I know it's been a long while and I apologize. Classes have kept me a bit busy and finals are coming up soon so the updates may be a little slow, and this chapter took longer than expected.

Warning: Sexual content. As usual, the explicit scene will be between two sets of X's. Please read before and after the sets of X's because they contain important information. Don't skip over them.

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(Eros' POV)

I accelerate as soon as that one gunshot goes off. Not a day can go by without some sort of shit happening. Whether it be getting shot at or shooting. Now I'm in this sadistic world where this is nothing new to Athena, and considering I want to be with her, this is my life too now. But we are in it together. As long as we protect each other and have one another's backs, we'll survive the worst.

          I sense Athena shooting back as I race down narrow one-way streets, turning and cutting corners. Although I'm not the best biker, I've ridden a few bikes back in Staten Island, and that experience is certainly helping right now. I rev the Harley and speed down an open alley that a car can't possibly enter. We exit through the other side onto a busy street that is bustling with other vehicles.

          "Leave the city!" Athena yells through the wind whooshing past us.

          I run the red lights, barely escaping oncoming cars, but we make it nonetheless. Getting on the Brooklyn Bridge, the Harley storms down, cutting various cars. From the side mirrors, my eyes notice the same car that I thought we had lost sprinting down the bridge, curving other vehicles like a lunatic trying to catch up to us. Another identical black car comes right next to it which forces me to boost the motorcycle into immense speed that gets us into Brooklyn.

"Get into an alley!" she shouts and I oblige. Tall brick apartment buildings fill the streets that I drag the bike down. We seem to have lost the attackers for now, but not for long. "That one," she instructs me. I do as she says and ride into a wide, dirty alley that is two blocks down from a midnight block party which is odd. "Stop here."

          "What are you doing?" I question when she hops off and removes her helmet, shuffling her beautiful locks.

          "I have a plan. Trust me." She discards her helmet to the side of a dumpster and pulls out a gun from her waistband. "Be my bait and lure those bastards in here."

          "Okay." I rev the engine and get ready to go, but her hand stops me. "What?"

          She removes my helmet. Blaring music from the block party filters my ears before she presses her luscious lips to mine. "Don't get shot. I don't want to worry about you while I'm taking them down."

          "Aw." I grin smugly, pulling her toward me by her waist. "You worry about me."

          She rolls her beautiful eyes at me before sliding the helmet back onto my head. "Shut your face and go."

          With a laugh, I roll out of the alley and carefully make my way down the road, passing the street that was flowing with people partying, dancing, and eating. Absolutely drunk off their asses. Something is definitely wrong with them. It's cold, but perhaps, the booze is keeping them warm under those jackets.

          I make my way down the road we came from when I notice one of the two cars speeding down right for me. Fuck! I skirt a corner, heading back for the alley I left Athena in. Bullets fly behind me which only forces me to go faster. I notice Athena standing in the middle of the road with guns aiming at the car aiming to trample me down. I drive right past her as she begins shooting.

When I reach the end of the block, I come to a drifting stop and turn the bike around just in time to watch the car flipping over Athena's head who's crouching to save herself from getting hit by the vehicle. It plays out like a movie in slow motion. The car slashes to the ground hard. All windows shatter. It breaks and bends in terrible ways, but I can see a man struggling inside.

Athena gets closer to the upside down car and shoots the last man alive inside like a deadly assassin. An extremely hot and sexy one though. I don't know why, but Athena in all her glory, fierce and confident, has my mind going to places it shouldn't be in this very moment when we are in the middle of getting killed.

Forcing those indecent thoughts out, for now, I get off the motorcycle and jog to her after removing the helmet. "Damn!" I exclaim before the other car screeches toward us.

We use the wrecked car as a cover, hiding against it as bullets pierce through the air with our names on them. "When I say run, you run." Changing out her magazines in less than a second, she rises up and fires two shots. "Run!"

I grab her hand and sprint as fast as I can before the energy from a loud explosion throws us off our feet and onto the asphalt of the road. "Fuck!" I cuss, groaning and turning around to watch the two cars go up in blazing flames. "Holy shit! What did you do?"

