Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Sunny
I snap my fingers, but nothing happens, and it makes me squint.
“Atreus. Come.”
I snap my fingers again.
Someone finally—reluctantly—steps out of the closet with the grumpiest scowl I have ever seen, while wearing a maid’s outfit.
Laughter fills my chest, but I swallow it all down as he glares at me with disdain, the maid outfit far too small for his excellently trained pecs. But it’s the little cat ears on top of his dark hair that really finish the look.
“How much longer?” he growls.
God, I could just about eat him up.
“As long as I want you to. Remember? You embarrassed me at the picnic, and this is your punishment.”
“His punishment?” Xavier squawks, walking out too with a tail attached to his ass. I knew buying that plug was the right choice. “Then why are we all wearing it?”
Orion struts out with a feather duster, flaunting his goods. “I don’t know, I think it looks … fancy, especially on my perfectly trained body.” He poses and sticks out his butt to show off the diamond butt plug. “Does this dress make my ass look big?”
“Oh yeah, work it,” I say, biting my lip all the way from the little throne I had them build for me.
I coax Atreus with my index finger. “Come here, Foley. Feed me.”
He clenches his jaw but still does exactly what I tell him to. And he grabs the strawberries lying on a plate and hand-feeds them to me, pushing my lips down before rolling the strawberry down my tongue. His fingers linger in my mouth as he leans over the chair and looks up at me from above, a smirk forming on his face.
“You’re enjoying this very much, aren’t you?”
“Fuck yes … now this … this is exactly what I needed.” I lick my lips. “Now all of you, get on your knees and fight to lick my pussy.”
EPILOGUE 2: THE DOWNFALL
Xavier
Weeks later
“Stay still, everyone,” Melody says, as she applies the final swishes to her painting while the rest of us are enjoying dinner.
I can’t believe even during a random family dinner, she’s busy painting everyone instead of eating. Guess there’s no stopping when the muse takes over.
Out of nowhere, she yells, “Finished!”
“It’s beautiful, absolutely stunning,” Atlas mutters as he stands a few feet away, observing over her shoulder.
“Wait, wait, I gotta show everyone.”
She puts down her brushes and lifts the painting to show it off to the entire family. But the second she gets off her chair, her eyes suddenly roll into the back of her head.
Her hand reaches for the table, but she grabs the paint instead, and it all tumbles down with her.
People jump up from their seats to get to her.
Everything goes by in a blur as Melody hits her head on the cold floor. The beautiful painting she made of the entire group is covered in splotches from the red paint that dropped along with her.
“Someone call an ambulance!” Penelope shrieks.
Lana immediately pulls out her phone and dials 911.
Alistair is right beside her, holding her hand, while the rest of us hold each other. His finger pushes against her neck to check her pulse.
“Her heart …” Alistair mutters, clutching her body. “No. No. NO. MELODY!”
“No, not another one, please, not another one,” Penelope begs on her hands and knees, cradling Melody.
Atlas just stands there, frozen to the floor with his fists clenched, rage darkening his face, and I recognize that look. It’s the unfairness of it all. His fingers flinch as he tries to reach for the painting.
“Out of the way,” Apollo growls, shoving them all aside, and the painting is scooted underneath the table.
All I can do is watch in horror as Apollo puts Melody on the floor, rips open her shirt, and places both hands on her chest, pushing in and out.
I feel helpless. Confused. Numb.
“Atlas. Help,” Apollo growls.
Atlas immediately springs into action, going to his hands and knees to grab her face.
“You breathe. I pump,” he tells Atlas, who nods in agreement. “Do you know how?”
Atlas nods a couple of times.
“Tilt her head back and open her mouth.”
Apollo continues chest compressions.
My little sister…