Page 35 of London Has Fallen
“I’m not your whore, I fuck when I want, not when you say,” I snap before climbing off the bed, fastening my pants and pulling my shirt on.
“Oh, did I hurt your ego?” The bitch rolls over and props her head on her hand, smiling at me.
“Nah, in order for you to hurt that, I would have to give a fuck about you and clearly I don’t since I just came all over you like a cheap slut.” I ignore her cursing and the promise of pain as I slam her bedroom door closed behind me and stalk toward my office, needing a fucking drink and a chance to calm the fuck down after that shit.
When I enter my office the sight of my four brothers seated adds gasoline to an already burning bridge. I just wanted one fucking minute to myself and now that isn’t going to happen.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Ares growls as I make my way to the liquor cart, keeping my back to them.
“Are you seriously fucking her?” I turn around and lean against the cart as I pin Apollo with a warning glare.
“He sure is.” All five of us turn and face the door where London stands, looking like Lucifer’s bride. She tears her glare from my brothers to face me. The angry glint in her eyes would have most men begging for forgiveness but not me, I don’t owe her shit. “You think you get to just blow your fucking load and then storm out on me?”
I fight the smirk from breaking free, I got under her skin. “I had an itch and you scratched it.”
Her jaw unhinges for a second before her mask of seduction slips into place. I tense in anticipation as she saunters into the room, ignoring Cronos who tries to stop her from coming to me. She doesn’t stop until she stands between my legs and has her hands flat against my chest. She bats her lashes as she leans in closer and peppers open mouthed kisses to the side of my neck. My gaze darts to my brothers who all stand there with wide eyes. Cronos looks worried, not for himself but for me. When her lips brush against the shell of my ear I stiffen further.
“Get ready, pretty boy,” she whispers.
My nostrils flare and my eyes lock onto Cronos’s who is shaking his head like a pissed off father. “For what?” I reply in a tight tone.
She moves until her lips ghost over mine, her eyes shine with happiness—that look has ice running thorough my veins. She places a chaste kiss to my lips before she says, “For me to fucking ruin you and your family. You just made me angry and everyone knows when I’m mad, people get hurt, so I would train those dumb fucks fast before the first trial because I am not above harming them to get back at you.” Without thinking I drop the glass and clamp my hand around her throat.
“Fuck!” I shout when the bitch counters my move and grabs my dick in a vice like hold. Sweat immediately forms on my brow and my breaths come in short rapid pants. My brothers step forward to help, but I shake my head, not trusting her to not take out their defense of me on my cock.
“You ever try to lay your hands on me like that again and I will fucking rip your baby dick off and make the three pigs you call brothers eat it. I’m the big bad wolf here, Arty darling. Learn your place because it isn’t above me, it’s beneath me.” She tightens her hold drawing another shout of pain from me before she shoves me back and storms toward the door. “Bestie, I need you to come with me.” she calls out as she exits the room. Cronos smirks at me before chasing after that fucking psycho bitch!
“Did she just summon Cronos?”
“Dude, she brought Artemis to his knees!”
“I think I’m in love.”
I grind my teeth and breath through the pain as I push to my feet and stumble behind my desk, dropping in my chair and shoot each of the triplets a scathing look that has the smiles on their faces disappearing.
“You three are exempt from classes. You will train with Cronos from sunup to sundown and I will attend the trainings when I can,” I say.
“Why?” Ares asks.
“Because London fucking Murdoch is gunning for each of you. Clearly she is holding a grudge after the three of you idiots tried to ambush her in the woods.”
They each exchange a look before nodding their agreement. “Maybe if you fucked better and actually gave her an orgasm she wouldn’t be this mad,” Adonis says, the other two fuckers laugh alongside their fucking triplet as I sit here stewing in my rage.
“Get the fuck out now. You’ll pay for that comment tomorrow.”
Ares snorts. “Cronos isn’t going to work us hard,” he says smugly.
I push to my feet and smile wide. “You will be wishing I was laid up in bed giving her orgasm after orgasm tomorrow.”
“Eww, no I wouldn’t,” Apollo snaps in disgust.
“Oh, but you will because I will be taking your training tomorrow, not Cronos.” The three of them pale and begin to shout apologies and promises of not meaning what they said. I ignore the assholes as I leave the room, ready to call it a fucking night. Spending an hour with London drained me, no pun intended there.
“Again you lazy sacks of shit!” I shout, the triplets groan as they push to their feet looking like they are about to pass out. Ares has already thrown up. Adonis cried but refuses to admit it was tears rolling down his cheeks, he says it was sweat. Apollo has threatened to call the council because headmasters can’t treat students like this. All that earned them was another round of laps and fifty burpees.
“We need a break!” Ares shouts as he hunches over. Adonis sways on his feet. Apollo is trying not to show pain or exhaustion but the way his eyes keep twitching and his legs keep trembling shows me he is going to crumble soon.
“A break?” I say calmly, the three of them face me looking uneasy at how calm I am.