Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
OPHELIA
In the middle of the night, I wake up to the bed shifting beneath me. It’s dark inside the room, the blackout curtains closed to block out the moonlight.
But I can feel him move.
Feel him breathing on my neck.
I know without looking that Ares is in bed behind me, trailing his long fingers up my right side. His hand cups my ass over my shorts, exploring my body as if he owns me.
“Get your hand off my ass, Ares.” I elbow him in the chest, but his hand stays on my body. “After what you said about me to your brothers, you don’t get to touch me.”
His words from earlier still linger in my mind. I have been called fat more times than I can count. I’ve felt used and not good enough. And I don’t need him to tell me that.
“What did I say?” Ares growls in my ear, a low rumble that sends a shiver down my arms.
I bite my lip and play dead, hoping he will leave my room if I don’t respond. But that doesn’t work with Ares.
He shakes my arm. “What did I say?”
This time, his voice is deeper and more demanding.
“You said I have a fat ass,” I mutter, embarrassed to say it aloud.
He grabs another handful and groans in my ear, pushing his hard length between my cheeks. “Learn how to take a compliment, baby.”
I laugh at his ridiculous suggestion and roll onto my back to look at him. “A compliment? Do you think a woman like me wants to be called fat by a man like you?”
“A man like me?” Ares snickers. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m not good enough for the Princess of the Night.”
His nickname is a play on what people call my father.
“Are you kidding me?” I shove a hand at his chest since he’s hanging over me, pressing his hard body against mine.
“Look at you. I don’t call you a Greek god because of your name.
Men like you don’t look at women like me.
” I peel his fingers off my arm. “You don’t want me, Ares. You only want to control me.”
“That’s not true.” He plants a kiss below my ear, his fingers inching up my stomach. “From the moment you pointed a gun at me, I wanted to tackle you to the floor and fuck you senseless.” His fingers brush over the front of my shorts, right over my sex. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
Sexy?
No man has ever said that about me. Most of the guys I dated were average-looking at best and didn’t have rock-hard bodies like Ares.
I dated down so I wouldn’t look way out of their league.
But if I were to stand beside Ares, with his ripped abs and gorgeous face, I would look like a pity fuck.
Like he was only with me because of something I could offer him.
My family’s money.
Our empire.
After his father’s downfall at my dad's hands, he could be after all of it. There’s no logical reason three grown men have to live with us. Between the three of them, they own The Apollo Group, Akropolis, and The River Styx. I doubt they’re hurting for money.
His hand moves between my thighs, which I clench to keep him from advancing. “Do you know how much power you hold right here?” Ares nibbles on my neck, his teeth grazing my hot flesh. “I would do anything you want for a taste.”
I turn my head to the side and snort. “You only want me because I’m forbidden.”
“Open up for me, Little Dragon.” He licks my neck, his breath pebbling my skin with tiny bumps. “Let me feel how wet I make you.”
I’m uncomfortable with my body and hate giving him any power over me. But Ares doesn’t seem to be disgusted with me.
He’s genuinely interested.
As his long fingers brush the insides of my thighs, I wonder if I shaved my legs and if he can feel my cellulite. I’ve never let a man have sex with me with the lights on. Never let anyone touch me without my shirt or a sheet covering some part of me.
At least it’s dark.
That’s my saving grace.
But he can feel me.
And all my curves.
Ugh.
“Fuck off,” I say, even though I want him more than oxygen. “Get out of my room and go back to yours.”
I press my palms to his solid chest, feeling every ridge of his muscles, and push hard. But he’s built like an athlete, and I can’t move my legs with him pinning me to the mattress.
“Stop torturing me, Ares.”
I reach for my gun on the nightstand, and with some success, my fingers grip the barrel. Unfortunately, he’s quicker than me and wraps his fingers around my wrist. The gun shakes free and is now in his hand.
“What were you planning to do with this?” Ares sits back, using his muscular legs to keep me in place. His other hand pins me as he aims his massive cock at my thigh. “Answer me.”
I attempt to smack him, and he clutches my wrist. “You have no right to be in my room without my permission.”
“You know what I think?” Using the gun barrel, he slides my shorts and panties to the side, exposing my wet pussy to the cold air. “You wanted me to get off earlier.”
