by Bella King
I was amazed. Not only was Apollo part of the richest family in the country, but he was also in the crux of the family tree. That meant he was a lot wealthier than even my family, who had zero issues blowing money at every turn. I wasn’t expecting this, but it did finally explain how he was able to get back into Winterlake Prep. His father probably owned the place.
Apollo stepped closer as I soaked all of this new information in. “It seems that our families are getting closer, Georgia. I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind if you and I got involved.”
I shook my head. “This is between our fathers, not us. You and I have no business together.”
Apollo chuckled, lifting a finger and tracing it down from my shoulder to my arm. “I have a lot more influence on my father than you think. I call the shots around here.”
“I doubt that,” I said, swatting his hand away.
Apollo smiled coolly. “You have no idea, sweetheart.”
“My family had plenty of money. I’m sure my father doesn’t need to make deals with yours to keep in house and home,” I countered, crossing my arms and glaring at him.
“Sure, until my father buys up your father’s coal businesses. Come to think of it… It would be nice to own some of those. I’ll let my father know so that we can start drawing out plans to purchase the ones your family owns,” Apollo said, his voice full of amusement and tainted with bitterness.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I said.
“Or what?” Apollo asked. “You’ve already made it clear that you don’t want to be involved with me. I’m sure when you’re living in a cardboard box, that won’t be an issue. You’ll be giving blowjobs to crackheads for your next meal.”
“Fuck off,” I spat back, but couldn’t help but to feel that there was truth in Apollo’s words. If he was a true Winterlake, he was capable of anything. If he wanted a hitman to come put a bullet through my head, he could make it happen. Ruining our family would be as easy as a quick word with his father after dinner.
I’m sure my father was oblivious to how terrible Apollo was, so it was my responsibility now to make sure he didn’t destroy everything in a single night. My father might not know it, but this night wasn’t about him, it was about me. I had to be the one to convince Apollo not to financially uke us off the map.
Apollo turned away from me in a brisk twirl, striding down the hallway toward the kitchen where our fathers were already discussing business. I followed after him, grabbing his shoulder and stopping him.
“Wait, Apollo. We don’t need to have this kind of trouble,” I blurted.
Apollo sighed in annoyance, turning back to me. “You already made it clear that you’re unwilling to show me even the slightest courtesy. Why should I care what happens to your family?”
“Can we talk about this, at least?” I begged. “We could make a deal,” I offered, my voice dripping with desperation. I knew that I sounded pathetic, but tonight could make or break my family. It wasn’t my father’s fault that Apollo and I could never get along. He shouldn’t have to suffer for my personal drama.
“Come to the bedroom with me,” Apollo demanded. “We can talk there.”
“Okay,” I said, looking down at my feet. I felt numb, but my heart beat so fast that I was lightheaded. This had gotten out of control so quickly. I wanted to ruin Apollo, but that plan was all but finished. I wouldn’t be able to ruin someone with so much power. He was too great for me, and he knew it.
The chase, the teasing, the sexual encounters – all of that had been a game for him. He could have flicked the kill switch at any time, bringing out the Winterlake trump card at any time, but he hadn’t until now. It was as though he didn’t want to take that route, but I had given him little other choice. He wasn’t going to let me go, so this was all that was left to convince me to stay. He would rather ruin my entire family than give me up, and in a sick way, that impressed me.
I followed Apollo up to my bedroom, unsure of what would happen there while our fathers made friendly banter before dinner. I was scared, still in shock, with a glimmer of excitement at finally giving into Apollo’s terms. This was the moment he had wanted, and it was time for him to take advantage of it.
Chapter 20
Mercy is nice and everything, but revenge tastes sweeter.
Apollo led me to the bedroom, opening the door for me as though the house belonged to him. I stepped in, feeling the warmth of his body as I passed by. There was a buzz between us, something unlike what we had felt before. It was nervous excitement at what was going to happen next. I knew it as well as he did that something was different this time.
“What do you want from me?” I asked as he locked the door.
“Everything,” Apollo replied.
The lights were off, but the afternoon sun shone through the crimson curtains, casting a dim color to the room. In the evening, my bedroom often looked like a strip club or room in the red light district with the light illuminating things in such a seductive manner. It matched the energy of what was happening now.
“Why are you so determined to ruin me?” I asked, sitting down on my bed.
“I don’t want to ruin you, Georgia. I want to show you the world, but you won’t let me,” Apollo replied, walking up to me.
“Because you’re cruel to me,” I said.
He breathed out through his nose, suppressing a laugh. “You’re the cruel one, sweetheart. You tease me with your body, driving me insane. I don’t know how to control myself when I’m around you. I don’t think you understand,” he explained, his voice starting to tremble ever so slightly.
I adjusted my ass on the bed. It was hard for me to sit still. “You’re handsome, Apollo. You really are, but-”
“There’s always a but, isn’t there? You can never accept me for who I am,” he said loudly, cutting me off.
“I do, but you don’t treat me like you should,” I argued.
“Another but. You have no idea how miserable I can make your life. I’ve been so good to you, and this is what I get in return. More excuses. Make up your mind, Georgia. Do you want me or not?”