She gets up to her feet and shrugs. "Shot the driver."

"Nice one," I remark, mounting up to my feet and brushing the dirt off my clothes when two motorcyclists race down the street from the other side. "Give me a fucking break."

Clasping a big rock in my hand, I fling it at one of the leathered bikers, forcing the person to fall off. The other biker hastily jumps off the motorcycle and helps the other one up. They remove their helmets and let their long hair flow with the wind.

"Ah! Haven't fought another woman in a very long time." Athena turned to me with a smirk, throwing her crossbody purse to the floor. "Take down the one on the left. I got the other one."

"Wai-" She sprints forward as the two women head in our direction like wild bulls. "Oh, fuck," I grunt as Athena launches her fist at the first assassin while the other one comes right for me. "Hold up!" I raise my hands in the air with a wicked smile. "Sweetheart, you and I don't have to do this. I don't want to hurt you."

She snorts before kicking my chest back with her heeled boot. I cough from the impact and stumble back. "You were saying something?" The woman smiles maliciously with a cocky tilt of her head.

"Look." I stand straight with a hand on my aching chest. "You and I ain't got no beef. Just go home and save yourself from getting killed."

"Scared to get your ass kicked by a girl?" She laughs and swings her foot at me again, but I grab it before it could hit my face and knock her to the ground.

          Pinning her hands to her back, I put her on her stomach and hold her down against the cold asphalt of the street. My eyes wander up and watch Athena twirling in the air and kicking the other woman in her face. "That's my girl." With a proud smile, I manage to get the woman up to her feet, her arms bound by my hands. "You fucked with my woman, and now you're going to regret it."

"Fuck off!"

          She struggled, almost getting out of my grip, but I tighten my hold in time. "You're pretty strong, I'll give you that," I praise the woman whilst dragging her into the alley that Athena and I were in earlier. "Have you ever dumpster dived?"

"Are you fucking kidding me!" she screams as I haul her rebelling body and fling it among trash bags that reek of stale food, dirty diapers, rotten cheese, and absolute shit. Horrific combination. Slamming the top lid of the dumpster shut, I sit on it immediately to imprison her inside.

          "Nope," I breathe a sigh of relief. "Not kidding."

          I can't help but laugh as her muffled screams and cries alongside profanities tickle my ears. She punches the lid consistently, but her feeble attempts are to no avail. "Sweetheart, it isn't working. How about you just look for something valuable in those trash bags inside. That should keep you occupied for a while until my girl gets here."

Speaking of the devil, Athena strides down the alley, rolling her eyes at me. "Really?"

"What?" I laugh, hopping off the dumpster, but keeping a firm hand on the lid so that the woman inside doesn't kick it open and escape. "I couldn't help myself, and I also didn't want to raise my hand on her."

"Give me a break." Athena motions me to let go, and as soon as I do, the assassin busts open the lid and tries to swing at me, but I dodge it by a mere centimeter. Athena grabs the woman by her hair in annoyance and yanks her out of the dumpster, throwing her against the wall. "Don't make me shoot you just yet," Athena warns her, training a gun to her head.

Police sirens blare through the night, quickening my heartbeat at once. "Oh, shit."

Athena appears to be unfazed as the NYPD caves into the scene, black cars blocking us in the alley. Firetrucks zoom past to the burning cars as a familiar man in a crisp suit strides down with a few other men behind him. "Tigress!" the man smirks, and if I remember, his name is Vince. He comes forward and embraces Athena, sweeping her off her feet while the other men get ahold of the assassin and drag her away.

"Okay, that's enough." Athena pushes Vince away. "Get everything you can out of that girl, and clean all this mess up."

"Of course. You make the mess and I gotta clean it up every time." Vince rolls his eyes whilst wrapping an arm around her shoulder which ignites a spark of jealousy in me.

          "That's what you're good for," she mocks, untangling his upper limb from her body and turning to a man behind me. "You, get me my purse and a car."

          "Yes, ma'am." The man nods and leaves to retrieve Athena's belonging as she peers at Vince who is busy staring me down.

