Chapter 280 - Daddy Dont Hurt Me *harsh content warning* (2/2)

Russ furrowed his brows in irritation as he sat up. ”Are you trying to say I rȧpėd her?!”

Ry shrugged. ”Might as well have. You took what little joy and pŀėȧsurė she could have gotten out of a forced situation and completely wrecked her...”

”She could have fuċkɨnġ said no at any point and I would have stopped!” Russ argued.

Ry arched a brow, moving his focus back around to Russ. ”Would you? Could you have?” He lifted from the foot of the bed and moved closer to where Russ now sat. In a flash of his hand, he had Russ by the hair. He placed one knee on the bed as he pushed forward bringing his face level with Russ and held his gaze.

”What the fuċk, man! Let me go!” Russ growled as he struggled against the massive man's grip.

”I can't help it, I want you... I NEED you...” He searched Russ's eyes. ”Isn't that what you told her, what you told Jos each and every time you hurt them?” He ran his free hand up the length of Russ's leg as the smaller man continued to struggle against his touch.

”STOP! Let go, damnit!” Russ called out, panic beginning to slip into his voice.

Ry frowned, sticking out his bottom lip slightly as he moved closer to Russ, moving his hand closer to the seam of the tiny red boxers. ”But I want you. Isn't that enough? Aren't my needs more important?”

Russ shoved against the thick trunk-like arm that pressed his leg into the mattress. ”Enough! You've made your point.”

Ry tilted his head. ”Have I?” He tugged the handful of blonde hair bringing Russ's face closer to his. ”Or should I shove my own ċȯċk so far down your throat that you choke on my ċum?” He released Russ's leg and grabbed the hand that pushed against his arm and brought it to the tight bulge of his pants. ”See? My need is there just as yours was... What's the difference? What should stop me from forcing my thick ċȯċk into your tight ȧss and fuċkɨnġ you till you tear and bleed?” Ry watched as the color drained from Russ's face. He narrowed his eyes as he shoved Russ against the bed and glared down at him. ”That's what I thought...” He backed off the bed. ”Thank of that the next time your entitled ȧss tries to force yourself onto a woman, willing or otherwise. Next time I may not be so nice.”

Just then the door opened, and Poseidon stepped in, froze in his steps, backed out, then poked his head back into the room. ”Yep, right room... So, maybe you two would like to explain what the hell is going on?” He threw up his hands. ”Ya know what never mind! I'm pretty sure I don't want to know!”

Ry shot Russ a glare. ”Simply teaching the kid a lesson...”

Poseidon eyed his son up and down. ”Umhum... Looks like it was a hard lesson...” He tried to keep from laughing at his own joke. He shook his head. He stepped aside and glanced out the door. ”So, um... the girl you carried into the other room earlier... did she learn the same hard lesson?”

Ry's eyes narrowed on Russ. ”Yeah... just not from me...”

Poseidon shook his head. ”And this is why your brother has always been sent when dealing with people... your people skills have always been... questionable...” His questioning gaze moved to Russ. ”Was the lesson well received at least?”

Russ swallowed hard as he scurried to the floor and retrieved his pants as both Poseidon and Ry's eyes followed him. ”I think he learned well enough, didn't you?” Ry didn't wait for an answer as he turned to his father. ”What brings you by?”

Poseidon let out a sigh. ”Peg just called. It would seem our friends have still not used their credit or debit cards... in fact, there hasn't been any activity within their bank accounts other than regular monthly automatic transactions.”

Ry nodded. ”I see. Has Peg been able to track down any proof of travel yet?”

Poseidon shook his head. ”Nope, by all accounts, they never left the island... they never left this palace...”

Ry nodded again. ”I'll see what I can find out here.” He didn't send Russ a second glance as he strolled out of the room.

Poseidon watched as his son left, his focus moving from the heavy door as it shut to Russ. ”I can only surmise your hard lesson involve that girl? You should know, regardless of how cold my sons may often seem they have a rather large soft spot for the fairer sėx... for anyone they feel has been mistreated, really... I suggest not falling on the wrong side of that soft spot or you may come to realize just how hard they can be as well. Your protection through the council and through me will only get you so far. Not even I could stand against them both if they set their minds to it.”

Russ looked away in embarrassment but didn't say anything.

A faint huff of laughter rumbled Poseidon's ċhėst. ”It's never fun realizing the pain you've caused to others.” He said as he walked over and bent down beside Russ. He stroked the boy's face as he pulled away from him. A smile curved Poseidon's lips. ”You still have so much to learn, my boy.”

Russ glared at him. ”I'm not your boy. You may have my sister eating out of your hand, but I know deep down you're no different than any of the other gods and your bastard children.”

Poseidon nodded. ”You may be right about that. There is much for me to gain my way of you and this shabby, flea-infested kingdom of yours... but not until it has a leader worthy of the hand of a god... You 'my boy' are not nearly there yet.” He pushed up from his haunches and left Russ to wallow in whatever self-imposed despair he was currently working through as he made his way out of the room.