I woke up to the sound of the rain, pattering against the floor-to-ceiling window inside my new bedroom.
The silence was a stark contrast to the gunfire I'd been escaping since I left the Graves estate. I was wearing a plush white pajama set that covered my body entirely.
No more lace. No more gunshots. I had escaped it all. But the thought of them brought back a fresh memory from Apollo's suite.
I could still feel the vibrator inside me, his eyes burning into my skin. He was minutes away from taking me, right there on the floor.
Then his brothers walked in. I had been used by them the night before my encounter with Apollo.
I still remember Atlas's tongue on my c**t. The difference between him and Ares. Even though I was spent, I wanted more of them.
What the hell was wrong with