          "The fuck are you doing here?" Vince arches a questioning brow at me, sliding his hands into his pockets nonchalantly. "Haven't seen your ass in a while."

          Athena saunters over to me and gives me a sweet little smile that she doesn't let anyone else witness. "He's with me, and now we're leaving."

          Vince gasps as Athena and I start walking away. "No-fucking-way. You guys are together?"

          "Vincent, keep it shut for once. You're like a big-mouthed high school girl without any filter," she snaps, clutching her little purse from the man she ordered to fetch it, along with a car key. "Don't tell Leo about any of this."

          Vince's jaw tightened. "I have a big mouth, remember?"

          "I do remember which is why I'm asking you not to. I don't want to worry him, at least not until you extract information out of that girl and give it to me. If it's trivial, he doesn't need to know." She gives him a hard look of warning over her shoulder. "Understood?"

          "Don't look at me like that," Vince barks, flipping the bird and walking away as Athena chuckles to herself.

          "C'mon, let's go." She intertwines her fingers with mine and follows the guy to the Audi without any concern for the police.

          "Is the NYPD working for you?"

          "Not for me necessarily," she answers, slipping into the passenger seat, allowing me to drive. "They fear the Bonferroni name. Not all, but the officials they answer to. Bribe is a very powerful thing."

          "And a shitty one too," I grunt, pressing down on the start button to ignite the engine.

          "It's not like we put inexperienced and toxic people to power in the government. They just need to feed journalists false stories about incidents like this when they come snooping around. We don't rig elections in the favor of someone we prefer or have congressional members forcefully pass laws for us. It depends on the American people and the old democratic approach, so don't get your panties in a knot over this little corruption, Mr. Azallion."

          "I was just wondering, Miss Estle," I voice myself in a quipped tone as she busies herself with her phone, her brows furrowing with each tap on the screen.

Driving away from the fiery ruckus, I can't help but build up theories about the whole fiasco. The people behind this have to be the ones Roland was telling me about before I left for the date. He doesn't know who the mastermind behind all this is, but I can bet it's Maddox. Maybe what Ro knows can help us find the culprit. I've held it off long enough. Athena needs to know what Ro does.

          "I need to tell you something," I mutter, giving her a quick glance as we get onto the Brooklyn Bridge.

          "Not now." She shuts me down, focusing solely on whatever pops on her phone screen.

          Gripping the steering wheel tighter, I race the car down the bridge behind a semi. "It's important, Athena."

          Her eyes finally find mine, a sigh escaping her precious lips. "Can it wait till we get home?" she requests in a somber tone.

          I nod, stroking her hand that has a slip of bandage covering the wound she sustained yesterday. "Yeah."

          She quietly lays her head on my shoulder and squeezes my arm after a few minutes of deafening silence. "I have a really, really bad feeling in my chest. And I can't shake it off."

          Lifting my arm, I wrap it around her shoulder, scooting her as close to me as I can before planting a quick kiss on the top of her head. "You're going to be fine, peaches."

          She sighs, rubbing my thigh. "I hope so."

          Basking in each other's warmth in this cold night, we arrive at her private parking lot and exit the vehicle. After entering the elevator, I relax against the metal wall and gaze at the beautiful woman, but swerve my thoughts back to the crucial information she needs to know. "Can I tell you now?"

A lazy breath swivels out of her mouth as she inches closer to me. Her eyes peer up at me through her thick, curled lashes, her hand roaming all over my torso. Another second doesn't fleet by before she suffocates my lips with hers. It's nothing short of hard and rough as if she's trying to mark her territory, and I don't hold back either by matching her hunger and biting her lip.

She pulls back momentarily to lick away the blood from the bruise I just gave her. Lust darkens her gaze as her eyes rake over me, her naughty hand crawling down my pants and wrapping around my erection. "Can it wait for a while?"

I growl, reversing our positions and pinning her to the metal wall. My fingers blanket around her neck, not too hard, just enough pressure to make her gasp in surprise and titillation. "If this is what you want," I whisper against her cheek as my other hand pops the button of her jeans and slides under her panties to cup her. "You got it."

