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“The point of the dinner was to show off our ‘new toy.’ We didn’t label you in our minds as someone of sentimental value. At least, I didn’t… even if a part of me wanted to. I have known Domino’s father long enough to accept that he’ll never be deemed an ally in my mind. Domino can think whatever he wants, but I’m not stupid or blind.”
His arms loosen around me, only for his hands to grip my hips.
“Do you believe Mr. Leighton thinks of Domino as worthy enough to pass down his empire to him?”
“No.”He could ask me again and again, and every time, I’d say nothing but the truth.“Yet, he continues to submit to his father as though it’s a possibility.”
“When a little boy hasn’t faced being discarded by another, he’ll never grasp just how replaceable he is,” Ares confronts. “Until then, he’ll do whatever it takes to please the one that carries that shiny trophy of power. Whether consciously or unconsciously.”
“Why aren’t you like that?” I ask as he lightly grips my hips, then lets his hands drop to his sides. Walking in front of me, our eyes are lost in a look of curiosity.
“Like Domino?” he inquires.
“Sort of?” I’m not sure what I’m trying to get at. “I mean, are you going to acquire your family’s empire even though Warren is present?”
Ares looks deep in thought as his hand lightly trails along my front side, right between my breasts. He allows his finger to remain there, the touch light yet kindling warmth across my chest.
“My family only deems me of higher stature because of the sacrifices Aries has made on my behalf,” Ares confesses surprisingly. “He simply hides it well. Projects a persona that emphasizes how much he doesn’t give a shit about being the head of an empire as uniquely structured as ours.”
“Yet?” I’m curious because I wonder if Warren knows Ares’ viewpoint on this. Or does he assume Ares is just as blind and foolish as the rest of his family, who favors Ares over Aries?
“Yet, I bet you he wants to prove to all of those doubting bastards that he’s well qualified to take the role.” He moves his finger further down along my abs. “To dethrone me as the potential heir and prove he’s all but been playing in their faces, enjoying his career as ‘bodyguard.’”
I quietly giggle at that, enough to catch Ares’ interest while that trailing finger of his stops just above my belly button.
“I really doubt he enjoys his career being my bodyguard.”
“He’d never commit to it long if he didn’t,” Ares argues and smirks. “I don’t blame him, though. It’s nice to stalk you around.”
“So, you admit to stalking me?”
“I admit to watching you sleep from time to time,” he confesses and leans over to whisper in my ear. “Maybe I can also confess how tempting it’s been to join you in the shower.”
“And what stops you?” I ponder, feeling how dangerous the tension between us is—so vibrant, palpable, and begging to be fed.
“Two things,” he begins and lets his finger trail down again.Until they're taunting the folds of my throbbing pussy. “One, a certain Sweet Canary likes to play with herself in the shower, thinking no one can hear her pitched moans and whimpers.”
My cheeks burn up, just like the rest of my face, but I stand completely still—even as his fingertips trail and gather the wetness pooling between my folds.
“And two,” he sounds more breathless this time while the tip of his nose moves along the side of my neck and down to the nape of my neck. “If I join you, you’ll never enjoy a lone shower again in our ruthless sanctuary.”
God…
“And if I want that?” I can’t even hear my own words.
“Then I may not be fit to be a Ruthless King,” he admits.
I swallow the lump forming in my throat as I do something so fucking stupid.Something I’ll surely regret later.Feeling his body grow rigid proves I’m losing my mind, but when his fingers further dip into my pussy from my encouraged guidance, I can only moan and shiver at how he inhales sharply.
“Verena,” he barely gets my name out. “Don’t encourage this madness.”
“Is it really madness?” I whisper. “What if… this only happens behind closed doors?” I’m not thinking logically.Heck, I can’t fucking think. “Behind closed changing rooms. Closed showers. Closed bedrooms. In places where it’s only you and me?”
“You want to be a dirty little secret, Canary?” he offers, yet his lips taunt my flesh as he pulls his fingers out of my pussy. I groan in protest, but the sound of his unbuckled belt ignites a thrill of anticipation through me.
“For now,” I breathlessly offer.
“For now,” he repeats and pulls back until he’s tugging at the button of his pants and unzipping them slowly. I watch the trailing movement, taking it in until those very pants are at his ankles, followed by his Hermes boxers.