“You’re insane,” I whimper as he drags the cold metal up my slit. “Other women might treat you like a god, but I want nothing from you.”
What a lie!
I want him to make me come without touching my least favorite parts. And I want to hear him say I’m sexy again and claim me as if I belong to him.
“The mouth on you, Little Dragon.” The gun breaches my wet folds. “I’d like to see how your mouth looks when it’s full of my cock.”
His dick is so big I shudder at having him inside me. He was right when he said I would have to stretch myself out. After he sucked my nipple into his mouth, he was hard for me. Having sex with Ares would feel like he was impaling me with a baseball bat.
“Don’t act like you haven’t thought about sucking me off.” He keeps rubbing me with the cold metal, and I’m so horny that I move my hips to create more friction. He pushes his finger into my mouth. “Suck it.”
“I hate you,” I moan, so close to finding a release.
He shakes his head, sliding his finger across my lips.
“No, you don’t.” His finger breaches my mouth, and when he slides it in, I don’t fight him, sucking him the way I would his dick.
He glances down and watches what he’s doing to me, seeing my wetness build with each thrust of my hips.
“You’re a dirty little bitch, aren’t you? ”
My eyes widen at his words.
“Shhh,” he says before he pulls the barrel away, leaving me humping his dick through his sweats. “It’s not an insult. I’m going to have to teach you how to take compliments.”
Compliments?
I’m so wet I can hear what he’s doing to me, smell my arousal clinging to the air like perfume. Despite the insanity of what we’re doing, I’ve never felt more desired.
He pulls his finger back so I can breathe again, and my moan fills the room. Ares places his hand on my breast and squeezes. “I love your breasts. They’re fucking perfect. Have you ever let a man fuck these?”
I shake my head, unable to form words or thoughts after he got me so close to coming and stopped.
“I want to fill all your holes,” he says with hunger in his eyes. “There’s not a single place on your body I don’t want to violate.”
It sounds crazy, but I want him to do that—anything to feel how he’s making me feel right now. In high school, I always wondered what it would be like to date a guy like Ares. Popular, hot, and filthy rich.
He inches down my body, gripping my hips so his fingers burrow into my thick skin. I don’t like men touching my love handles. It makes me feel gross. But the way Ares claims me ignites my skin with flames.
“Mmm.” He bends down to lick the skin right below my belly button, putting him in the last place I want him to feel with any part of his body, let alone his mouth.
“You smell so sweet.” His tongue inches lower until he’s sucking on my clit, and I fist his hair between my fingers, begging him for more. “Do you like how I lick your pussy?”
That comment snaps me back to reality, and I shove his face away.
Another lick as he grips the backs of my thighs. “When your pussy’s forbidden, it will taste even sweeter.”
I can’t believe I’m letting him do this. The oxygen finally returns to my brain, and I can think clearly. I’ve come to my senses about Ares. He’s not a good man and probably wants to hurt me.
Use me.
So I inch up the bed toward the headboard, out of his grasp.
“Where are you going, Little Dragon?” Ares pounces on me like a lion attacking its prey. “I’m not done with you.”
I yank the sheet over my body, needing to hide from him. “Well, I’m done with you.” I lift the Glock from the bed and point it at his forehead. “You have three seconds to leave my bedroom before I shoot.”
Ares laughs. “C’mon, baby. I know you want to come.” He yanks the sheet away from my body. “Let me finish eating your pussy.”
“What’s in this for you?” I keep the gun raised to create distance between us. “Are you going to run back to your brothers and laugh about how you fucked the fat girl?”
“Fuck, no,” he says without hesitation. “And you’re not fat. I like your body.”
I have difficulty believing anyone who looks like Ares could be interested in me. It was stupid of me to let him touch me. Kiss me down there. I’ve never allowed a man to do that before for obvious reasons.
“You want something, Ares. And when I figure out what, you’re a dead man.” I press the barrel to his forehead. “Get out of my room.”
With a groan, he slides off the bed. “You’re fucking crazy, Little Dragon. My kind of crazy.” He opens the door, allowing light from the hallway into the room so I can get a better look at his face. “We’re not done. Not even close.”