Eros
Juliet’s revelation had hit me like a sucker punch, shattering the carefully constructed facade I had built around myself. The revelation that Stephan, her supposed fiance, was none other than my own brother, Lance, sent shock waves of betrayal coursing through my veins.
Anger, raw and unbridled, simmered just beneath the surface as I grappled with the weight of her words. How could Lance deceive me like this? And what of Juliet? Was she truly oblivious to the web of lies that had ensnared her, or was she playing a dangerous game of her own?
I paced the length of my office, the plush carpet around my sofa muffling the sound of my footsteps as I wrestled with my thoughts. If Juliet was telling the truth, then she was in grave danger, and by extension, so was I. But if she was lying…
The mere thought sent a shiver down my spine, a cold realization settling over me like a thick fog. If Juliet was working with Lance, then I was well and truly alone in this battle, with very little option available.
But as much as I wanted to dismiss Juliet’s claims as falsehoods, a nagging voice in the back of my mind urged caution. There was something about the way she had looked at me, the vulnerability in her eyes, that tugged at my heartstrings in a way I couldn’t ignore.
I shook my head, banishing the doubts from my mind as I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. I needed answers, and I needed them now. With a determined set to my jaw, I reached for my phone, my fingers flying over the screen as I dialed Lance’s number.
The phone rang once, twice, before a voice answered on the other end. “Eros?” Lance’s voice was tinged with surprise, but there was an undercurrent of tension that sent a chill down my spine.
“Lance,” I replied, my voice tight with barely contained fury. “We need to talk. Now. I’ve run out of patience. I’m still at the penthouse. You have 15 minutes to get your ass over here before you have to make the two hour drive to my warehouse, consider ” and I hang up the phone.
The seconds ticked by with agonizing slowness as I waited for Lance to arrive, each passing moment only amplifying the knot of tension coiled tightly in my chest. I paced the length of the penthouse, my steps echoing off the polished marble floors with a hollow, rhythmic cadence.
My mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, each vying for dominance in the chaos of my mind. Anger simmered just beneath the surface, a seething inferno threatening to consume me whole. How dare Lance disrupt the fragile balance I had worked so hard to maintain? How dare he threaten the one thing that had managed to crack my armor? How dare he damage her first for so long all for a personal gain.
But beneath the anger lurked a deeper, more insidious fear—a fear born of uncertainty and doubt. What if Juliet was telling the truth? What if Lance truly had designs on her, using her as nothing more than a pawn in his twisted game? “The mere thought sent a shiver down my spine, cold tendrils of dread creeping insidiously through my veins. If that were somehow true, I could only imagine the torture she has endured.”
I clenched my fists at my sides, the muscles in my jaw taut with tension as I struggled to rein in my emotions. I couldn’t afford to let anger cloud my judgment, not now. I needed to confront Lance head-on, to demand answers and put an end to whatever machinations he had set into motion.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the sound of footsteps echoed through the silent penthouse, signaling Lance’s arrival. I turned to face him, my gaze cold and unyielding as he stepped through the doorway, his expression unreadable.
“What the hell is this about, Eros?” Lance demanded, his voice laced with thinly veiled hostility. “You call me out of the blue and demand that I come running to your penthouse like some lapdog, because you have some girl that belongs to me. I called all my pimps, all my woman are accounted for. I have better things to do than indulge your petty games.”
I scoffed, my lip curling into a sneer of contempt. “Petty games?” I shot back, the anger bubbling just beneath the surface. “I must say, I am honestly getting tired with your outlandish view of reality.” Lance strolls across the fluffy rug I have across the sitting area of the office, and lounges on the couch. His presence grating on my nerves, threatening to set me off.
“So, Lance,” I began, my voice tight with barely contained fury. “Care to explain why you’ve been trying so hard to cozy up to the Mascaro family?”
Lance shrugged, his demeanor irritatingly nonchalant. “Why not?” he replied, his tone dripping with arrogance. “They’ve got power, influence, money. Everything a man could want, every man except for yourself.”
