Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
For the first time since I’ve met Perseus, he smirks. “I can assure you one thing, princess. There’s nothing small about my dick.”
Chapter
Six
Perseus
“We need to get rid of this girl now,” I say as I enter the billiards room. Eros and Heph are playing, and Paris is like always—focused on his laptop.
“Come on man, she isn’t that bad, is she?” Eros lines up a shot. “She’s kind of hot. I bet she would look better naked and panting between us.” He slides his cue back and right as he takes the shot. Heph hooks his cue under Eros’s legs, making him stumble, and his shot go wide.
“She isn’t welcome here,” Heph growls in Eros’s face. “She’s a thief stealing Perseus’s inheritance. This is his home. Our home.”
Eros doesn’t back down, and to be honest, I wouldn’t expect him to. He shoves Heph back, and they square off against each other. They could come to blows. They have before, mostly when Eros is being a little shit, and Heph can’t tell when he is joking.
Normally, it’s fine. If they fight, it will be over after a few solid hits and then acting like it never happened within the hour.
Tonight, however, I just don’t want to deal with them.
“I didn’t say we hand over anything. I’m just suggesting that maybe we have a little fun while she is here.” Eros shoves Heph back again. In an instant, Heph is in his face again.
“Fun?” I ask, pulling both their attentions back to me.
“Yeah, fun. Like we had with the little redhead at the party last week.” Eros’s eyes light up, and I know he is thinking about the woman we had kneeling on the bathroom tiles at the governor’s mansion. She was pretty, and we were bored. And she just wouldn’t stop talking, so we gave her the opportunity to put her mouth to better use. She went back and forth between sucking me and Eros off, and she did such a good job, we brought her home and shared her with Paris and Heph.
We don’t always share women, but when we do, it becomes a game. None of us has the time or even desire for a steady girlfriend. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have needs that must be met. And we learned a long time ago, sex can be so much more fun if it’s a game. Whenever we share a woman, it becomes a sport. Who is the better lover, who can make the girl come hardest, who can make her come more, and whose name will she scream first?
Eros can almost always make them come the most, but he is aided by his piercings and love for eating pussy. Paris can make them come the hardest. The redhead came so hard for him she squirted and drenched the bed. Heph makes each one scream his name while he brutally fucks them with that thick, coke-can cock of his. But when they are asked who the better lover is, my name comes from their lips. Every damn time.
I make them earn my cock.
I whisper the filthiest things in their ears until they beg me to fuck them. I edge them over and over, telling them how amazingly tight their pussy is, how beautiful they look sucking down Paris, or riding Eros’s face. I tell them how well they take Heph and how much of a good girl they are being for me.
By the time I slide into them, they’re shaking and on the verge of another orgasm. Some nights I give in and give it to them without much of their pleading. Others, I pull their hair and make them stare at Heph, who loves to watch me work. I will lie to these girls and tell them how he only watches the most beautiful of women. That he thinks when a woman comes, you can see her soul, and it is stunning.
That poor girl walks out of here the next morning a little bow legged and completely ruined for the next man.
We even manage to get Paris off his computer for a solid two hours.
Heph argues with Eros again, but I think he might be right. “I think you could be on to something,” I say, pouring myself a few fingers of whiskey.
“You can’t be serious,” Heph scoffs.
“I am very serious.” I pour the others a drink. “I want her gone. We all want her gone, but we can’t hurt her, and we have to handle this… delicately.”
Eros and Paris both make a noise in the back of their throats, so I add, “Not that we would hurt a woman.”
Both men nod, but Heph looks like he might consider it, if the situation is right. We’ve had to hurt people in the past. Rough some people up who owe money. It’s hard to keep your hands clean when you’re a high-end loan shark as a career. But women have always been off limits—both lending to and collecting. Our cocks rule our minds. We know this. It’s our weakness. So we keep it clean.