Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)-Chapter 158 - 156: Fuck me... baby

His stomach turned violently.

Why did she take pictures?

Jianna tilted her head, studying his reaction with clear amusement, her lips curling into a soft, affectionate smile. Like this was a lovers’ moment. Like she hadn’t shattered his world with a single screen.

"See that, my love?" she said gently, her voice sweet. "This photo would be sent to your beloved Athena."

Oliver shook his head immediately, the chains biting into his wrists as he struggled. Panic clawed up his throat, raw and choking.

"No... you wouldn’t dare," he rasped.

If Athena saw those pictures, he would think he was dead.

Jianna’s smile widened at the realization dawning in his eyes. She crouched slightly so they were face to face,

"Oh, baby," she murmured fondly, almost cooing. "Of course I would."

Oliver’s chest heaved as fear replaced the pain.

"You’re trying to break her," he said hoarsely. "That’s what this is. You want her to suffer."

Jianna laughed softly, as if he’d said something adorable. "Suffer?" she repeated, straightening again. "No. I want her to let go."

"And nothing helps a girl move on faster," she added lightly, "than believing the man she loves is already gone."

With that Jianna turned and walk away while humming a song. Her heels echoed softly against the concrete as she walked toward the exit.

Oliver strained against the ropes, the chair scraping uselessly against the floor.

"Jianna!" His voice cracked. "Don’t do this—please."

She hummed louder instead, a low, almost cheerful tune, the kind a mother might sing to a child before sleep. But it made his stomach churn.

Oliver’s breathing turned frantic. "You said you liked me," he said hoarsely. "You said you..."

Jianna tilted her head, considering, then smiled at the screen like it was telling her a joke only she could hear.

"I do like you, baby," she murmured, almost fond. "That’s why this hurts so beautifully."

Without hesitation, she clicked the send button.

She slipped the phone into her pocket, satisfaction settling into her bones like warmth.

Athena was in Azrael’s home. He had just finished taking a bath, a towel slung low around his waist, showing his hot V-line. Water slid down his wet chest in slow, until it disappeared beneath the towel.

His damp blue hair clung to his face, his sharp features softened by steam, and for one dangerous second Athena thought... no, knew, that if sirens existed, they would look exactly like him.

She stood in his closet, fingers brushing over his clothes. She was halfway through judging his questionable fashion choices when he stepped out.

God.

That was the only word her mind could form.

Well-crafted abs. His broad shoulders. That infuriatingly pretty face. He looked unfair, like something that belonged in myths, not walking out of a bathroom in nothing but a towel.

Her eyes betrayed her before her pride could stop them, sliding lower... and landing right on the very obvious bulge hiding behind the towel.

"Like what you see... Mama?" His voice dipped into a lazy tease the moment he felt her stare.

Athena sucked in a sharp breath.

Heat rushed straight to her face as realization hit, she’d been caught red-handed. She snapped her gaze back up, mortified, and slightly furious at herself... and him for noticing so easily.

"I—" she cleared her throat and folded her arms. "You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that."

Azrael smirked, knowing. "Sneak?" He took an unhurried step closer, water still dripping from his skin. "This is my house."

She rolled her eyes, refusing to retreat. "Not my fault," she muttered, "if my mate’s looks could kill."

His smile curved wider, eyes narrowing as he crossed the distance between them. "Are you complimenting me, mate?"

Athena didn’t answer with words. Instead, she stepped closer, slid her arms around his neck, and pulled his face down toward hers.

Azrael’s smirk softened into something boyish, clearly pleased by her boldness.

"And what if I am?" she teased, her voice low as she brushed her lips against his.

His arms wrapped around her waist instantly, pulling her closer until there wasn’t even space for air between them.

"You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her, but Athena shifted her head just enough to deny him, teasing.

"And why is that?"

His lips curved again. "Because I don’t think you can handle me."

"Really?" She tilted her head, genuinely stunned.

He hummed in response. "Hmm."

Athena leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "How about you show me what you’ve got?" she whispered, challenging.

His voice dropped. "Don’t say I didn’t warn you."

The next second, the world shifted.

With supernatural speed, he lifted her, and suddenly her back was against the wall, him between her legs. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Athena gasped at the suddenness of it all, heart racing, breath stolen and Azrael smiled like he’d been waiting for that reaction all along.

Athena’s breath came out uneven, her mind scrambling to catch up with what had just happened. One second she was challenging him, the next her back was against the wall, his body pinning her there like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Her hands curled on his shoulders.

"What..." she stopped, swallowed, then lifted her chin stubbornly. No way she was letting him see how badly that had rattled her.

Azrael smirked, eyes dark with amusement. "What? Cat cut your tongue?"

She shot him a glare, heat still burning in her cheeks. "Please," she scoffed. "I was just... surprised. Don’t flatter yourself."

"Oh?" One of his brows lifted slowly, challengingly. "You didn’t look surprised. You looked... impressed."

Athena huffed, gathering herself. "You think throwing me against a wall is impressive?" She met his gaze head-on now, defiance sparking in her eyes. "That was cheap intimidation.""Intimidation?"

His brow stayed arched as he leaned in just enough for his breath to brush her cheek.

"Mate," he murmured, voice dropping, "if I wanted to intimidate you... you wouldn’t be standing."

Her pulse jumped hard, traitorous, but she refused to back down.

"Then don’t assume I’m speechless because of you," she fired back. "I just didn’t expect you to prove my point so fast."

Azrael’s smile turned slow. "And what point is that?"

"That you’re arrogant," she said, even as her voice softened at the edges, betraying her. "And entirely too confident for your own good."

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest.

"Confident?" he said lazily. "Baby, if I wanted to be confident..." His eyes held hers as his tone dipped into something wicked. "You would be beneath me by now... screaming, ’Don’t stop, Zrael... fuck me, baby.’"

He even dared mimicked her voice.

Athena’s eyes widened instantly, heat rushing to her face before she could stop it.