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Ares pulls me closer as if he wants to hear every spoken word from my parted lips.
“That boy was older than me. Older than Dom. You didn’t need to say many words for him to paint the picture. He knew who I was and what had been done. So, he told me something I vowed to implement every day.”
“What was it?” Ares asks, his eyes lowering to my lips as he watches the way I bite my bottom lip ever so slightly.
“Survive until I’m ready to present you to this world of betrayers.” Those words were cold and raw. Spoken the same way as that night when I stared at this boy who was focused on me and not the road before us. “Loyalty, perseverance, and opportunity can lead even the weakest creatures to the finish line.”
My thumbs glide enough along his flesh to push the blindfold away, the fabric on the verge of sliding off his head entirely, but his stillness keeps it in place, just like his haunting eyes.
“I want to reach the finish line,” I vow as lowly as I can speak my truth. “But not alone. Not with broken bonds or fuming emotions of rejection and betrayal. When we reach that line of victory, I want all those who belittled me back then to see what their mockery caused. What their laughter and words of hate formed me into.”
He pulls me against him, leaning back enough that I’m forced to peer down into his captivating stare.
“You want to be the victor,” Ares affirms. “Sharing your victory with the most deserving.”
“Surrounded by all of them who dared to look the other way when I was begging to be heard,” I whisper and brush my lips against his. “All… I wanted was love, Ares. But all they could give me was pain.”
“Not anymore.” It’s crazy how his words can always ignite a sense of belief.A yearning to trust.“You’ll get to taste what it’s like to be loved, Sweet Canary.”
His hand runs through my locks, pulling my head down so our lips can collide.
The overwhelming warmth of his lips transcends through me. It’s welcoming, a touch that hums through my body, maybe even my soul. In the beginning, I never understood if the passion between us could shift to something raw and tempting. That it could enter that realm of passion that I have with Zander.
Here, before all these flashing lights and people who are desperate to see that spark, I feel those chains of restraint let go.
Every last bit that fought in rebellion to change has given into Ares’ silent plea, and what’s left is us.
Us against this world of fake bastards, desperate bitches, and empires that see us as nothing but pawns in this ongoing game of chess.
“THAT! Thats it right there! Get the shot! YES! Yes!” Al is screaming something like something glorious has occurred before his eyes, but I can’t pull myself away from sinking into his feverish kiss.
So deeply rich with passion and hope.
It’s not until we’re gasping for breath, unable to continue this ongoing need to claim the other, I remember there are at least forty people in the room.
Watching us two almost naked beings on the verge of having sex.
“W-We’re done?” I squeak and try not to react so nervously with my ‘wake-up call’ out of our intense moment, but seeing the various faces of red from the staff makes me realize how crazy this move was.
Did I really opt for the idea of coming here practically naked to help Ares’ photoshoot and tell him one of my darkest moments because I was angered by what I overheard Scarlett say?
Yes.
I wholeheartedly did and may probably be bipolar at this rate.
“YES!” Al cheers as he jumps up and down like he won the lottery. “The sponsor just approved of it! Witnessed it in the flesh. AH! We’ve been given a five million bonus!”
The gasp and cheers from the staff echo around us, but I’m taking in the fact this sponsor “witnessed” what we just did in the flesh.
Looking at Ares, I see the way his eyes twinkle with understanding. He tightens his hold around my waist but doesn’t move farther.
Maybe because my body is blocking his hard-on.
“Do you know who paid Barbieri?” he whispers.
“No,” I admit the truth. “But…”
“The one who sponsored this,” Ares concludes.