Apollo’s face was wrought with distress, the lines on his forehead creasing as he furrowed his brow in a pleading stare. I could see the cracks forming around the edges of his soul. He was going to burst at any second.
“You’re not letting me think. I don’t know what I want. Jesus Christ, I’m only 19,” I said, trying to buy time.
Apollo’s green eyes flickered in an evil way. “I’ll show you what you want, darling. I’m going to show you exactly what women like you want.”
I glared at him but refused to respond. I had said all I could. Now, I would leave it all up to him. I couldn’t be held accountable for what happened now. He was the one with the power. I was just a pawn in his game.
“Kiss me,” Apollo said, his voice low and urgent.
I stood up, stepping toward him and planting a kiss on his lips. I did so robotically, with no emotion whatsoever. If he wanted me, he could have me. He would find out how little he enjoyed it and would leave me alone.
“Take off your clothes,” he demanded.
I tried to appear strong as I obeyed him, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it onto the bed behind me. I unhooked my bra, tossing it back with my shirt. My breasts were hung with erect nipples in front of Apollo. He didn’t look down at them, instead, meeting my gaze with equal coldness and intensity.
I maintained this eye contact with him as I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them past my wide hips, dropping them to my feet and stepping out of them. I felt the power growing inside of me as I exposed myself to him. This would be on my terms, not his. I was in control of my emotions now, unable to get lost in the passion again. I had too much resentment for that now. I hated Apollo, and if he wanted sex from me, it would be pure, raw, hate sex.
Apollo was still fully clothed when I stepped out of my panties, grabbing them from the floor and placing them in his hand. “Maybe you want these
too. As a souvenir,” I said, keeping my voice calm as I trembled inside.
Apollo was expressionless, his eyes finally breaking from mine to explore my naked body. He placed my panties into his pocket with one hand, using the other to reach my breast. He squeezed one of them lightly, then ran his thumb over the firm nipple.
I shuddered at his touch, the butterflies in my stomach growing more frantic. It was as though they were trapped and dying to get out. I knew that the only way to make that happen was to submit to the moment and get lost in it. This wouldn’t last forever.
Or maybe it would. Oh god, maybe it would last the rest of my life. Apollo might take me now, get me pregnant, and marry me. I might turn me into a Winterlake, continuing his family lineage through me.
I began to panic internally as he lowered a hand between my legs, testing my wetness.
A smile spread on his face again. “You’re sticky like a Georgia peach,” he whispered, pulling up his hand to show me my juices.
I blushed. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. I was a robot, an inanimate object for him to use once and grow bored with. I wasn’t a horny young woman who wanted nothing more than for him to finally break the tension and take me with a fury and passion like I had never seen from him before.
Apollo brought his wet fingers back down to my pussy, rubbing it while studying the subtle flickering of emotion on my face. It was a dance of submission, and he was winning by a landslide.
I took a sharp breath as he touched something very sensitive. It felt good, sending a jolt of electric pleasure through my lower half. Much more of this, and I would be oozing in his hands, begging him to continue. I didn’t want to be that way, but I seemed to be hardwired to respond to him like this.
Apollo’s face was painted with joy as he played with me. He smiled deviously as his fingers chose my emotions for me. My breathed grew labored as the pleasure began to rise inside of me, and my body twitched when the pleasure struck me especially hard.
“That’s right, Georgia. You like it. You want more,” Apollo growled into my ear.
I tilted my head to the side just enough to present my neck to him. It could have been done by accident, but we both knew the truth. I wanted more.
Apollo lowered his lips from my ear, grazing the cartilage as he traveled down to the delicate pale skin of my neck. I shivered as his hot lips met my flesh, melting in and relaxing the muscles. This was more effective in taking the stress from my shoulders than any massage I had ever received. The heat from his mouth traveled through my body, easing tension as my legs began to shake from what he was doing down below with his fingers.
I felt teeth on my neck, a light firmness of bone against the vulnerable collection of flesh and blood. I experienced a jolt of energy at the bite, closing my neck on his face. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he latched on tighter, pushing his fingers into my pussy as he sucked on my neck. He would leave a mark there, but that was the last thing on my mind as an orgasm exploded unexpectedly at the core of my body.
“Fuck,” I yelled, my voice shaking and cracking uncontrollably as I was no longer able to hold back the pleasure.
My will was crumbling, my body ached in ecstasy at each wave that hit me, and I couldn’t keep myself from shrieking so loud that everyone in the house could hear me. Apollo’s hand clamped down on my open mouth, and I bit down on his large fingers as I rode his other hand.
I moved like a woman possessed, jerking, and grinding in Apollo’s hand like my very existence depended on it. The pleasure was unreal and had been held back for so long that when it was finally able to break free from the confines of my soul, I thought it might kill me.
No drug could match how this made me feel, no wine was a sweet enough to lure me in the way this did, and no man could ever do something like this to me but Apollo. Like it or not, I was certain after this that our bodies were made for each other, to torture the other’s soul, and to give pleasure so intense that we forgot about how much we hated one another.