We kiss again, devouring each other's lips as I lift her up and wrap her legs around my waist. The softness of her lips mushes my staggering heart. Her ragged breaths colliding with mine like a perfect tune in sync, a puzzle finally fitting together and stabilizing in place. Her fingers curl around my strands as I drive her further against the wall with my body that's on fire.

The elevator door dings open to her penthouse, and I attempt to exit us without tearing our lips apart. Bad idea. I stumble, losing my footing and falling to the marble floor, crushing her under me.

"Shit!" she cusses as I explode into laughter. Covering my mouth with her hand, she glares at me and pushes me off her with her other hand. "Let's not wake the others up."

Nodding, I smooch her palm that is still on my lips to keep me shut. She giggles. It's a rare sound coming from her, but whenever I hear it, I just have a burst of emotions that make me fall harder for her. She deserves every single smile, every laugh, and joy that comes her way, and I'll be the one to make sure that it doesn't fade away from her beautiful face.

She peppers me with kisses all over my face and down my neck right on the floor. "You want to do this right here?" I ask through her assailing of hot pecks. "I mean, I don't mind, but the floor is a bit cold. I don't want my ass to freeze off."

"Shut up," she chuckles, scooting off me and helping me up to my feet. She pulls me toward the room that she took me into on her birthday, where she tied me up under the contract but didn't get far before Rome called and interrupted us.

"If you're thinking about tying me to the bed again, it's not happening," I declare after she locks us in the room.

"Oh, c'mon." She rolls her eyes at me. "It's not like I'm going to shove something up your ass." She smirks. "Unless you want me to do that. I don't mind."

A sarcastic bark of laughter tears through my chest. "Fuck no!"

"I hope you realize that the male G-spot is stimulated from the anus," she informs me with a cocked brow. "AKA, the prostate gland up your ass."

"I know, and no, we're not putting anything in my ass no matter what." I give her a stern, serious look that says it all. "Understood?"

"I wasn't planning on it because I know you won't be comfortable with it." She inches closer to me with leisure, gazelle-like steps to slowly remove my jacket and slide it to the floor. "I know how to pleasure men, Mr. Azallion." Her fingertips trace under my shirt, over the rigid surface of my torso. "I can stimulate all your weak spots that will leave you begging for more." She forces me to sit on the edge of the bed with a single shove of a finger, my eyes not leaving hers for even a second. "There's a reason why men fall to their knees before me."

"Is that so?" I lick my lips as she straddles my lap and rocks back and forth, her fingers gripping the bottom of my shirt and ripping it off my body. "Are you trying to seduce me into this, Ms. Estle?" I squeeze her buttcheeks, gazing up at the woman aroused with lust.

"Let me bind you this once and make you feel sensations no woman has ever given you before, then never again with the cuffs or the blindfold." Her breath fans my lips as her pointy nails line my jaw. "No rules. No toys. Just me, my hands, and my tongue in places you desperately want it to touch." She grins mischievously. "I'll be good, I promise."

"I love when you talk like that." I let out a sexually-doused growl before strangling her against my body and kissing her with sheer desire. "I don't do this, but I'll do it this once only to please you. Just know that it'll never happen again."

"Mhm. Unless you want it again in the future," she teases.

I laugh. "I don't think so."

"Remove your pants and sit up against the headboard then," she switches to her bossy self and gets off me, compelling a groan out of my throat.

Throwing my slacks off, I lean against the headboard in my boxers with a dreadful expression on my face. Being a dominant male throughout my sexual life, this is something I don't prefer. Matter of fact, I've never let any woman tie me up before, not even Cornelia, who was my girlfriend for fuck's sake. But Athena is drastically different from everyone. She's straightforward with her desires and doesn't hold back. Her no-bullshit attitude is dangerously alluring, and her enchantment works on me like a charm.

A part of me doesn't want to be cuffed to the bed. The other half wants to let her have her fun this time. I know I can't tie her down because of the horrific experiences she has had in the past. She isn't the submissive kind, and neither am I. We are a part of the same coin, but different sides that can't really meet. No matter the dilemma, I want us to work and blossom into something beautiful. Starting with trust. I need to put mine in her for her to reciprocate that. With time, I know I can take her bad memories and experiences away. My love for her will be strong enough to overpower all that. And when that happens, I'll show her what I can do in all different ways.

