Chapter 12 Soraya #2
Nisa left me halfway through the movie to go to bed, so I’m collecting the popcorn buckets and bottles of water.
Maybe I should start apartment hunting. I can leave now.
Maybe change my name. Disappear. Elias might be gone, but my aunt, my uncle…
Michelle; they are ghosts that would never stop hunting me.
Is there a place in this world where I can belong? No strings, no prices and no curses.
It will be the smart thing to do. The thunderclap booms through the house.
I hustle out of the theater and into the kitchen. I will talk to Ares in the morning about it.
After a quick cleanup, I head up the stairs, but I pause because Ares will not be there. I need to tell him about my plans now. It doesn’t make sense to delay the inevitable.
I think about all the things I should say, but the moment I knock on his door, I forget.
“Come in,” he commands. All he does is command. Come in, go there, sit. I close my eyes and turn the knob. My heart thrums as I enter his office.
As expected, his head is down over some file. I close the door behind me. My eyes find the chalice. For a family heirloom, he treats it like a county fair prize.
“Are you just going to stand there creating carbon dioxide?” He doesn’t lift his head. He just continues turning the papers in the file and signing some of them.
“We need to talk, Ares.” My voice trembles a bit.
“Then talk.” His casual attitude was the boost I needed. I steady myself, and my voice comes out clear.
“I am leaving at the end of the month.” My voice doesn’t waver. However, my statement earns a snicker from him. My lungs tighten; I take a shallow breath.
“You’re not going anywhere,” He continues signing. The scratching sound of the pen against the paper feels louder than the thunder.
“I am. I already—”
“I said no.”
Heat rushes up my neck, and I curl my fingers into my palm. The bite of my nails keeps me calm. I blink, trying to understand what he is saying. “You said?”
“Is there an echo in the room?” He pulls another file and begins to read.
I can feel my temper simmering. My jaw clenches until I feel a dull ache. “I am getting an apartment this week, and I am out.”
“Try it.” He finally looks up.
“What possible reason could you have for wanting me here? No, I am leaving. My decision is final.” I have to get out now, before rage bubbles over.
“You said what you said? Soraya.”
I don’t bother to answer, and I leave. I need to find people that love me, that want me around. It’s not a pity thing; it’s just a fact.
“Soraya, I am talking to you.” I hurry my steps to the living room, and as I turn to head up the stairs, I feel my body jerk. Lightning flashes through the house, and I swear my heart skips a beat.
“I’m talking to you.” Ares holds my hand in a vice grip. My skin feels hot under his touch.
“Let me go, Ares.” I pull my hand away and turn, stepping into the living room. The large two-story windows show the dark, cloudy sky and the sliver of silver light through the clouds.
“What do you have to say? Make it quick.” I rub my arm where he held me.
“You think leaving me will keep you safe? You think I would fucking allow it?” His words sound final.
“That’s the thing. You don’t allow anything, Ares. You control, you command.” I begin to pace. “And I am left to wonder, am I his wife or prisoner? I can’t live like this. I won’t live like this.”
My voice shakes. All these emotions are bubbling up inside of me.
Ares stands still. “I have to keep you safe.” Thunder roars as if it’s on his side.
I roll my eyes. “Story of my life. Now that Elias is dead, do you want to stay married to me?” It comes out louder than I intended.
Ares drags his hand down his face. “You think I don’t want you as my wife? Soraya, I will burn the heavens down to ash before I let another person take you from me.”
I stay silent because if it were a different day, that line would have been so romantic. My hands twitch at my sides; they won’t stay still.
“It’s a yes or no question, Ares.” I needed a clear and concise yes or no for my peace of mind.
“Yes, I want to stay married. I keep my distance because people can use you against me. They will use you, and I will kill every last one of them. But you will hurt and bleed too.” His muffled pacing has caused a small crop circle in the dark green carpet.
“So your solution is that you will make me bleed here, alone in this house?” I watch as he stops pacing.
I chuckle. “Come on. My fingers grip the cold side of my mattress every night. You don’t come upstairs. You treat me like I’m a disease, like you can’t bear to be near me.”
He pins me with a stare. My breath stalls. Be strong, Soraya.
“You know nothing about what I bear, Soraya.” His fist curls at his side.
“No, I know nothing because you don’t share anything.” I walk up to him, watching his eyes. “Do you love me? At all?” My voice is thin because the question is small but loaded.
ARES
I swallow. Do I love her? “I will burn the world to ash if anyone touches you.”
“Mortal or god, they are dead.”
Frustration flows through my veins. I step into her personal space, watching her cute chin tremble, and a single tear runs down her cheek.
“Love is power and destruction even the gods can’t escape.
I don’t want to escape it. I love you, Soraya.
Your very being completes me. You are my fucking wife. ”
I don’t give her time to think. Holding her face, I press my lips against hers. We both moan as my tongue tastes the inside of her mouth.
Her hands touch the sides of my waist, trying to pull me closer.
“I need her too,” Aric murmurs.
For the first in forever, Aric and I become one flesh. I can’t hear or see him anymore.
