Chapter Two
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Eira’s POV
“Let's see if you can still run your mouth.”
The chill in his tone made my blood turn to ice. The type that promised he wasn’t done with me yet. But then.. I wasn’t always the type to cower, so I snatched the phone away from him and I stared at the screen.
“Play the video,” he sneered.
I tapped the screen and the video that played on the phone knocked the air off my throat. My hands trembled around the device that felt heavier by each passing second.
It was a video I had sent to him a month ago; he requested to use it to jerk off when he was away from the pack to play in the men’s pre-season. In the video, I was naked, thighs spread apart and my fingers were thrusting in and out of my wet p***y…. until I came all over my fingers and then licked myself clean. The sounds of my moans echoed through the silent hallway.
I squeezed my eyes closed. f**k, Eira. You’ve been stupidly in love, haven’t you? I tried to calm my nerves—determined not to show him that I was scared, before I snapped my eyes up at him.
“Why are you showing me this?” I asked even though my mind was already involuntarily placing the pieces together. Would he use the tape to get me to dispute everything I said in there?
“Well,” he began coolly, his fingers trailing from my jaw…. down to my cleavage. “You become my secret mistress, since it’s clear that you’ve not gotten over me yet.”
“What?!” My eyes narrowed in disbelief. “What did you mean by secret mistress? And what makes you think I’m still hung up on you?” I pressed my back to the wall, hated the way his touch still sent those silly desires through my body.
“A question at a time, kitten.” There was a time I actually found that nickname cute.. but now, I hated it more than anything else. “First.. I know you are still hung up on me from the scene you displayed back there.”
“I only did it to make you feel the same pain I felt and not because I want you back.” My face twisted with disgust. “Ewww.” I slapped his hand away.
The smirk on his face disappeared. “Doesn’t matter.. but you will be my personal w***e. Aria would be my mate and Luna.. but her body doesn’t captivate me like yours. I can’t get over your tight cunt and scent.”
At first i couldn’t believe my ears. “You are delusional to think I still want to lay my eyes on you—let alone, f**k you.”
Ares snatched his phone away from me and hold it up. “Well, you don’t really have a choice darling. Just a click and your nude would be everywhere on the media. I’m sure the students would be delighted to use the picture of the most endowed female in College as their screensaver.”
I won the award for the most endowed female in College last year because I have the sexiest body ever. My breasts are full and heavy—the type that doesn’t need much to spill over dress and lace. And my ass is rounded and succulent—it’s bounced with every step I take.
My scent of jasmine and lavender is highly addictive and seductive—enough to make even the strongest of Alpha go wild, especially the night of the full moon when I’m in heat.
“You are sick, Ares,” I spat through gritted teeth.
“Yes, I’m sick!” He screamed out. “Your scent and arousal is driving me crazy!”
I stared at him for a long moment and I couldn't believe I actually loved and dated this bastard for two good years. How… how come I never saw this side of him? “Did you ever love me all these years we’ve been together?” I asked, my voice thick with emotions.
He shrugged. “Of course… I do. But I need Aria and that is why I still want you as my mistress,” he said like he is actually doing me a favor.
I held his wrists. “Please delete the video, Ares,” I pleaded desperately hoping he’d just pity me. “You’ve ruined me enough. Just let me go…”
He smiled and… then snatched his hand away from me. “Just make sure to show up anytime i send for you. You delay by a second… boom, your videos go live. Now, let me go back to clean the mess you’ve made. Don’t forget to always wear those red sexy lingeries—you know what it does to me.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and he was gone just like that.
I stood there for a long moment, still wondering how we got here—how I’d become my ex mate w***e. And Ares' threats weren’t empty ones.
A trail of tears slide down my cheeks as pain lunged at my chest but I wiped it off. I can be anyone’s w***e but definitely Ares Thornhart. I refused to be used as his arousal chip.
After I had regained my strength and confidence back, I walked out of the palace, my mind already planning how I’d break free from that asshole.
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“Another glass please!” I slammed my glass on the booth. “f**k,” I cursed out, frustrated to the gut. I was drunk too.
My life is going down the drain. No mate. No ice hockey. And my nudes might be all over the internet anytime soon.
“Well… the VIP clients said I shouldn't give you more,” the bartender said.
My brows narrowed in confusion. “ The VIP clients? Who is that?”
She pouted her mouth to gesture behind.
I turned and upstairs, I saw two men staring at me. One has a darker shade of skin, while the other has a light shade. Tall. Broad shouldered. Their jaws are so perfect that I think it's unfair for any man to have this level of perfection. The diamond studs in their ears made them look so dangerous —yet captivating. Then.. their lips curled into a dangerous smirk and they gulped their drinks, their snake tattooed throat bubbled sexily. They are not brothers; they are definitely friends.
They stir no hint of familiarity but there was something enigmatic and magnetic about them that sent shivers and desires down my spine.
I snapped my head back at her, anger coursed through me. “Can you just f*****g give me the drink?! Who do they think they are to dictate to me?!”
She grabbed the glass and when I thought she wanted to give me the drink, she puts it away instead. “They are influential clients and they have the power to relieve me of my job… so if you were me, would you still go ahead?”
I didn't respond; I just yanked my purse open, grabbed a few dollars notes and slammed it on the table. “ The good thing is that they are not everywhere… so, I will go to another bar,” I hissed.
With that, I turned away but before I could take a step, I started feeling really pressed. Fuck.. I needed to use the restroom. I didn't want to ask that rude bartender for the direction, so I thought of figuring it out myself….
My legs staggered as I walked through the crowd, shoving people off my path. They hurled insults at me, but I didn't care. Then I entered a room… I swear I thought I saw a name plate on the wall screaming in the restroom but when I walked inside it… it wasn't a restroom. It was an exquisite lounge.
“Fuck.. Eira. You can't even do anything right!” I muttered, pressed a hand to my eyes in a desperate bid to be sober.
I turned away, only to hear the sound of moans and grunts. “ f**k, Kellan.”
Instantly, I was sober and my curiosity was piqued. My chest pounded but on their own, my legs moved and yes, I wasn't staggering anymore.
I reached the direction where the moans was coming from and I saw him. The fair man who asked the bartender not to serve me any more drinks from earlier was seated on the couch with his thighs spread apart and head thrown back. When my eyes drifted lower, I saw the dark one kneeling between his thighs taking his c**k in his mouth.
My breath seized completely.
Did I just walk in on gays making out?
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