I fight to keep my temper in check, my patience wearing thin. “And what about us, Lance?” I demanded, my voice rising with each word. “We could have had it all. We could’ve run this city together. We had the ability to over throw them, and take everything for ourselves. Why throw it all away to play second fiddle to the Mascaro family?”
Lance’s smirk widened into a grin, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Oh, Eros,” he taunted. “There’s only one king who rules, and I look better in a crown.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut, igniting a firestorm of anger and frustration within me. “You’re a damn fool, Lance,” I spat, struggling to contain my rage. “You think they’ll let you waltz in and take control? You’re nothing but a pawn in their game. It’s been 7 years since I left, and you’re still in the same position, and their business is in the same state I left it. At least I have something to show for the last 7 years.”
But Lance remained unfazed, his arrogance dripping off of him sickeningly. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Eros,” he retorted, his voice dripping with venom. “I’ve made myself indispensable to the Mascaro family. And once I marry the daughter, I’ll be next in line to inherit the empire. One that doesn’t crumble at the first sign of trouble. One that doesn’t rely on daddy’s money to keep it afloat.”
Lance’s declaration hung in the air like a foul stench, his arrogance thick and suffocating. “You think you’re indispensable?” I retorted, my voice dripping with contempt. “You’re clueless, Lance. You don’t even know where she is, do you?” My fists clenched at my sides, the truth of his ignorance fueling the fire of my anger..
Lance shrugged, his expression unrepentant. “It’s survival of the fittest, Eros, It doesn’t matter what information I actually possess” he replied coldly. “You taught me that, remember?”
My jaw clenched at his words, memories of our past swirling in my mind like a dark storm. “What do you mean?” I demanded, my voice laced with thinly veiled anger
Lance leaned back in his seat, a smug grin playing at the corners of his lips. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten, brother,” he taunted. “Remember when we were kids? Remember what you did to that kid who tried to steal from us?”
The memories flooded back with chilling clarity, sending a shiver down my spine. I remembered the fear in the boy’s eyes, the way he had begged for mercy as I stood over him, my fists clenched in rage.
“He was weak, Eros,” Lance continued, his voice dripping with malice. “But you, you showed no mercy. You taught me that weakness is a liability, that we must do whatever it takes to survive.”
His words hit me like a sledgehammer, a harsh reminder of the ruthless lessons I had imparted to him in our youth. “That was different,” I protested, my voice strained with emotion. “We were just kids. We didn’t know any better.”
But Lance merely shrugged, his smirk widening into a grin. “Maybe,” he conceded, his tone mocking. “But the lesson stuck with me, Eros. And now, I’m putting it to good use.”
A chill settled over the room, a silent acknowledgment of the darkness that lurked within us both. As I stared into Lance’s eyes, I realized that the boy I had once known was gone, replaced by a man consumed by greed and ambition.
I reached over to my desk and grab my phone with a steady hand, my gaze never leaving Lance’s calculating stare as I dialed Elliot’s number. The seconds stretched into an eternity as I waited for him to pick up, each moment weighed down by the weight of anticipation and dread.
“Elliot,” I said, my voice tight with barely concealed urgency. “Bring her in.”
The line went dead, and I turned my attention back to Lance, a flicker of satisfaction dancing in my eyes. “I’m about to find out just how much you really care about her,” I said, my voice laced with a dangerous edge.
Lance’s smirk faltered for the briefest of moments as a heavy fear flicked through his expressions before he regained his composure, his gaze cold and unforgiving. “Do your worst, Eros,” he spat, his words dripping with contempt. “She means nothing to me.”
I clenched my jaw, suppressing the surge of anger that threatened to consume me. “We’ll see about that,” I muttered under my breath, my mind racing with a million different possibilities.
The door swung open, and Elliot entered the room, dragging Juliet behind him. She stumbled forward, arms bound behind her back and gagged, her muffled protests drowned out by the adrenaline and rage coursing through my veins.
