“Wrong answer,” I growl. “Try again.”
She tries to fight me off for a second, deep down, I know that’s not what she really wants. She’s trying to prove herself, to cling to the last drops of her independence, or at least show me that she doesn’t want to go down without a fight.
But then my fingers start moving again, and I know she’s so close that her body will fucking implode soon.
I lean in, drawn by a tear that’s falling down her cheek, and I lick its path. The saltiness becoming the sweetest thing in my mouth. Because I know this is the first sign of her letting go of that wall she’s built around her.
“It’s okay, little curse. It’s okay to stop fighting it. It’s okay to accept you’d do everything I’d ever ask you to. The same way I would do everything for you.” My fingers resume moving against her swollen clit as I press her face on the desk, neck still collared by my hand. “Tell me the truth. Tell me what you really feel.”
She lets out the final sound, something I heard many times in battles from defeated warriors. But this time her destruction is really her salvation.
“To you,” she finally chokes out, surrendering completely. “I’m yours,” the words come with another tear.
“Again,” I command, increasing the pressure of my fingers.
“I belong to you,” she cries out, louder this time, her dignity forgotten in the face of everything else that is between us. “To you, Ares.”
Her admission unleashes something primal in me. And although I want to hold her now, I also fucking want to ruin her.
So I’m taking things one at a time. My thrusts are becoming erratic, the sound of flesh meeting flesh coming with an irresistible decadence. My fingers move faster, more insistently against her as my own body tightens with a need that feels like it’s going to make my every single cell blow up.
She shatters with a scream, so raw that it sounds like defeat and victory altogether. I go on as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through her. Her tight cunt clenching around me so deliciously, I can barely hold onto my sanity as I continue to drive into her. She feels too fucking good, too addictive… too made for me.
With a roar, I follow her over the edge, my body towering above her as my cock twitches with hot pulses, spilling myself deep inside of her.
For endless moments, we remain locked together, trembling, gasping with more than just pleasure.
I don’t even know how the fuck I went from being pissed off at her to this. To scooping her in my arms, while her body trembles from my absence as I withdraw from her; gathering her against my chest and carrying her back to my bed, ourbed. Cradling her naked body. Holding her as she cries in my arms, releasing everything she’s built up inside, and accepting her true fate. BeingMine. Keeping her safe while running a hand through her hair as I chase away the last of her fears. “I’ve got you, little curse. There’s no need for lies anymore.” My hand reaches beneath her chin, lifting her head up so she’ll look at me. “Breathe now. You’ve got your own personal monster to defeat whatever you’re fighting with.”
fifteen
-Brynn-
I wake to the sensation of Ares’ arms draped heavily across my waist, his body radiating heat against my back like a furnace. Although I still want to fight the sensation, I can’t stop myself from waiting to hear each one of his heartbeats.
I’ve been awake for a few minutes, my body aching in places I didn’t think could hurt. But the evidence of last night's surrender is still written in purple bruises across my skin.
I still can’t believe I cried in front of him. More than that, I feel like I’m gonna cry now for crying in front of him, for letting him see me weak.
I should feel shame, even hate, but instead there’s only a hollow emptiness where resentment used to live, as if he fucked it right out of me.
His breath rests against my neck, stirring the fine hairs there. I could kill him right now, without him even realizing it.His guard is down. His throat exposed. But my hands don’t go searching for a weapon. Instead, they rest against the expensive sheets as I try to process everything that has happened. I crawled for him. I surrendered to him. I admitted I belong to him.
Where do I go after this?
What’s left of me?
His phone rings, snapping me out of my thoughts and Ares is instantly awake beside me, fully alert like the predator he is. I feel his muscles tense, fueled with his raw energy as he reaches across to the nightstand.
“What?” He answers, his voice is so deep and ready for anything that might come his way, no one could conceive he was just sleeping a moment ago.
I prop myself on my elbows, wincing at the pain in my leg. But I’m even more aware of the one between my thighs. A persistent reminder of what happened earlier, just likehesaid.
I watch his face as he listens, his perfect features sharpening with each second his body moves next to me.
“It’s 404,” he says, letting me know what we’re dealing with.
“Put him on speaker,” I whisper, needing to hear whatever information is important enough for him to call at 4 AM.
