"You manipulative b***h. You think this is all still your game?" Atlas reached down, grabbing Anola's chin with cruel precision.
Her eyes widened, the triumphant smirk faltering on her lips. The confession of his true identity now hung between them like a loaded gun.
"What's wrong? I thought we were having fun," she purred, trying to regain control even while sprawled naked on the floor, c*m leaking from her. "Atlas Prime, back from the dead. What a delicious twist."
Atlas's expression hardened. He straddled her, one hand clamping around her throat while the other glowed with a faint golden light.
"The problem with people like you, Anola, is you always think you've won." His fingers tightened just enough to make her gasp. "Always certain you've found the upper hand."
She clawed at his