I turned to face her, my heart sinking at the sight of how afraid she was. But arousal stirring in my stomach at the state in which she was helpless. “I’m sorry, Juliet,” I whispered, the words heavy with regret. “But I need you to help me.”
“You see, Lance,” I began, my voice low and dangerous, “you underestimate me. You think you hold all the cards, but you forget who you’re dealing with.” My gaze flicked towards Juliet, a silent promise of protection and vengeance echoing in my eyes.
Lance’s facade wavered, a hint of uncertainty flashing across his features before he masked it with defiance. “And what makes you so sure, Eros?” he challenged, his tone laced with arrogance.
I took a step closer, the air crackling with tension as I locked eyes with him. “Because unlike you, Lance,” I replied, my voice a steely whisper, “I know where all the bodies are buried.”
A flicker of uncertainty crossed Lance’s face, his facade of indifference faltering for just a moment. But then, like a snake shedding its skin, he regained his composure, a sneer twisting his features. “You talk a big game, Eros,” he scoffed, “but talk is cheap. Actions speak louder than words.”
My gaze hardened as I met Lance’s challenge head-on. “Actions, huh?” I echoed, my voice dripping with contempt. “Well, let’s see what kind of action you’re willing to take when faced with the consequences of your greed and treachery.” With a swift motion, I reached behind me and signaled for Elliot to bring Juliet forward.
Juliet’s muffled cries intensified as Elliot pushed her past me directly in front of Lance, her struggles futile against the restraints that bound her. My gaze remained fixed on her, conflicted emotions warring within me as I watched her plight.
I walk up behind her, pulling my knife from its sheath on my belt and grabbed a fistful of her hair with the other hand to pull her head back. “I can’t explain how beautifully strong you look right now,” I growl lowly into her ear, barely a whisper. “Now be a good girl and act real scared for me.”
The glint of my knife caught the dim light, as I bring it closer to Juliet. Lance’s gaze flickered briefly towards Juliet, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes before he turned his attention back to me.
“So, this is your idea of a threat, Eros?” he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “Using a woman as a bargaining chip? How pathetic.”
I met his gaze head-on, my jaw clenched with barely contained fury. “You have no idea what you’re talking about, Lance,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. “You think you’re invincible, but you’re just a coward hiding behind this same woman. I’m just threatening to take your only piece of leverage away from you.”
Lance’s laughter echoed through the room, a cruel and mocking sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Is that what you think, Eros?” he taunted, his eyes gleaming with malice. “You really think I need her anymore? You’re just doing me a favor.” With a final sneer, Lance turned on his heel and headed for the door, leaving behind a trail of bitterness and resentment in his wake. He footfalls lessening in volume by the millisecond, the air in the room lightening once he’s gone.
I turn Juliet to face me, my heart heavy with regret and determination. “I’m sorry Juliet. I should have believed you. I shouldn’t have put you in danger like that”
Juliet’s eyes narrowed with a hint of defiance, her stance firm and unyielding as she met my gaze head-on. Her face flushed and her eyes pink and puffy. There was a fire within her, a strength that demanded respect, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to it.
“You can’t just decide what’s best for me, Eros,” she said, her voice laced with a steely resolve. “I’m not some damsel in distress waiting for you to swoop in and save the day. You also can’t just put me in danger like that. I am more than capable of putting myself in danger, thank you very much. My choice in men is an obvious indicator of that.”
Her words struck a nerve, igniting a spark of frustration deep within me. But beneath that frustration was a fierce admiration for her strength and independence.
“I know that, Juliet,” I replied, my tone tinged with exasperation.
“And you need to actually fucking listen to me. I told you he didn’t care. I told you he wasn’t safe. I fucking told you that giving me back to him was my literal actual death. I told you that if you gave a single shit about me, you wouldn’t call him. But you did call him. Don’t act like you didn’t just slap me across the face and tell me you didn’t care.” Juliet recoils from me like I’ll burn her.