So here I am, allowing her to tie my wrists to the headboard with black fuzzy handcuffs. Ugh! They say you should experience everything at least once in your life, and this is something new that I've never really had. Here goes nothing then. To new experiences it is.

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She pecks my lips softly and dangles a silky black ribbon. "Ready, Mr. Azallion?"

"Just get on with it." I roll my eyes at her which makes her chuckle.

With the blindfold on and my hands tied, my senses have been bottled down to hearing and feeling, however, heightened cleverly. It's so eerily quiet that it forces me to straighten my spine and wonder if she abandoned me. It's definitely something her psychotic ass would do. But I gotta be a bit more optimistic.

The mattress dips to my right, immediately grasping my attention. Her familiar exhilarating scent wafts up my nose and makes me smile. She mounts my lap, getting comfortable. Her long hair teases my naked pecs as she kisses me ever so gently as if too much force would break me.

She pulls back, denying me the pleasure of her mouth on mine. The handcuffs are hell because all I want to do right now is pull her lips back to mine. However, I can only muster up a measly frustrated groan in response to the deprivation whilst sitting still in anticipation of her next move.

Her nail lays on the upper outer corner of my left pec before it begins dragging down in a slow stroke that circles from under my ribcage and up the middle of my chest. She repeats the same motion on the other side creating a W which sparks my nerves to a different level of pleasure. The pads of her thumbs round my pierced nipples in a feather-like movement before her hot, wet mouth wraps around one. "Fuck," I swear at the pleasure. She sucks on it, then moves onto the other one to let her teeth graze it. The hair at the nape of my neck stand erect in salute to the sexual stimulation caused by her agile touch.

"You like that?" she asks, her voice low and smokey with lust.

My wrists slightly tug on the cuffs. "I'll like it better if you remove these."

She lets out a sweet laugh. "We are just getting started though, Mr. Azallion."

Her warmth fades away with her body, leaving me cold and hard, yet burning with passion. I sense her body still on the bed, but not touching me until she slides my boxers off my legs. My ears hear them hit the floor right before her mouth kisses my shoulder tenderly, inching its way closer to my neck.

"Being handcuffed and blindfolded doesn't necessarily make you submissive," she whispers softly, the air from her mouth fanning my jaw. "It's about the experience. Men have let their partners do it for years. It doesn't make them submissive." Her lips brush over mine teasingly. "It accentuates your senses. The thrill of not knowing where I'll touch you next." She wraps her fingers around my shaft, permitting her thumb to swipe up and down before abandoning it completely. "And the teasing, of course."

I growl under my breath. "You're so bad."

"I know I am." She kisses the spot under my ear. With each peck, her hot breath warms the entire area. "This part right here." Her tongue glides over the outer cartilage of my ear, forcing me to jerk on the cuffs due to the new sensation that one gesture ignites in me. "Contains an incredible amount of nerves."

"Shit," I groan in pleasure as she bites my earlobe. The tingle in her lips travels up and down the C-shaped ridge of my ear that move in sync with her hand which strokes the length of my cock. I can feel it harden like a stiff rod under her hypnotic touch, leaving me like an entranced fool to this seductive goddess.

"The frenulum here," her thumb wiggles side to side on the underside of my penis, right below the head, "is packed with multitudes of nerve fibers."

With the abundance of blood rushing toward the head, I know exactly what she means. She can certainly make a man orgasm by exciting a few spots in just the right way. For as long as I can remember, I've personally never been this aroused by any woman. They've never touched me in the way Athena does. Carving a letter on my chest in a feathery manner was the first step on a thrilling ladder, playing with and teasing the outer ridge of my ear exhilarated me, then fondling the thin ring-like surface right beneath my mushroom head. Fuck! She is well learned with all the spots to bring a man to his knees. All I want her to do is unbind me and remove the blindfold so I can give her the pleasure I haven't bestowed on her yet.

