, “he is one of our security employees’ boss."Azazel’s brows creased, listening to his new piece of information, “my employee?” Azazel didn’t know whether to be pissed or confused, but it did make sen
“Boss,” Ethan walked into Azazel’s cabin, “the man gained consciousness,” Ethan pulled his phone out, showing the video to his boss. “What are we waiting for, then? Let’s go,” Azazel got in his car with Ethan in the driver’s seat. “Our men are there?” Azazel rested his elbow on the center console. He was nervous. Whatever he would make the man reveal will alter the course of his relationship with Athena. Somewhere in the sublime mind, he was sure that she hadn’t committed this crime that everyone blamed her off committing, but why did it feel good to punish her? Was he punishing her because she did something, or was it for his pure entertainment? He knows the answer but refused to let it known to his conscious mind. His thoughts halted when the car stopped at his warehouse. His guards opened the door for him. He stepped down, buttoning his suit jacket. He elegantly stepped into the shabby warehouse, his boots synchronizing the rhythm of the iron walls. The people in the warehouse wen
Athena opened her eyes, meeting his green ones. There were no emotions in hers, while Azazel’s eyes held some emotion, was it anger, pain, or guilt? Did she see shame, or has she finally gone mad? She doesn’t know. But she pulled back, trying to get up. Her skirt got caught on the chair’s leg, and she stumbled back, taking Azazel down. The man was quick to shield her head with his hand. He flipped her mind air and landed on his back with Athena on top of him. In expecting pain, Athena closed her eyes but opened them a moment later as she didn’t find her back hitting the hard floor. Instead, she felt landing on something soft. Athena slowly opened her eyes to meet the green-eyed demon again, the demon in her night and day sky. He intently looked at her as if she was far from him, residing in Andromeda. Athena tried to get up from his body. More of his face would infect her brain, and she would lose her sanity. The day’s pounding was still ringing in her ears. He halted her movement,
Athena woke up the next day feeling sore all over, and her pussy felt as if she had taken a jackhammer inside it. What was this? How can he have that kind of strength? He spent her to exhaustion. This was the case every single time. She could not keep having this, she has to find a way. She looked to the side and found Azazel already looking at her, “good morning,” he wished her, and Athena felt disgusted. She kept mum. “We have a ball to attend today. I will send you a dress,” she began to feel anxious; she didn’t want to go to that ball. She knew her family would be there, though her heart was aching to meet Cleon. She didn’t want to meet her other family. Her guilt of sleeping with her sister’s fiancé was eating her inside out. They already hate her so much, and she doesn’t know what to do if this comes out. Her mother would be so disappointed in her, but what else could she do? She is just a victim of circumstances. She didn’t want to argue with him either. So, she just nodded. A