I fell backward onto the bed, legs splayed open for Apollo, eyes glazed over in a stare of pure seduction. This was fated to be the final breakdown when I finally gave myself up to Apollo and forfeited to his game.
I was ready for him this time. Maybe it was the family name, or maybe it was the new energy that he brought into the room when he said it, but I was willing to go all the way this time. There really was no turning back. I was his.
Chapter 21
Just fuck already.
Sweat glued dark strands of copper hair to my face as Apollo pulled his shirt from over his head. I wanted in a hazy state of satisfaction as he muscles flexed and rippled from even the slightest movement.
He was built in the image of God, with a soul like Satan. The tattoos that decorated his skin danced in front of me as he pulled down his pants. His cock was hard as ready, springing out from his underwear eagerly.
I grabbed it in my hand, pulling him by the cock toward me.
Apollo struggled to get out of his pants, locked at the feet by them. I giggled at his struggle, enjoying how it broke his serious character. He pushed me back on the bed as I tried to sit up and watch him.
“Open your legs,” he demanded as he pulled his pants from his feet and threw them against the wall with a dull thud.
My legs already were open, but I spread them more for him. “Take what you want from me,” I said, beginning to return to my cold demeanor.
Apollo didn’t like that. He frowned and slapped one of my breasts. “Don’t pretend like you don’t love it, Georgia. I’m giving you what you want.”
I stared up at him, eyes wide in wonder as his cock waved, and he crawled onto the bed with me. His body shadowed mine entirely, and all I could see what his tattooed skin and determined face. He gently pushed the hair from my face, then grabbed a handful from behind and pulled my head down into the sheets, his jaw clenched tight and his serpent green eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Beg for my cock,” he said, staring into my soul.
I was too caught up in the moment to defy him. “Please,” I said softly.
“Please, what?” Apollo asked.
“Please fuck me,” I whispered, barely audible.
Apollo released my hair, jumping up and turning away. “Not good enough,” he said, walking toward the pair of pants that lay in the corner.
I nearly knocked him over when I jumped up after him. I groveled on my knees, grabbing his cock in my hand from behind and speaking into his ass. “Please, no. Fuck me. I need it.”
“My cock,” Apollo said, his teeth clenched so hard that they might explode in his mouth. “Beg. For. My. Cock.”
“Give me your cock,” I pleaded, clawing at his thighs. “I need your cock.”
Apollo’s expression softened. “Get on the bed, and I’ll give it to you.”
I leaped up and sprinted back to the bed, spinning in midair to land on my back with my legs open. Apollo rushed up to me, grabbing my legs and pulling me toward the edge of the bed. His cock slapped against my pussy, sending a shockwave through me on contact.
“I want you to obey me,” Apollo warned, “Or I’m going to leave.”
I nodded furiously, caught in his web once again. This time, I was fully wrapped like an insect, waiting for the spider to devour me. I could die in this way, and there was nothing that I would be able to do. I had fallen too deep, gone too far to turn back.
Apollo used his hand to position his cock at my entrance, taking his time putting it in. Either he knew I was a virgin, or he wanted to tease me until I begged him again. Either way, it was torturous.
“Put it in,” I breathed.
“I make the rules,” Apollo replied, but pushed his hips and entered me for the first time.
I was immediately met with a stretching feeling, but nothing unpleasant. Apollo was big and had enough girth to fill me up without even being halfway in. I gasped as he pushed further, pressing my hips down in place as he enjoyed the slow entrance into
my untouched hole.
I was wet enough for him, more than I needed to be to guide his cock inside. There were things about me that I couldn’t control, and that was one of them. Apollo’s ego was probably through the roof at having finally bedded me, but this was no longer about him. This was about me and what I wanted now.
I had prided myself on not needing a man for so long, but all that was breaking down as he entered me. The slow movement back and forth, rubbing against the interior of my walls, brought such great pleasure to me that I hardly understood how something so simple as a cock could do this to me.
Well, it wasn’t just a cock. The owner of that penis had caused me so much anxiety, pain, and frustration that it sent crazy signals to my brain that this was the only way to stop it. Because of that, I clung to him like he was the last man on earth, riding along with his steady rhythm as he fucked me.
Apollo bent over me, grabbing a fistful of my hair again, jerking my head to the side to expose my neck. He dived down to it, meeting the sensitive erogenous zone with his hot mouth again. I moaned at his action, overwhelmed by what was happening inside of my body.
I wrapped my hands around his wide back, unable to make them meet in the center. He was too large for that. I raked the black polish over his skin, using dangerous force in doing so. I felt him jerk at the pain, to which I responded with another rack, even strong this time.
Apollo left my neck, pounding his cock faster inside of me as bright red marks appeared on his flesh. He reached for my breasts, pinching, pulling, and slapping them around as he fucked me. His handsome face was contorted in pleasure and pain as he took me as hard as he could.
The speed of his cock gliding in and out of me took me up to orgasm again, pleasure spilling back through my body for a second time. This time, I was already relaxed, so it felt even more powerful and full, releasing even the smallest bundles of tension in my muscles.
“Apollo,” I moaned, pulling him in as I bucked and rode the waves of delight.