Her finger slides over the skin at the base of my cock in circles, then capturing my balls in an oval-shaped movement. The thin layer around those parts is extremely sensitive, and she knows how to exploit it in the best way that has me floating on a sexual cloud. "So," she draws out the word a bit sultrily, continuing the stirring motions around my balls. "What do you want me to do?"

"For starters." I lick my lips. "Kiss me."

She obliges to the demand without wasting a second, slipping her tongue into my mouth with passion and a subtle teasing factor. "Do you want me to put my mouth somewhere else?" she husks out, and that question twitches my already stiff member.

I nod with a smirk. "I think you should get to it."

"Shh." She lays a finger on my lips lazily. "I give the orders here, and I want you to watch me."

Removing the silky blindfold in a swift motion, my vision restores to the moonlit room, leaving my mouth agape and salivating at the sight of the woman beside me. "Holy fuck!" I exclaim in a slow breathy tone due to the attire she's wearing that has my nerves running like a wildfire through my body.

It looks like a black leathered bathing suit with cutouts in all the right places, hugging her curves sexily. The front has a small buckle right by the ample breasts that are on the verge of spilling out. Black stockings cover her legs all the way up to her mid thighs, ending in a lace band. If looks could kill, I'd be a goner by now, 'cause she literally took my damn breath away.

A wicked smile on her face and confidence in her body language, she shimmies back a bit and locates herself between my legs. Raking her nails up my thighs, she brings her hands closer to my cock and wraps them around it. Tongue out and eyes locking on me, I watch her lick her way up the underside of my penis, up to the head.

"Oh, baby," I moan at the wet, sizzling path her tongue incises on me. She grins at the reaction she forces out of me. Rubbing her plump lips against the frenulum, my hips buck up in response, eager to be sucked by her. Her tongue flicks the tip before her mouth blankets around the head. "Fuck," I growl, watching her intake more of my length into that hot mouth until it hits the back of her throat.

She gags and pulls back, her drool lapping all over my cock. "You like that?" she asks, humming and running her lips alongside the shaft. The gentle vibration ripples a fire through my veins, traveling all the way up to my head and down my legs.

"Don't stop, baby," I find myself yearning for her to put her mouth around me again, and she does with a wicked smile. Her eyes train on mine, so boldly and confidently. She isn't ashamed or insecure about anything in this every moment which is sexy to unmeasurable lengths.

Her head bobs up and down, my cock disappearing in and out of her mouth. She takes me all the way down her throat which surprises me. No woman has ever deepthroated me that easily the way Athena just did, and hell, my body is on fucking fire and ready to explode. She sails her mouth down to my balls and creates a salivating trail right down the middle, stimulating a different sensation in the area. As her hand rubs my cock, her mouth sucks on my balls, taking sweet time to massage them good.

After having her fun with that, she kisses her way up my chest and straddles my lap. "Not too bad, is it?" She smirks, rocking back and forth on my dick.

"Didn't know you were that good with your mouth." I smile as she kisses me. "I could still do without the cuffs. I want to touch you."

"Patience," she whispers against my lips. Her hand slips down to rub her clit over the narrow leather strip covering her pussy. She moves it aside, inserting her fingers inside and releasing a suppressed moan. Completely and unmistakably soaking wet, her fingers slide out before she rubs her juice over my lips. Before I can savor the moment, she lines my cock to her opening and sticks it in, eliciting a moan out of our mouths.

"Fuck!" we swear in unison, our mouths slightly parted and our gaze clouded with lust.

She begins riding me slowly, inching closer to engulfing my entire length. "Just like that," I encourage her, barely refraining from breaking the cuffs and fucking her myself if she keeps going at this teasing speed.

          As if she reads my mind, she quickens the pace and bounces on me faster. Her hands hold my face as our bodies slam with each stroke, harder than the previous one. "Fuck me," she groans, begging me to ram my cock up into her.

          "Thought you'd never ask." I grin roguishly before finally yanking on the cuffs hard enough and breaking the imprisonment they had me in.

          My action takes her by surprise, a rather amusing one by that cocked brow of hers. "Well, that's not what I meant."

