Chapter 44
Ares
“No Running”
By the time we crossed into Paris, the city looked like a painting. Lights stretched across the river. Bridges glowed gold. The Eiffel Tower cut through the night sky like something ancient and powerful, watching over everything.
I pulled into the building's underground garage and shut off the engine.
For a second, neither of us moved.
Long road.
Too many miles.
Too much time spent next to each other.
Yuna finally leaned her head back against the seat and exhaled.
“That really felt like a road trip.”
I chuckled under my breath.
“Yeah.”
I grabbed our bags, and we took the elevator upstairs.
When the penthouse doors opened, the whole place lit up automatically.
Floor-to-ceiling windows.
The entire skyline of Paris stretched out in front of us.
Yuna stepped inside slowly.
“Damn. This is nice.”
I dropped my duffel bag by the couch and stretched my shoulders.
“Make yourself at home.”
The drive had finally caught up with me.
I yawned and started stripping out of my clothes without ceremony.
Shirt first.
Then my shoes.
My pants dropped to the floor while I walked toward the hall, leaving me in nothing but my boxers.
Yuna was still standing near the entrance, looking around the place.
“There are three bathrooms,” I said casually. “I’ll be in one of them.”
I rubbed my eyes.
“Your trunk of clothes should be around here somewhere, too.”
As I walked past her, I muttered to myself, “I need a drink. And a real blunt.”
The main bathroom lights flicked on when I stepped inside.
First thing I did was take the piss I had been holding since halfway through Lyon.
The relief alone made the entire trip worth it.
While I stood there, I checked my phone.
Text from my mom.
Three actually.
Nothing important.
Just her asking if we made it safely.
I pulled out my burner phone.
One message.
Unknown number.
But I already knew who it was.
I opened it.
Delacroix Cathedral tomorrow at 11 pm.
I sighed quietly before I locked the phone and set it down.
We’d deal with that tomorrow.
Right now, I need a shower.
Twenty minutes later, I stepped out clean and refreshed.
Brushed my teeth.
Dried off.
Put on some oil so I wasn’t ashy.
Pulled on gray sweat shorts and my Gucci slides, no shirt, no jewelry.
When I walked back into the penthouse, Yuna wasn’t in the living room.
But I could hear water running somewhere down the hall.
I grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar and stepped onto the balcony.
The Paris air hit different.
Cool.
Alive.
I turned on some oldies through the outdoor speakers.
The Isley Brothers came on. Low and soothing.
From my duffel bag, I pulled out the jar and started rolling a blunt.
This was the first real one I’d had all day.
Whiskey in one hand.
Blunt in the other.
Paris in front of me.
For a few minutes, I just stood there smoking and letting the night settle.
The balcony door slid open behind me.
I turned slightly.
Yuna stepped out.
But she looked completely different.
Her hair fell softly around her shoulders, and she wore a black silk mini dress that barely held onto her body. The straps hung loose off her shoulders like they didn’t even care about staying in place.
Classic black Louboutin stilettos.
And around her neck…
The diamond necklace from Lyon.
The one I bought her.
My eyes moved slowly down her body.
Heat hit my chest instantly, but I kept my expression calm.
She walked closer with a little smirk.
“How do I look?” she asked.
I took a slow sip of my drink. “Like my latest problem.”
She laughed softly.
“Good.” She tugged lightly at the dress.
“I don’t even like this dress, though.”
I leaned back against the railing. “Oh, yeah?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she slid the straps fully off her shoulders.
The silk fell slowly down her body.
She stepped out of it completely and tossed it right over the balcony railing.
Gone.
Just like that.
Now she stood there completely naked.
Except for the diamonds around her neck and her high ass heels.
The city lights behind her made the necklace sparkle against her skin.
She looked at me, seductive in a way I only saw in Vegas.
“You wanted me naked in this diamond necklace, right?”
I swallowed. I honestly didn’t think she would do it.
I watched her body slowly, deliberately, before I met her eyes.
The tension between us snapped tight.
The way she stood there, like she wasn’t nervous at all. Like she hadn’t just thrown her dress off a balcony two seconds ago.
“You always listen this good?”
“Only when I want to.”
I set the glass down and stepped closer.
One step… and another.
The old school music rolled through the speakers, smooth and low.
When I finally reached her, my hand slid down her ass.
Warm skin.
Soft.
Just what I needed after not getting pussy for two months.
“Look at you,” I muttered.
She tried to keep that cocky expression she’d been wearing all night, but the second I kissed her neck, her breath caught just a little.
“Relax,” I said quietly near her ear.
“I got you.”
She let out a slow breath.
“You talk real confident.”
“I don’t say things I’m not sure about.”
My hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her closer.
“You still sure about this?” I asked.
She looked up at me.
Her eyes were clear.
No haze.
No running.
Just her.
“Are you?” she asked.
Instead of answering, I picked her up and set her down on the balcony bench. I was hungry for her, but I took my time.
Slow.
No rush.
Her hands slid down the top of my head as I ate her pussy. She moaned softly as I tongue-kissed her pussy. The tension that had been building since Monaco finally snapped.
The road trip.
The way she kept looking at me like she was trying to figure me out.
All of it led here.
I pulled back, rubbing her clit, just enough to look at her again.
“You feel that?”
She nodded.
“That’s you,” I told her. “Now, no running.”
My thumb brushed her inner thigh.
“You right here with me.”
“You see why I don’t trust people,” she murmured.
“I know. But you’re still here.”
“Yeah.”
I was in a daze as she massaged her pussy on my lips. I ate her pussy through two songs, now my dick was throbbing, hard, ready to be released from my boxers. I came up for air and stood up.
“You are clear-headed right now. I want you feeling all of this,” I told her as I slid down my boxers and shorts.
“Just make it worth it,” she said as I pushed her legs up.
“Oh, you know I'm worth it.”
I hovered over her.
She was dripping wet, so I slid inside her easily but slowly. No condom, nothing interrupting me from feeling all of her. I knew she was clean because my doctors made sure to check her, and I was freshly checked and clean too.
I always was.
She moaned from the feeling of me sliding in and had chill bumps already.
Once I started rubbing her clit, her moans got louder. I was giving deep strokes as I gently played with her pearl. She tried to move my hand… bad move.
“Mmm, don’t try to move my hand. I wanna see you squirt.” I chuckled and moved her hand.
“Oh my goodness, I can’t. I’ve never done it before,” she whined.
“Tu sens ca?” You feel that? I uttered, hitting a spot in her that she had never felt before. I started moving my finger up and down as I hit her newfound G-spot.
“Yes, oh my God. ?a fait tellement de bien,” she moaned. This feels so good.
“Well, cum for me. Let it out,” I uttered in her ear so seductively, and she did what I wanted. She released all over me.
“Mm, that’s what I like, ma belle.”
I put her in doggystyle, and she started squirting nonstop.
“You look good from back here.” I gripped her waist and picked up my pace.
I gave her my all and then came right inside of her.
We were tired, but our break didn’t last long.
I took her in the house and tossed her on the bed.
She laughed as I sucked her breasts. We explored each other’s bodies until we couldn’t anymore.
After that, I slept fourteen hours straight. I needed it all…