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She watches in surprise, fascinated by the action as Ares takes his sweet fucking time enjoying every inch of her juices on his fingers.
Teasing fucker.
“Now, I should introduce you,” he announces. “They’re downstairs.”
“You said you’d give me an hour if I obeyed,” she reminds him.
“You’re tired still?” he wonders. “Or is this your way of thinking of a diabolical plan to kill us in our sleep?”
“As if you’d let me,” she mutters first but further rests against the bed. “I’m just lightheaded.”
That’s the splash of cold water I need to get out of this sexual state of distraction.
“Guess that’s my fault,” Ares admits and gets off the bed to get something from the top drawer of the nightstand. “Can you sit up?”
“Yes,” she admits and slowly works on sitting up. She is still as flushed as ever, but I notice the hints of discomfort in her expression.
I’m a fucking idiot.
My level of guilt is tempting me to come out of hiding to attend to V, but I notice what Ares offers her.
So does Verena.
“Lollipop?”
She stares at it, then at Ares, and back at the piece of three flavored candy. It looks like it’s a mix of vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate. It’s intriguing enough for V to accept the offered candy.
“It’s poisoned,” she declares and watches Ares smirk. She then pouts and proceeds to open the wrapper with a quick tug of the clear plastic. Popping it into her mouth, Ares looks intriguingly back at her.
“Why would you eat it when you thought it was poisoned two seconds prior?” he inquires curiously. “If this is your way of being defiant, you may find yourself six feet under.”
“You wouldn’t smile if it was poisonous,” she announces. “You’re Warren’s brother, yes?”
“Yes.” Ares doesn’t hide it. “Younger if you’re intrigued.”
“I am,” she notes. “You two don’t show emotion. You only show your emotions when you’re horny as fuck.”
Not sure if I like her acknowledgment. It also means she’s not blind to certain things.
“You shouldn’t be speaking about your guard like that,” Ares notes.
“I wasn’t talking about Warren in my last sentence,” she points out and plops the lollipop out from her mouth entirely to speak her next words properly. “And this isn’t from you, is it?”
Now, Ares genuinely smiles.
A first…
It even takes V off guard as she arches an eyebrow at him in surprise.
“Wh-What did I say?”
“More like, ‘Why am I such a cunning canary.’ That’s what you should be asking.”
“Defiant. Sweet. Dirty. Cunning. I have at least four different variations of one nickname,” she acknowledges.
“Who’s the lollipop from?” he changes the topic back to the previous subject.
“Knife Master,” she says immediately before adding, “Zander?”
