When his finger finally breached my hole, he didn’t hesitate. With a ruthless shove, he pushed it up inside me until it was sunk down to the middle knuckle, making me cry out and try to squeeze my thighs together. The feeling of something foreign there, delving deeper inside me and opening me up - I didn’t know how I could feel so exposed, so vulnerable. And to know that it was Ares who was demanding it, to feel his wrist turning so that he could force apart my legs again as he worked his finger higher and higher inside me - I thought I was going to fall apart before him.
“I said to watch me.”
But it was impossible. I could feel him still moving, still widening me as my body clenched around his intrusion. My eyes screwed shut, and it was in a trembling voice that I protested against Ares
