All Chapters of Athena: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Athena ran toward Azazel with a smile, and he was ready to embrace her, but the girl ran past him, hugging a man behind Azazel. He couldn’t believe himself; disappointment was all over his face when the girl ran past him. Her back grabbed his attention, and he could see nothing but her long hair past her buttocks. He turned his head to her, and she noticed she had embraced a man. The man immediately hugged Athena, much to Azazel’s disapproval. Azazel’s jaw clenched to the point that it produced the sound of teeth pulverizing. The man she touched was bathing in happiness, which Azazel hated to the core, and he wanted to rip him off her and punish her for touching him. His chain of thoughts broke when Olivia called Azazel. He reluctantly turned his head, tearing his gaze away from her. It was for everyone’s good. One more minute, he looked at her, he would cause a massive mayhem. “Let’s go, it’s time,” Olivia dragged him away. Charles and Olivia knew whom he was looking at; Olivia ey

It was him; it was Azazel. Did she doubt it? Obviously not, but the optimist in her somehow hoped that she wouldn’t see him, but luck was never on her side, not now, not ever. Her luck ended with her parents. She lifted her head to face him; he stood taller, like a Hyperion in a field of dwarf willow. The forest’s silence was deadly, yet somehow, he looked deadlier. Athena gulped, “Please,” she was begging before she knew it. She hated begging him, but she would take begging over death anytime. “Oh, you will please me, princess, you will, but before that. Let’s, go talk, shall we?” he bent to hold her, but she started to crawl away the minute he bent down, anticipating his move. Azazel pinched the bridge of his nose, “I have enjoyed the chase, Raven, but now it is time to end this game,” he pulled her by her ankles, held her hand tight, and lifted her while she was still struggling, “Stop struggling,” he moved his hands to her waist, digging his nails there, but his words made Athena

“I want to know to whom this number belongs,” Azazel handed his phone over to Tristan and asked him to check it. “I don’t think you will find anything. If she really wanted to hurt our mother, would she leave breadcrumbs for us to trace?” Tristan asked his brother. “You said it yourself; you had known her for ages. What do you think?” Azazel countered Tristan’s question with a mild mockery in his tone. Tristan shook his head negatively. He grabbed Athena’s phone, trying to walk out, “Where are you taking that phone?” he asked his brother. “To investigate like you asked,” Tristan answered. “You just need to copy the number, Tris. That phone,” he grabbed Athena’s phone from his brother’s hands, “Is mine,” he said with a smile. “Gross,” Tristan rolled his eyes. “You are turning into a creep, brother,” he teased Azazel. “Whatever, I need that information,” he diverted his gaze back onto his computer screen. He opened her phone and went through her pictures, most of them were of her

Mature and non-consensual scenes. Please skip it if it makes you uncomfortable… He didn’t wait for a second; he started dragging her upstairs; he threw Athena into a room. “Go shower; I want his scent off you,” he pushed her further into the room. She turned around with no choice, “And Athena?” she turned to face him. “I want you clean and ready for me. I am not going to give you another chance,” he glanced at his watch, “you have 15” he left the room to shower for himself. Athena entered the bathroom; stripping her clothes, she sat in the bathtub, numb. She is going to sleep with her sister’s fiancé; how sinful is it? But can she escape? She knows she cannot. If she did, he would kill Nevin. Her life is a mess, so chaotic than the sky during a hurricane. She sat there hoping that time would freeze and this mess would end, but time never froze and the mess only began. She sighed and walked out of the bathroom; a nightgown with a robe and some scented lotions was on the bed. She obedi

Azazel woke up with aches in his body. He rubbed his groggy eyes. They felt dry and itchy. He looked to the right, and the bed felt empty and cold. His body remembered her warmth. A smile crept on his lips. He touched his lips and remembered how often he tasted her lips with those. He pulled the sheets off and got up. Nakedness didn’t seem unfair to him since last night. He stepped into the shower and turned around to look at himself in the mirror, and last night’s memories flooded through his system and his heart felt full. Turning on the shower, he reveled in his thoughts. He had to go see his mother; he didn’t get that chance to see her since she attacked; he was taken by guilt that he slept with his mother’s attacker. He turned on the shower letting the water fall on his body, he grabbed some body wash to wipe himself, and that is when he noticed dried blood stains on his dick; his blood stilled for a moment, “was she a virgin?” he rubbed the body wash between his hands absentmind