CHAPTER 13
Ares
She could try hard, and mask how turned on she was by my words with disgust, but that slight tremble in her breath made it apparent. She didn't care about how I spoke to her. She enjoyed it. She enjoyed it like when I had her bent over my desk.
She could act like she hated this, hated how I spoke to her or treated her, but I knew she secretly loved it, maybe even craved and desired it. She was so desperate to go home with this man after I warned her not to, then she could get on her f*****g knees and beg for his life to be spared.
He didn't mean s**t to me. I hated killing, yes, but right now I seemed to have a knack for it. I didn't have a bloodthirsty gene inside me like Leo who loved to handle situations with his hands, nor did I enjoy the feel of metal in my hands a
