(Ares’ POV)
Gods, she was adorable.
I watched red heat flush all over her face as she inconspicuously and lustfully checked me out from head to toe, her eyes lingering a tad bit more on my impressive junk before they made their way up to my face.
What?
I know I had an impressive game in my southern bits. It was not bragging, simply a mere stating of facts.
But one surprising thing happened.
Instead of the burning lust and awe I expected to see in her lovely blues when she finally met my gaze, all I saw was confusion and disbelief.
“You?” She whispered softly, staring at me for like a minute more right before some kind of realization dawned on her and her eyes widened in fear and anger.
“As you have already seen, I would rather die than become your slave,” She hissed rather angrily
