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To anyone who understands STFUATTMDLAGG
Karma was actually a bitch, it turned out.
I wanted to lay out on the beach with a margarita in one hand and a vibrator in the other, not a damn care in the world.
Yes, monsters were real. Not like, haha—politicians are monsters. More like real life, toothy, thirsty, ugly monsters who ruled this city with an iron fist.
Ever since I’d learned creatures were real, I’d wondered if my ex from eleventh grade had secretly been a dragon.
My eyes widened and my fingers itched as I went past them all. No. No shiny objects. Do not touch.
I finally came to the door I’d been looking for–one that had an ornamental golden three-headed dog door knocker. Weird-ass rich people, I swear.
I froze for a moment, listening for any movements, sounds, breaths, or growls. Yes, growls. Monster men growled a lot.
It had been an eternity since I’d done the deed with someone, but my trust issues meant I did a level four background check on anyone who looked at me for too long, and that didn’t help my lady bits’ cause.
A man stood in the doorway, only I knew he wasn’t a man. No. Humans didn’t have eyes of fire or pointed teeth. They also certainly weren’t that damn good looking.
“Look at what we found,” he snarled, “Our next chew toy.”
There were three things in this world that made me happy. Fucking, killing, and collecting art.
Minos had always been somewhat of a man whore–my whore–but this was taking it too far.
Was he being fucking serious? Minos, the monster I’d seen gut mortals, murder monsters, and fight the gods themselves—was asking me to spare a useless woman because he wanted to fuck her?
I’d spent almost a million dollars on anger management at this point, specifically for times like this where I could feel my pulse in my temple. Still, I couldn’t keep the anger from my voice.
“Well, you did send him their cocks in a box, Aaecus.” “It was Valentine’s Day,”
He never argued with me over a mortal’s life—so why now? Because she had nice tits? A nice ass? A nice…fuck, she was hot.
If only the demigods weren’t such a massive pain in the ass, then I’d even say our lives were more enjoyable than ever before.
Percy Jackson in a nutshell
Out of all the demigods—there was one we sparred with the most. Hercules, the curly haired cunt that mortals praised. They’d made movies about him, songs about him, books about him. They had no idea how much of a piece of shit he was.
I also felt a twinge of jealousy. Our relationship was always complicated, and seeing him so intrigued by her…
There were some aspects of humanity I did enjoy, such as all the technology. In the old days, you’d have to write a letter and pray to Hermes for it to be delivered swiftly. Now, you just pulled a magical device out of your pocket and it sent messages instantly.
I ignored him, making a mental note for later. I would punish him for this, especially for disrespecting me in front of a mortal.
I wanted her to look at me that way while I rubbed the tip of my cock against her lips. I wanted her to hate me while I fucked her.
“Got something against monsters, sweetheart?” “Many things,” she said, not breaking our locked gazes. “And the list is growing the longer I’m stuck here with you.”
“Tell us your name. Now,” he growled. She looked at him like he was an annoying fly she wanted to swat. “Ashley. What about you, captain my-dick-is-bigger-than-yours?”
“We won’t torture you,” Aaecus chuckled. “Unless you beg us to.”
I had a three million dollar pussy, and that was officially the highlight of my shitty day.
“You were the one that wanted this,” I whispered. “Yes,” he said, his voice sultry and soft. “Your scent makes me want to bend you over and rut you, little thief. Normally, I’d just slit your throat, but I can’t bring myself to do it.”
There were things I enjoyed that made it hard to find a compatible partner, but something told me Minos might just work… He bought you, dumbass. Not partner material.
“My brothers would love to merge with me and fuck you. I bet you could take our cock with some magic. I bet you’d beg for it, beg to service us.”
When I thought of demigods, I thought of the cartoons I’d seen growing up. Ones that had heroes battling monsters, saving mortals, fighting the gods. But they were just myths and legends, right?
I was very familiar with Greek history, as it overlapped with the art world, and now my mind was falling down a rabbit hole. How much of it was real, and how much of it was just a story?
“You really think you can survive seven days of sin, little thief?”
“I’m going to fuck you until you’re dumb, little thief,” he whispered. “You can fucking try.”
“If I take your ropes off, are you going to run? Or are you going to be a good little mortal?”
The theme for the next seven days was survive, which meant not running from them—even if that’s what I wanted to do. Right? Three million dollars and sex for seven days. Sex with monsters.
“I’ll fuck you how I please, but I still would like to know. I’m a monster, but I have morals.”
“You belong to us now. Not him. Our pet, not his.”
I thought about the bottle of Tums I’d downed. My gut had told me one thing, and I’d ignored it.
“Any other advice for a contract with monsters?” I asked bitterly. Minos shrugged. “Maybe add a clause about getting eaten. Sometimes Aaecus loses control, you know.”
“Not on the fucking floor,” Minos snapped. “Take them to the kitchen and then come back. For fuck’s sake, we’re not dogs.” I snorted, which drew four not so happy gazes to me.
“Come on, little thief, let’s sign the papers so I can fuck you,” Minos growled. Three million dollar pussy, I reminded myself as he shoved me forward.
I could feel the seeds inside of me, the heat becoming almost unbearable. I felt like I was running a fever, my blood boiling. Was this what it felt like to eat food from the Underworld?
“Take a shower. There’s a nice one in there. I think there’s some extra clothes too. Oh, and try not to die,” the bodyguard called, followed by a cruel laugh.
The front door opened and closed, leaving me alone with my mate. How long had the two of us been together? I didn’t even know at this point. Our bond was ancient and beautiful, but also made us fight like an old married couple.
Ever since M, he’d been more callous with me. There were times he felt like a stranger, times that made me wonder what the hell the two of us were anymore. Sure, there were moments he was tender with me, but our relationship hadn’t been what it used to be for a long time.
“What if I got her pregnant?” I whispered, listening for a growl. “Do not,” he snarled, gripping my hair and yanking me back. That had been the wrong button to press.
“You’re a bitch,” he snarled. “Yes, but I’m your bitch,”
“Are you going to behave now?” “No,” I snorted. “Never. And you like that about me.”
“How did I end up with the world’s biggest slut as one of my mates?” “I don’t know,” I said. “How did I end up with someone that has a stick up his ass?”