Juliet’s words hit me like a punch to the gut, her anger and frustration washing over me in waves. I felt a pang of guilt gnawing at my insides, knowing that I had failed her, that I had let my own doubts cloud my judgment.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “I should have listened to you. I should have trusted you.”
But Juliet’s gaze remained cold, her walls firmly in place as she held me at arm’s length. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, Eros,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “You put me in danger. You put my life on the line because you couldn’t see past your own ego.”
I swallowed hard, the weight of her words sinking in like a lead weight. “I know,” I admitted, my voice thick with regret.
But Juliet’s expression softened, a flicker of doubt crossing her features. “Can I trust you, Eros?” she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “Can I trust that you won’t put me in harm’s way again? I don’t want to be manipulated anymore.”
I took a step closer to her, the air between us charged with tension. “You can trust me, Juliet,” I vowed, my voice low and intense. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. I’ll move mountains, I’ll tear down walls, I’ll burn the world if I have to. But I won’t let anything happen to you. I swear it.”
For a moment, Juliet’s gaze wavered, her walls crumbling in the face of my sincerity. And in that moment, I knew that I would do anything for her. She was more than just a woman to me; she was my everything, my reason for being. If my empire was going to fall, than I would protect her from the rubble.
But fuck, she would look sexier as my Queen.
“I want to believe you, Eros,” Juliet whispered, her voice barely a breath against the silence. “But you have to prove it to me. You have to show me that I can trust you.”
As Juliet’s whispered words hung in the air, a charged silence enveloped us, thick with anticipation and desire. I could feel the heat between us, a palpable tension that begged to be released. With a primal instinct driving me forward, I closed the distance between us, my hand reaching out to trace the curve of her jaw.
“Let me show you, Juliet,” I murmured, my voice husky with longing. “Let me prove to you just how much you mean to me and let me show you how much I want your trust”
Her breath hitched as my fingertips danced along her skin, sending shivers down her spine. There was a hunger in her eyes, a raw desire that mirrored my own, igniting a fire deep within me. Without another word, I closed the gap between us, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
Our kiss was fierce and passionate, a whirlwind of longing and need. I felt her melt against me, her body molding to mine as if we were made for each other. My hands roamed over her, tracing the curves of her body with a reverence that bordered on worship.
With a primal urgency, I lifted her up, carrying her across my penthouse to my room and into the bed as if she were the most precious treasure in the world. As our lips collided, the intensity of our desire surged like a tidal wave, crashing over us with irresistible force. Juliet’s soft moan mingled with my own as our tongues danced in a symphony of passion, igniting a fire that blazed between us. The smell of coconut floods my senses, and I can’t help but press myself harder against Juliet, wanting more of her. My fingers trembled as they traced every inch of her bare skin, reveling in the sensation of her softness beneath my touch. My kisses traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses behind as I explored her body with eager hands.
I pulled back slightly, staring into her mesmerizing eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with lust.
“So incredible.” I said as I unbutton her sheer shirt.
Juliet’s breathy laughter echoed in the room, a sensual caress that sent shivers down my spine. “You’re not too bad yourself, Eros,” she teased, her eyes glinting mischievously. “You have about a thousand more compliments before I think you mean it.”
My mouth curved into a wolfish grin. “Oh, I assure you, beautiful lady, the following 999 compliments will come with ease.” With a sudden burst of energy, I flipped her onto her back, straddling her hips, pushing her tight pencil skirt up to her waist.
Her eyes widened with surprise, but quickly turned into a sultry gaze of anticipation as I pull her legs up so her knees hook on my forearms. Her breath caught in her throat, and I watch her pupils dilate with pleasure as I pull open her shirt and slide my hand under her lacy little bra that taunted me ever time I saw her today. I watched her intently as my thumb rubs against the perked nub of her nipple, taking in every reaction, every gasp, every moan.