          "Just shut up now." I bring her head down and kiss her like my damn life depends on it. My hands rip her slinky leather outfit to mere shreds and throw it all to the floor, just to get her naked like me while a gasp exits her mouth. I ravage her breasts, sucking and biting each nipple as her fingers bury into the flesh of my back.

          Slowly, I get up on my knees and swiftly turn her around. Putting her head down and ass up, I smack it with a little force and pose her in a doggy-style position. Without a warning, I bury my cock inside her and fuck her hard. "Eros!" she screams my name, wincing as I stretch her mind-blowing pussy. The sheets crumble between her clenched fists while I hold her waist and drive my dick into her again and again.

          My hand grabs a fistful of her hair to pull her up, slamming her back against my sweaty chest. One arm wraps around her waist while the other secures over her chest as I slowly continue pumping into her. "You good?" I question breathlessly, making sure I didn't scare her or cross a line in the heated burst of titillation.

          Digging her nails into my arms, she sighs in pleasure, unable to speak. "Yes."

          "Good girl!" I smirk confidently and move on. The fingers of one hand start vigorously stimulating her clit to make her cum. I bite her neck as a little nudge for her to reach her climax, and she does. She shakes, breaths shallower than ever, and voice escaping her mouth in a cracked plea to not stop.

          She collapses onto the mattress from the powerful orgasm that rippled through her. However, after placing my hands on either side of her to hold myself up, I pound her tight and wet pussy harder than ever without remorse. She moans my name repeatedly as she closes in on her second orgasm while I get closer to mine. When I feel her muscles tense and convulse around my cock, it spirals my own orgasm.

          "Shit! Fuck!" I pull out immediately, shooting my load onto her back and falling down beside her.

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          It takes a good minute for me to regain my breath back to normal as Athena does the same. "You're so good," I whisper, scooting her closer to me sideways and planting a satisfied peck on her sweaty forehead.

"And you're quite big," she replies with a cheeky smirk that makes me grin.

"Everything about me is big, peaches." I twirl her strands around my finger, mesmerized by the rouge tinting her cheeks.

"Well," she chuckles, smooching my lips and sliding off the bed. "Not your bank account."

"Bruh." I reach forward to grab ahold of her, but she slips through my finger, laughing at her own petty comment. "I'll get you back for that."

"Mhm. We'll see." She winks and disappears into the closet of the room.

          Laying there for a couple more minutes, I bask in every moment I've spent with Athena, the good and the bad. For certain, I've cracked through her outer shell, and now I'm just beginning to peel layers off her. She's quite giggly, something I didn't know before. She has a natural motherly instinct, and I saw it today with Oliver and Yana. Although I know she strongly dislikes kids, she has the potential of being a great motherly figure. A good mother, to be honest, which I know she doesn't want to be. With time, I hope to unravel more of her and know the girl buried deep inside.

          Getting off the bed, I put on my pants after the boxers as Athena saunters out of the walk-in closet in a pair of shorts and a loose shirt. "I'm exhausted," she declares after a cute yawn.

          Closing the distance between us in leisure steps, I pull her to my body. "Sleep with me?"

          She nods, enveloping her arms around my neck. "Not in here. In my room."

          "Yes, ma'am." Dipping down, I carry her bridal style in my arms as she releases a surprised squeal. We exit the room with smiles on our faces. Her eyes gaze at me relentlessly as mine glance down at her. "Stop staring. I know you want me to fuck you again."

          "Shut up!" She slaps my naked chest and chuckles. "People are sleeping."

          After I get out of one hallway and carry her toward the other one, my feet halt upon hearing suppressed noises emitting from the living room. Athena immediately jumps out of my arms and paces toward the source of the sound as I follow her. She freezes at the entrance upon seeing a woman kiss a man's neck who has a wicked grin planted on his face. He looks at Athena and that evil smile broadens at once.

          "There's my little owl," the man voices himself. "I've missed you so much, baby."

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Did you guys enjoy the explicit scene? It was something new for me to write. I've written sex scenes before, but this one was a different and I had to do some research. 😂

Who is enjoying Athena and Eros' relationship? What do you guys like most about them?

Who could've called the attack on Athena there?

Who's the man that showed up at the end?

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