CHAPTER THREE
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~~ARES~~~
“Harder!” the brunette girl cries out as another wave of pleasure surges through her.
her echoes fill the office walls.
Honestly, I don't care.
I pin her hands high above her head, banging harder and deeper into her wet p***y. her body arches like a bow ready to snap. She claws her nails into my skin and locks her legs around my waist, grinding, twisting in desperation.my c**k floods her p***y so deep
“So good, please don't stop,” she pants
I won't stop. I only give a brutal relentless pace.
This is not for her.
It is a rhythm meant to drain me, not satisfy her.
When she reaches for more, I pull away, shove my fingers inside of her, watching as her hips buck up against them.
She moans loudly, lifting herself to meet my every thrust like a slave to her own body.
Pathetic.
“Oh my f-fuckin guud,” she cries, her body convulsing as another orgasm hits her.
was it the fifth, sixth? Who was counting?
When her walls clench around my fingers, I pull them out and press it against her lips.
“Taste it.” i say
She licks, sucking them like sacred rum.
Her eyes begs for some sign of approval.
I give her none.
She drops to her knees without a word.
Clever move.
She opens her mouth wide as I press my balls into her throat until spit and pre-c*m coats her chin.
She’s fully ripped.
leaning back in my chair, I watch her gags and struggle o take me full hard.
My hand tangle up in her hair. I force a thrust and let her choke on it.
My release comes rushing in, and I don't hold back, I groan, sharp noise as I empty myself down her throat. She swallows every piece of me like gold.
When the haze clears, she crawls back up, lips slick, leaning in for a kiss.
That's when I grab her jaw in my hands and shove her face away.
Get dressed.”
The brunette’s lashes flutter, long and painted, still trembling from the way I had her pinned on my desk some minutes ago.
“Can’t I play a little longer?” she teases, breath ragged, the corner of her mouth stained with what’s left of me.
“Leave.” My tone cuts clean.
She blinks up at me, confused. “But Ares—”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
I’m already zipping up my pants, adjusting my shirt, shutting down the heat like flipping a switch off.
“I’ve got work to do,”I say
She lingers there like a shadow that doesn’t know it’s already faded. They always think they matter. They don’t.
I don’t keep women in my bed. Warmth disgusts me. It softens the parts of me I can’t afford to feel.
“Ares, I thought you loved having me around—” the brunette says
“What was your name again?” I ask flatly, unsure why she thinks I should care.
And that lands. Her mouth parts, eyes wide.
I don’t really remember her name; I never do. I’d only make the call, and Jack sends them over.
I never f**k a woman twice. Flustered, she pretends to storm out. I don't look, i just know she’s leaving and it doesn’t bother me.
Women are forgettable. That’s how I keep it.
My phone buzzes.
“Sir,” Security says. “Miss Lilith is in the elevator heading to your office.”
What?
My blood spikes. “Why the hell is she here? I told the driver to take her home.”
I push a breath through my teeth.
This isn’t the time. Not after I just—.
Before I can pull myself together, the elevator dings, and she steps out.
Her hair’s a wind mess, cheeks flushed. her chest rising like she fought her way through a hectic storm. The second our eyes meet, the world stops out from under me.
Fuck
The last time I saw her, she was just a young girl barefoot who used to sit in my garden, drawing skies and calling me Uncle Ares in that soft voice that makes me want to protect her from the world.
My chest tighten at the sight of her. Taller. Softer. Curves in places that shouldn’t catch my eye
God help me, they do.
I clear my throat, straighten my cuffs like the movement can erase what I’m thinking.
She’s not the same Lily I remember.
The brunette,damn it. she still hasn’t left. she stiffens behind me.
“Who the hell is that—”
“Shut up,” I hiss. My focus doesn’t move from Lilith. Not even for a second.
“What are you doing here?” I ask with a sharp grunt.My tone is cold, but my pulse isn’t.
Lilith’s gaze flicks to the brunette’s half-buttoned blouse, then back to me. No fear. Just something sharper. A girl who’s grown teeth.
“I wanted to surprise you, Uncle,” she says, her tone deliberately light. “Didn’t think you were busy.”
She wants me to know what she means
And I do.
Like that’s supposed to make me smile, that my best friend’s daughter walks in on me mid-f**k? Even Jones knows I hate surprises.
“You can’t show up to my office unannounced,” I say, stepping forward just enough for her to feel my authority. “Nobody goes against me. Nobody.”
Her chin lifts. “I just thought—”
“Save it.”
Her lips part like she wants to argue, she looks almost thrilled, and I don't want to hear it.
Not here. Not now. Not with her looking at me like that.
Not when my skin still smells like s*x.
So I do the only thing that makes sense.
“Go home,” I say. My voice comes out lower than I mean, almost rough.
“I’ll see you at dinner.” I say I’m not sure how she takes it.
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