Chapter 2

Chapter

Two

NOVA

I should have known better than to rile Anthony up. The prick loved smacking me around, so the slap across the face wasn’t much of a surprise. My hand went up to cup my cheek.

“Shut your trap, you useless bitch,” Anthony said in a deadly tone. “We both know step daddy dearest doesn’t give two fucks about you or any complaint you have.”

“Just leave me alone,” I cried out.

“You’re such a cunty little cock tease.” He rubbed his hand over his crotch. “I’m sick of waiting for my turn.”

He must see the shocked look on my face.

“Didn’t know you were promised to us after your step daddy puts a ring on it, eh? Soon as he’s had his wedding night fun to make everything nice and legal, we get to have our fun.” One thick, bushy eyebrow lifted. “I wonder if you’ll be better than your mom, cause man, that was one pampered pussy.”

I gagged, swallowing back the bile, so I didn’t puke all over the asshole. Did this animal actually rape my poor sick mother?

He chuckled darkly before grabbing my upper arms and pulling me tight against his chest. When his hard cock rubbed against me, I fought for all I was worth.

“I’m never marrying that vile man.”

Spittle hit my cheek while he continued to spew dark words at me. “Like you have a choice. He’s going to do to you the same as what he did to your mother. Oh, he might keep you around a little longer, what with that young virgin pussy, but eventually, you’ll die too.”

Tears formed in my eyes, causing me to blink rapidly. I’d refused to shed tears for any of these fuckers, and I didn’t want to start now.

“Get on your knees, cunt or I’ll?—”

A loud thud sounded and the next thing I knew, Anthony’s dead weight fell against me. When he dropped to the ground, my eyes grew wide at the Greek God that stood before me. The very naked Greek God. The Greek God with a very nice sized package.

“What the—?” I gaped at him. “Who the fuck are you?”

The man quickly crossed the room and shut my bedroom door, closing us in. “Um, I guess you can call me Aquaman. Ariel didn’t quite suit me.”

I backed away from him. He held up his hands.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He ran a hand through his long, dark hair. “Fuck. This has gone to shit. Just stand there for a minute while I figure this out.”

He turned his back on me, giving me a view of the nicest ass I’d ever seen. Wait. Did he say Aquaman? I ran to the bathroom and was shocked to find my funny little fishy friend was no longer in the toilet bowl.

Dropping to my knees, I frantically searched behind and around the toilet but saw no signs of it. “What the fuck is going on?” I glared back over my shoulder at the naked man who’d grabbed one of my pillows and was holding it in front of his package. “What did you do with my little buddy?”

“Um, just a minute, please.” The man turned away from me, and I was treated to another view of his gloriously tight ass. When he opened the door, I thought he was going to take off, but instead two more fish things entered my bedroom. The fins on their backs flared up and one jumped straight at me, causing me to take a step back. Naked guy calmly closed the door after them.

Before I could get a word out, the fish turned into men right before my eyes. One minute I was staring down at the two fish, the next there were two more sexy as sin naked men standing in front of me.

My eyesight went fuzzy before narrowing down. “What the?—”

Feeling lightheaded, I tried to make it to my bed, but my legs gave out on me, and I pitched forward. The last thing I felt was strong arms scooping me up. The world faded to black.

I was dreaming about the enormous aquarium that used to take up one entire wall of our living room. My new fishy friend was swimming happily inside it, darting in between the plant life and playing with my other companions. And then my idiot stepfather’s obnoxious voice complained about the smell.

“Fuck off. You’re the one that smells,” my dream self told off the useless fucktard that my mother had married.

Even in my dreams, the asshole just wanted to suck all the enjoyment out of my life. He’d known that I loved my aquatic oasis and would spend hours watching my fish and caring for them, so he had gotten rid of the entire setup.

I wouldn’t let him do it again. Not in my dreams. “Get fucked. You can’t have my fishy friend.”

“Told you she liked me,” a voice rang through my head. One that didn’t belong in my dream. “Open your eyes, pretty lady.”

Shaking my head, I tried returning to my dream. But a hand ran up and down my arm, insisting that I leave my beautiful dream world. Blinking my eyes open, the bright blue eyes that were staring down at me startled me. My hand flew up, and I smacked the person invading my personal space.

They jerked back. “Ouch, fuck.”

A sinfully masculine chuckle filled the air. “Oh yeah, she really likes you.”

Sitting up slowly, I glance between the three naked men in my room. “What the hell’s going on?”

A memory tickles the back of my mind. Something weird happened and then nothing. I rubbed my forehead. There was something I needed to remember. “Who the fuck are you guys, and why are you in my room?”

The one holding a pillow in front of himself, held up one hand. “We aren’t here to hurt you.”

And then it came back to me. My eyes grew round, and I rapidly sucked air in and out of my lungs. The Greek God knocking Anthony out. Fish turning into naked men. “Aquaman?”

His grin is a mixture of drool worthy sexiness and mischief. “At your service. But my name is Beck.”

I plunked back down on my bed, and reaching up, pinched myself in the arm. Fuck. I’d hoped that this was all a dream, but apparently not.

“Someone better tell me what’s going on!”