“You’re a fucking miracle, Soraya,” I whisper against her lips.
Gripping the neck of her jersey nightgown, I tear it in half. Soraya gasps in shock.
“You think you can walk away from me?” I growl “I’m not a man you leave.”
“Ares!”
“Yes, baby. I need to see every part of you.” I toss the dress to the side. One hand digs into her ass, and the other is at her throat.
Her eyes rove over my face. “Make love to me, Ares.”
I lift her up. She wraps her legs around me. I carry us to the white sofa against the wall. Slowly, I sit down, pulling her down with me.
Her thighs are spread open over mine. Lowering my head, I kiss her neck and jaw.
Soraya rolls her head back, allowing me more access. Her fingers nimbly unbutton my shirt.
My hand eases into her thick dark hair. I pull the strands, making her arch her back. Her dark-brown nipples pucker before my lips. My tongue traces it, and then I suck the nipple into my mouth.
Soraya’s body bucks on my lap. “Oh God, yes. Please, Ares.” Her fingers go into my hair, gripping me to her chest. She rocks her hips over my legs.
I press my erection hard into her center. God, she is wet for me. I need to taste her.
“Take the panties off and sit on my face,” I demand.
She blinks in shock. “Ares, we don’t need to.”
“It’s a command, Soraya.”
She moves down my leg, then stands and pulls her underwear down, kicking it to the side.
In anticipation, I lick my lips and lean my head back onto the sofa.
“I don’t think I can do that there.” She points to the wall behind the sofa.
“You can, I got you.”
I pull her to me as my pleasure climbs. Her legs rest on the big pillows on either side of my head.
She looks down and smiles. Her smile drops into awe when my hand cups her ass, and I eat her pussy.
Soraya presses a hand against the wall, and the other grips the top of my hair. My eyes stay on her, as I suck on her clit.
“Fuck, Ares. I love you,” she cries.
I can see her stomach flutter and tighten. She rocks her pussy onto my face.
I moan, enjoying how wet she’s making my face. “My fucking wife.”
Her breath hitches. “My fucking husband. Yes, tongue fuck me just like that. Oh, God.”
The need to devour her consumes me. Her juices trickle out of her and down into my mouth. I move my hand down my body to my pants to free my erection.
Her grip tightens in my hair, and she rocks her hips faster. Her eyes stay on mine. “Yes, fuck, baby. Just like that.”
My fingers dig deeper into her ass.
She leans forward, her forehead pressing onto the dark wood panel on the wall.
“Fuck. I'm going to cum.” Both her hands are now on top of my head, pulling at the strands of my hair. She grunts. “Right there, baby, right there.” She screams and throws her body back.
I hold her as she trembles over my face. When she stops shaking, I bring her down. Her hands hold on to my shoulders, and she eases down onto my lap.
“Your face is wet,” she whispers.
“It’s the best taste in the world,” I mutter.
SORAYA
“It is?” I lean forward and kiss the side of his cheek and smile. “You’re right. I taste delicious.”
His cock thickens under me. I lift myself up onto my knees, then hold his cock as I sink myself down slowly.
Ares’ eyes roll to the back of his head. “Fuck, wife.”
Holding his face, I brush my brush against his. With a moan, I kiss him. My hips lift and fall, creating a new rhythm.
Ares holds my ass and pounds into me. I break the kiss and stare into his eyes.
“I love you, baby.”
His neck bobs as he swallows. “Fuck, you’re making me want to come.”
I slam myself down to meet his pounding, holding his jaw taut. “Say it. Say you love me too.”
Ares stops and holds on to my back and waist. “I love you, Soraya…with my everything.”
Something changes in that moment, and I feel the need to give him everything I have. I rock my hips in a circle. Ares groans.
“Come for me, Ares. Show me how much you love me.”
He grips my waist and slams into me hard. “I fucking love you.”
My pussy flutters as if I’m going to again. I whisper against his lips, “Say it again.”
His body trembles. “I fucking love you. I’m about to come.”
I hold his face between my hands; our eyes never leave each other.
“Cum with me, Soraya,” Ares’ words are strained.
My breast rubs against his chest. The thunderclaps in the back, and my orgasm comes crashing down.
I groan, digging my nails into his neck and chest. Ares keeps thrusting inside me.
The front door opens, and I dip my head down. “Ares.”
Deimos’ voice echoes through the halls. “Phobos, you told me you would get it.”
“The fuck? I didn’t know you would need that shit today,” Phobos replies.
Ares’ voice bellows, “Don’t fucking pass that threshold. Turn the fuck around, and let me fuck my wife in peace.”
I groan in shame. “Ares.”
“Sorry, Father. Hey, Soraya,” Deimos says.
“Out!” Ares groans.
I do not hear them retreating, but I know they are not here anymore.
“Where do you want my cum, Soraya?” he asks like his sons didn’t just interrupt us.
I kiss him. “Inside me.”
“Fuck! I love you so much,” Ares groans, his head dipping into my neck as his body racks with an orgasm.
I kiss his head softly. “I love you, too, baby.”