Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
OPHELIA
After I crawl out of Ares’s bed for the third time this week, we shower and head downstairs for breakfast. I slept less than five hours because of all the fucking we did last night. We probably kept his brothers awake with how hard his headboard banged against the wall.
My gait is slightly off from Ares and his monster cock. I’m so sore I can still feel every inch of him.
“Look at you, Little Dragon.” He squeezes my ass as we walk toward the dining room. “Limping from taking so much dick. Do you need me to kiss you all better?”
“You did enough of that last night.”
Ares eats pussy like he’s going to starve to death. Even after he comes inside me, he wants to do it again. It’s like some kinky obsession of his. He says I’m his woman, and he can’t get enough of my pussy.
We hold hands until we get closer to the dining room, and then we have to hide our dirty secret. Our parents would have a stroke if they knew what we were doing behind closed doors.
Athena screeches when she sees her oldest son’s face, which worsens by the day, the bruises darkening. “Ares, do you need a doctor? Your face looks horrible.”
“I’m alright, Ma.” He slides my chair out from the table, gesturing for me to sit. “It looks worse than it feels. Just a few scrapes.”
“A few scrapes?” Athena’s nose scrunches, and she tightens her grip on the cloth napkin. “How will I explain to my friends why my son looks like someone mugged him?”
“Just say that.” Ares sits beside me at the table. “Maybe a few of your MILF friends will feel bad for me.” He waggles his eyebrows, a mischievous smile tugging at his mouth. “I hear it’s good luck to fuck the best man at the wedding.”
I glance at Ares, but he’s staring across the table at his mother.
“Language,” Athena says in a firm tone. “I won’t have you speaking this way at my wedding.”
“I got the perfect best man speech planned.” Ares winks. “You’ll love it, Ma. Promise. No cursing or dick jokes.”
“Ares,” she groans. “Not at my table, please.”
He gives her one of his charming smiles, enough to light up her face. There’s no denying Athena loves her sons, and they worship her in return. Her gaze flicks between the three of them before landing on me.
I force a smile.
So does she.
Something has changed with Athena since my mother’s passing. There’s a darkness that crosses over her face whenever our eyes meet. It’s like she’s hiding something she doesn’t want me to see.
“I was joking.” Ares places his hand on my knee and whispers, “This best man is only interested in fucking the maid of honor at the wedding.”
I nearly choke on my eggs.
He pats my back, his hand moving in circles. “Don’t die on me, Little Dragon. You’re only allowed to choke on my dick.”
I laugh, my cheeks flushed. “Stop it.”
“C’mon, baby,” he whispers. “I know you love my dick. Tonight, I want to introduce him to your pretty mouth again.”
I know what we’re doing is wrong. And I can’t find a single fuck to care. Ares will be family in a few days, and then what happens?
Will he still want me?
“I’m heading to the gym to train,” he tells me. “Feel like taking a drive with me?”
“Sure.” I set my fork on the plate and nod. “But what about your face?” Studying his cuts and bruises, I sigh. “If you rip the stitches open, you’ll need a doctor. You should take it easy today.”
“Don’t lecture me, woman. I’m not staying home and curling up in a ball. If I want to win the next fight, I gotta hit the gym.”
“You’re reckless.” I shake my head. “But it’s your body.”
He leans down and whispers, “You love my body.” His tongue grazes my ear. “If I can fuck you good when I feel like shit, imagine what I’ll do to you when I heal.”
My thighs clench at the promise of more.
“If you’re worried about me, I’ll keep it light today.” He stares into my eyes like he’s seconds from throwing me on the table and having his way with me in front of our parents. “And if you’re a good girl, I’ll fuck you in my favorite place in the world.”
“And where is that?”
He slides his arm behind my back. “You’ll see. But only if you come with me.”
I’m curious, so why not? It’s not like I have a packed schedule today. Most days are open unless I have to meet with someone who doesn’t keep sex club hours.
“I have to talk to my dad about club business first. But after that, I’m all yours.”
He squeezes my thigh. “Come find me when you’re ready.”