Moves

 "Zeus," Dimitri cleared his throat, "Didn't expect you to show up so suddenly."

 "I went to Ivy's room, but she wasn't there. I was curious to find out when I found this instead," Zeus thunderously replied. Remember last time? Was that not punishment enough?!"

 Zeus shoved Dimitri back and seized my wrist, pulling me into him.

 "I'm moving into this room!" I hissed, "I'm not staying in the one on the second floor anymore!"

 "Why not? You have the entire second floor all to yourself!" Zeus exclaimed.

 "It reminds me of what a bitch your granddaughter did to me!" I shouted.

 Zeus's threatening expression softened as he released his hold on me, "Dimitri, leave."

 Dimitri looked as though he wanted to defy him, but one look from me made him realize that it was the best choice. With a slight nod to me, Dimitri left my new room.

 "You expect-"

 "I expect you to do as I ask!" I sneered, "Otherwise, I'll marry the brother that will!"

 Zeus froze in his tracks. His demeanor changed to familiar, "What did you just say? Marry my brother?"

 You got him right where you want him. 

 The slithering voice echoed in my head.

 "He wants me more than you can imagine," I lied, "I didn't realize that one night with me turns you men into children—children fighting over their favorite toy, neither of whom wants to share."

 "You're more than just a toy to me, Ivy," he lowered his head.

 "You have a funny way of showing it," I spat, "You Castles sure know how to make a woman feel wanted."

 "You're not considering marrying my brother over me," he scoffed.

 "Why not?" I reasoned, "He has everything you have and is much younger."

 He clenched his jaw before marching over to me while removing his belt with intent before angrily bending me over his knee.

 "Stop it, Zeus!" I shouted.

 It was useless. He began spanking me with his belt over and over again. Why did this turn me on? What was wrong with me? This excites me. It made me hungry, anticipating what would come next after his form of 'punishment.' When the spanking was done, he maneuvered himself over me, pressing my body into the thick carpet below his knee. I felt his hand slide to my slick entrance, but he retreated.

 "Ugh," he snarled, "Dimitri."

 Oh, that makes him angry.

 "We're going into the shower," he ordered while yanking me upright by my left forearm.

 He dragged me behind a set of double doors that I thought was the closet, but it revealed a bathroom that looked as though it was meant for my old room. The silver fixtures accentuated the black dual vanity, the outline of the magnificent shower, and even the luxurious spa tub. Did he know that I was moving into this room and changed it? No, there's no way he could have done all of that when I had just decided to move into this room not moments ago. 

 He turned the shower on and pointed me inside like a drill instructor. I folded my arms over my chest defiantly which only enraged him more. He growled before ripping my clothes from my body and pushing me into the now steaming shower, following closely behind.

 "Clean him out," he demanded.

 "Who do you think-"

 "I'm your fiance," he interrupted, "I don't want to feel him when I want to fuck you. No man ever can touch you before me again!"

 It's working. He's falling. That dark voice slithered into my head once more,

 "I thought you marrying me didn't matter whether or not the other men in this house could have me," I reminded as the hot water fell over my head, relieving me instantly. 

 "Do as you're told!" he hissed while twirling me around, planting me against the slick black marble walls.

 Before I could react, he poured soap over his hand and began rubbing against my slick sex. Was he cleaning me? COuld he truly not stand another man touching me? Or is he angry because he wasn't the first man to have me once my body healed from Eric's passion?

 "What's the matter?" I taunted, "Am I tainted now? Now that you know Dimitri had me before you?"

 His eyes turned cold.

 Right where we want him.