Chapter 51 Chapter 51
I sat there at the dinner table, my muscles tense under my shirt, staring at Adrianna's. The air hummed with unspoken heat, Levi's cocky grin across from me making my fists itch. Elena lounged beside him, her slim fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass, eyes sparkling with that playful mischief.
Adrianna's words hung in the room like a challenge—”Adrianna, why don't you let these two fuck it out.”
No, that was Elena saying it to her, pushing the tension we'd all been dancing around all night. I couldn't hold back.
“We cannot,” I said, my voice rough, locking eyes with Adrianna. “A few days ago, Adrianna promised that she would not let me fuck anyone except her.”
My cock twitched at the memory of that oath, the way I had knelt in front of her. My head touched the floor, I was begging and crying not to be sent away.
Adrianna leaned forward, her full breasts straining against her tanktop, a sly smile curling her lips.
I made no such promise, Apollo. You swore that you would not fuck any other, then asked me not to force you to fuck anyone else.”
Her words hit me like a gut punch. She was right—fuck, she always twisted things just enough to keep me on edge. I rubbed my jaw, intense eyes narrowing.
“You are correct, but either way, I cannot fuck anyone else. A promise is a promise.”
The weight of it pressed on me, my body screaming to dominate, to bury my cock deep in someone, but that vow held me back like a leash.
Adrianna's eyes gleamed, her seductive voice dropping low.
“If I release you from your oath, would that help?”
“Yes,” I growled, my pulse racing. “That would count.”
The thought of freedom made my dick harden instantly, straining against my pants.
Elena clapped her hands, her dark hair swinging as she laughed.
“Thank God, we can finally see them fuck. I bet they are beautiful together.”
Her flirty tone sent a jolt through me—she wanted a show, and part of me wanted to give it to her, right here in the open dining room with the table still scattered with plates.
Adrianna stood, her curvy hips swaying as she met my gaze.
“I release you from your oath, Apollo. The couch is available if you want to fuck.”
Her bold words snapped something inside me, the promise shattering like glass.
I surged up, grabbing her waist and crashing my mouth against hers. Her lips parted, tongue tangling with mine in a hungry kiss, her hands fisting my dark hair. She tasted like wine and sin, her body melting into me for that brief, electric moment. But Levi— that broad-shouldered prick—watched with that provoking smirk, and rage boiled over.
I broke the kiss, spinning toward him. My fist connected with his nose in a sharp crack, blood spraying as his chair tipped back. He hit the floor hard, groaning, still tangled in the seat.
“Fuck,” Levi muttered, wiping his face, his muscular chest heaving. “I deserved that.”
Damn right he did. I lunged, grabbing his collar with both hands, yanking him up. His weight was nothing to my alpha build—I dragged him across the hardwood floor, his boots scraping, into the adjoining living room. The couch loomed there, plush and waiting, the open doorway framing Elena and Adrianna's eager stares. Public enough to make my blood roar.
I hurled him onto the cushions, his body bouncing once before I straddled his hips, pinning him down with my thighs like iron clamps. My hands ripped at his shirt, buttons popping as I tore it open, exposing his broad, sweat-slicked chest dusted with dark hair.
“You deserve this, you cocky bastard,” I snarled, my fingers digging into his shoulders, feeling him squirm under me—not fighting back, but arching up, ready for the punishment.
Levi's eyes locked on mine, blood trickling from his nose, but his grin was feral.
“Do it, Apollo. Fuck me like you mean it.” His voice was rough, breath hot against my neck as I ground down, my hard cock pressing against his through our pants.
I shoved his shirt off completely, tossing it aside, my palms sliding over his heated skin, pinching his nipples hard enough to make him hiss. The room smelled of his blood and arousal, the women's soft gasps from the doorway fueling the fire. Adrianna's release echoed in my head—no more chains. I was free to dominate, to take what I wanted rough and raw.
My hands moved lower, yanking at his belt, the buckle clinking as I freed it. Levi bucked beneath me, his own erection throbbing against my thigh, thick and insistent.
“Gonna make you beg for my cock,” I growled, leaning down to bite his neck, teeth sinking in just enough to mark him. He moaned, hands gripping my ass, pulling me closer.
Elena whispered something teasing from the doorway, her voice a sultry thread weaving through the tension, but I ignored it, focused on stripping him bare. I ripped his pants open, zipper straining, exposing the bulge of his cock straining against his boxers. The air was thick with the musk of our sweat, my heart pounding as I prepared to claim him—hard, urgent, no holding back. His body tensed under me, waiting for the rough thrust that would break us both open.