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“Olga, Diana is going to stay with us long-term. Her presence here is a secret. No one outside us four and yourself are to know she is here, or alive.”
“Of course.” Her stern expression was appreciated. I trusted Olga implicitly. “Diana, do you need clothes or any personal items?”
“You can make a list of whatever you want and leave it on the counter for Olga,” I interrupted. “We’ll cover it.” Olga took the hint and left the room to go to her quarters on the east side of the manor.
Mal strode in before Diana had a chance to reply. He pinched Bash’s cheek and leaned down to kiss mine before sitting at the seat furthest away from everyone, across from Bash. I caught Diana clocking his actions. The way her lips parted when she saw Mal’s affection amused me.I bet she’d be into some of the other ways he showed his affection toward me.He loaded up his plate, mixed himself a mimosa, and dug in. I noticed that he didn’t say anything to Diana, which was fine. I would rather him ignore her than start shit with her again.
Ares, brunch is ready. Can you come to the table please?
Oh, I’m coming, he replied in a husky voice that sounded anything but innocent.I’m just finishing, then I’ll pop right down.
Come to the table fully clothed, I added in as a precaution. Ares’ nudism came in phases, and I wouldn’t put it past him to come in here buck naked with a hard dick to get a rise out of Bash.
Fifteen minutes later, Ares made it to the table dressed in gray sweatpants–no shirt, shoes, or anything else–with a toothy grin. He carried a canvas messenger bag with him that he placed on the floor. All of his ink from the victory belt up was visible. Tattoos of constellations, Greek heroes, mythical creatures, and phrases in Greek letters decorated his arms, torso, and pecks. He pulled Diana’s chair out, angling it so it was parallel to the table. He guided her to sit down and kneeled in front of her. The abruptness of the move startled her, but I wouldn’t intervene for now. I wanted to see how she handled us. What were her instincts? How would she handle Ares’disposition?
“Diana, I’m very sorry for last night.” Oh fuck, Ares never apologized.What is he up to?“I shouldn’t have chased you and tackled you to the ground, or dragged you back to the house while you screamed. I do respect you,” he announced. His furrowed brows and the serious set to his lips made me think this wasn’t a trick.
“Um… Thank you for the apology.” Diana looked at me, then Sebastian. “You don’t have to kneel though.”
“Oh, I don’t mind looking at you from this angle,” he cooed, eyes transfixed on her pussy. As he ran his hand up her thigh, a furious blush creeped up her neck. “I got you gifts as a token of my apology and to welcome you here.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Bash commented flatly, pushing Ares’ hand off her.
“I disagree. A woman like Diana should be showered with gifts andsoakedfrom tokens of affection.” Ares reached into the bag and brought out a smaller, deep blue felt bag. It had silver and gold stars embroidered on it and was cinched closed with a drawstring. “Sometimes little pieces of our subconscious get stuck in our memories. Most of the time when they’re recalled by others, they don’t transfer. But this bag must be important to you, because a flicker of it came through.”
Diana’s face lit up. She opened the bag and took out three tarot decks in well worn boxes. “Oh Ares,” she gasped. Her smile beamed through the room. “Thank you! These were my mothers’ decks! How did you get them?”
“I have my ways, but don’t thank me yet. You have two more gifts.” Bash and Malcolm sighed, while I sat back, quietly watching everything unfold.
Ares never gave anyone a gift unless he was well and truly beyond obsessed over them. The last woman he gave a gift to was Aphrodite. He was a show off, and we knew each gift would outdo the next. He pulled out the second gift, which was a rose gold necklace with an overlapping pentacles pendant.
“I’m assuming this is a family heirloom?” The gold glimmered as it caught the light.
“A gift from my mom, I’ve had it for years. Thank you so much, Ares.” He leaned in much too close for Bash’s liking–if his growl was any indication–and fastened it around her neck, greedily inhaling her scent while he was close.
The last gift was a long, thin box in black wrapping paper and crimson red ribbon. Ares handed it to Diana and flashed a wicked smile at Bash. “This last gift is my favorite.” Ares was too excited and could barely maintain the euphoria in his voice.
“The last two were so thoughtful, I don’t know how you could top them.” Diana’s face beamed with happiness. Tearing off the paper, she placed the box on the table as a smile spread across her face. I could tell she liked to be spoiled and get attention, which made me wonder if men had shown her much attention previously.
She lifted the top of the box off and her smile fell. Gasping, she threw the bottom part on the table. A charred, boney finger with a gold and black onyx ring fell out.
“We took a prisoner from the club. That’s his finger! I tortured him for information, chopped it off for you, and wrapped the gift myself, Little Goddess. It’s what he deserved for trying to take you from us.”
Her brows practically met her hairline. She finally noticed what we all knew and took for granted: that Ares was fucking insane. He pried the ring off the finger and reached for Diana’s right hand to place it on her middle finger.
“When you wear this ring, I want you to think of how I stayed up all night, torturing this piece of shit because hethoughtabout touching you and taking you away from us. I spent hours flaying his skin, slicing him up with dozens of cuts until he talked. I wrenched each tooth out, one by one, so I can make you a necklace from them to match the ring. Then I burnt him to a gods damned crisp worthy of Hades himself,” Ares’ tone was animated, as if he was reliving the entire ordeal. “I did it for you.”
Grabbing her head with both hands, Ares kissed her with a reverent passion, like the world was ending. Surprisingly, she didn’t struggle or push him away, but melted into his touch. Bash was trying his hardest not to get up and knock Ares out. He squeezed the chair arm so tightly that it cracked. Then Ares ran his hand up her inner thighs, spreading them apart and raising a mischievous brow. He ran his fingers up her thighs, over Bash’s bite mark. “Hmmm, how did you get that mark?”
“Banged my thigh on a table at work,” she replied in a breathy voice.
I could hear her heart racing as Ares skimmed his fingertips all the way to the hem of the boxer briefs she wore. He leaned in, and in a low, husky voice asked, “You know what my favorite brunch food is?”
“Don’t say another fucking word, Ares!” Bash snapped as he got up, lifted Ares off the floor, and punched him in the face. Diana’s eyes went wide, and a smile twitched at my lips when I saw them light with amusement, not fear.
Ares righted himself. Cracking his neck, an unhinged smile spread across his face, and his nostrils flared. He loved fighting just as much as he loved to start fights. He took several steps back and with inhuman speed charged Bash like a bull in a china shop, slamming him flat on the table and smashing the breakfast platters as his booming laughter filled the room. He stood between Bash’s legs, strangling him. His godly glow lit up the room. It was always bright when he was fucking shit up and unleashing his crazy onto the world. Diana was enraptured by it. Bash started gagging for air, as Ares freed up one of his hands to slide three fingers down Bash’s throat and wiggle them around.
Ares used his wet, saliva-drenched fingers to push Bash’s hair back from his face. “Your hair looks so sexy pushed back, Bash-A-Smash,” Ares taunted him. “Diana, can you please tell Bash how sexy he looks with his hair pushed back?” He asked the question in some effeminate, valley girl accent.