I begin to explore her body with my hands, and I can’t help but marvel at the way it fit perfectly against mine. Every touch, every caress, sent sparks flying through me, as if each nerve ending making contact with her connected directly to the center of my being.
“Why don’t you slide those panties off for me pretty girl?” I get off her and grab a condom out of my wallet “Just relax, Juliet,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Trust me. You will enjoy this.” With a tentative glance at me, she complied, pulling her panties down and kicking them off. Her naked form was breathtaking - toned muscles rippling beneath smooth, pale skin, and her swollen pussy lips begging for every ounce of my attention.
I took a step closer, gazing down at her with hungry eyes. “Perfect,” I breathed, reaching out to brush a lock of hair away from her shoulder.
“You know what I want, don’t you?” I growled softly, my voice low and seductive.
Juliet’s eyes widened with excitement, her breath coming faster as my hands moved lower, tracing the contours of her waist and hips.
“And you know who I am, don’t you?” I asked, my gaze locked on hers. “You know what I do?”
She nodded, her expression a mix of awe and fear. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I know exactly who you are, Eros, and I’m not afraid of you.” Juliet’s voice trembled ever so slightly, betraying the fear and excitement coursing through her veins. “And I know what you do. But I’ve never met anyone quite like you before.”
My cock stiffens her words, and my hand itches to be wrapped around her throat. I grinned wickedly, my fingers dancing across her exposed thigh, . “That’s why you haven’t run away yet, Isn’t it beautiful girl. What you know of me, terrifies you. You just can’t admit that you love it.”
Juliet’s eyes stare into mine, her breath panting. “Exactly. Now will you shut the fuck up, and fuck me”
Without another second wasted. I grab her hips and flip her to her knees, with her ass high in the air. I open the condom package and roll it down my aching shaft. “Tell me how badly you want my cock beautiful girl.”
Her breath hitched, her eyes darkening with desire as she glanced back at me over her shoulder. “More than anything,” she murmured, her voice thick with need. “I need you, Eros. I need you to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.” I slam my cock into her, her tight walls begging to pull me in and never let me go. A quiet shriek leaves her mouth as she forces her ass back into me with almost equal force. “Jesus Christ, your pussy feels like home.” I mumble out, high on the feel of her around me. A loud moan leaves her lips, and I keep my pace hard, but steady.
“Fuck Eros, you’re so big.” Juliet’s words come out in pants between her moans, rocking on her knees making a satisfying smack as her ass makes contact with my thighs.
“My god Juliet, you’re so tight.” Her pussy is euphoric and clenches around my cock at my words. I bring my hand down between her legs and rub her swollen clit with my rough thumb, her body lunches forward and a low moan leaves her lips before turning into another shriek. “Fuck, baby. I love when you sing for me.” I wrap my other arms around her waist giving me more control over the movements of her body and circle my thumb faster.
Juliet’s body shoots up and she presses her back firmly against my chest and stiffen. She takes in a gasp that sucks the room of air and her body starts to shutter against mine.
“Holy fuck Eros” Juliet moans “Please don’t stop” Her breathing is short and rapid as her body only lightly tremors. I pull my hand away from her clit and force her face into the mattress of the bed. “Oh my god” Excitement and shock explode from her words because I pick up my speed and borderline hate fucked her with how rough and hard my strokes were. Her shrieks turned into screams and she ripped and pulled at the sheets as another orgasm ripped through her. The perfection of her pussy clenching around me inviting me deeper sent me over the edge, leaving me breathless. Stars exploded in my vision and the room tilted in front of me.
Pulling out of her, I roll off beside her pulling her into me. The rooms spun around me as I tried to ground myself. Juliet’s breaths beside me softened and evened, little hums of sleep vibrating her small form. I get up to go to the washroom, and clean myself up, giddy at the idea that in 24 hours after meeting this amazing woman, I not only fucked the shit out of her but I also got to share my bed with her. There was no turning back from this, that spot in the bed will forever be hers.
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