Ares
Twenty One
Within seconds I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her along with me towards my room.
She resisted—obviously—so I picked her up.
Watching her body bounce slightly. “Oh, this must work like a charm huh? Manhandling women in your spare time.”
I licked my lips, eyeing her from head to toe. I always denied it. Her beauty, the attraction I felt towards her. Her physique.
Never allowing those thoughts to consume my mind but as she lay on my bed—looking at me with those eyes.
I couldn’t resist or deny it any longer. “It makes them wetter than a water slide.” I scoffed, wrapping my hand around her throat as I pushed her backward.
“Well, I’m drier than a saltine cracker.” I laughed softly, nudging my knee between her thighs.
“Yeah?” I scoffed, pressing my thumb and middle finger against her pulse points with more pressure. She held onto my forearm, digging her nails into the skin. “Show me.”
“What?” She breathed softly, her chest heaving.
“Take off your underwear, spread your legs wide open, and show me how dry you are.”
She blinked slowly but obliged, hooking her fingers into the band of her underwear as I watched her slide it down her smooth legs.
I removed my hand from her throat, took a step back, and folded my arms across my chest.
“You’re a sick fuck.” She glared at me, placing the lace thong next to her.
“Yet you’re still obliging.”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s what I intend to do,” I said. “Now spread yourself open for me. Go on.”
I could hear her soft panting as she hiked her dress up and slowly parted her thighs.
Even from this distance I could see her pussy glistening. “Do we perhaps have the same definition of the word dry?” I asked sarcastically.
Stepping closer before slipping a finger against her clit.
She hissed, trying to close her legs but I pried them apart. “I truly despise you.”
She scoffed, still fighting me. Even in this position.
“That’s rich coming from the woman who’s dripping all over my fingers.” I looked down at her. “Do you want this?”
I asked, slipping my finger close to the entrance of her pussy.
“Yes,” She choked, grabbing my wrist. “No.” Her clashing answers made me chuckle and I removed my finger from her clit, taking a step back.
“So which is it? Yes or no?”
AMALA
Yes.
I was on all fours, gazing at our reflections in the mirror.
Ares ran his palm along the length of my back, his caress making me shiver in anticipation.
He grabbed the back of my neck and head with both hands, pressing my face into the mattress. “Your tattoo is pretty.” He murmured.
I asked for this.
Demanded we skip the foreplay and now my stomach was in knots and I found myself in a compromising position.
Blood pounded in my ears, my body burning.
Perhaps it was the after effects of the alcohol, maybe it was lust or maybe it was everything combined into one.
Causing my skin to burn hotter than lava.
That’s when I felt it.
The tip of his length lingered at my entrance before he slowly pushed forward.
Tears welled in my eyes and I felt relieved at the fact that he couldn’t see my facial expression.
I didn’t tell him that I’d never done this before but the man was bound to figure it out in a few seconds.
The pain seared through me as I whimpered loudly, but the sounds leaving my lips were muffled by the pillow.
Ares groaned, filling me halfway. “Shit, you’re tight.” He inched in slowly, providing me with a little bit more until the fullness had me clawing at the sheets.
My entire body burned, hot sticky heat dripping through my bloodstream.
Then he pulled out and his movements came to a complete halt. I gripped the sheets tightly, breathing through my nose. “Amala.” He said huskily.
I didn’t respond, didn’t make a sound.
He bunched my hair into a ponytail, pulling my head up until our bodies were flush against each other.
“Don’t tell me you’re a fucking virgin.” He whispered into my ear. I gulped softly, the tears streaming down my cheeks.
“I’m not.” I lied.
He gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at us in the mirror. “Christ, Amala.” He sighed, wiping my tears away.
“Don’t do that.” I released a soft breath. “Don’t go easy on me now, Valiente.”
“You want me to fuck you rough? Is that it?” He murmured, moving my head sideways.
I nodded, holding onto his arms. “No.” He deadpanned. “Get on your back.”
I furrowed my brows, wanting to look at him but he quickly pushed my head to the front so we were looking at each other in the mirror. “Hurry.”
The look in his eyes resembled one of a deranged man, a man holding on by a loose thread. I obliged, wincing when I moved to switch positions.
He spread my legs slowly, placing both of his palms on either side of my head. “Just so you know, I’m not going to be rough with you. I shouldn’t even be fucking you at all but your blood is covering my cock right now and I want you to know what that means.”
He slowly pushed back inside of me, and it still hurt badly.
He kissed me in my neck, whispering sweet nothings. “What does it mean?” I moaned softly, digging my nails into his back.
“It means,” He pulled out, only to slowly enter me again making me whimper as he panted in my ear. “That you now belong to me.”
He stilled, resting his forehead on mine.
“Why didn’t you fucking tell me?” He whispered, slowly rolling his hips. Torturously slow.
The tears streamed down the sides of my face as I gaped at him, scratching along his back muscles—earning me a sharp intake of breath from him.
“Did you think—” I couldn’t finish my sentence.
“What?” He hissed, moving slowly. “Did I think what?” His breath fanned my cheeks.
“That I was a whore?” He froze, his broad, firm chest pressed against mine.
“The urge to fuck you senseless right now is overwhelming, especially after that bullshit you just spat.”
He groaned. “God. You frustrate me. You drive me mad.”
“Why?” I tossed my head back, feeling the pain spread through me like wildfire.
“I shouldn’t have been your first, Amala. What have you done?”
He still hadn’t moved and I clung to him, desperate for him to manhandle me.
He was being too gentle for my liking and I hated every second of it because that implied that he cared.
Ares Valiente didn’t care about anything or anyone other than himself.
“I didn’t do anything.” I closed my eyes, trying hard to steady my breathing. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?” I asked, my voice barely recognisable—sounding strained.
He only looked down at me, his gaze soft compared to his usual fiery glances. “Like you’ve fucked all of the other women you’ve been with, Ares?” His eyes darkened the second the question left my mouth.
He held my left leg up, caressing my thigh with his thumb. “Trust me.”
He lowered his face. “If it weren’t your first time.”
He got onto his knees and I gasped when I felt him go even deeper as he wrapped both hands around my throat. “I would’ve been drilling you into this fucking mattress.”
“Have you suddenly grown a conscience? Suddenly developed empathy?”
I held onto his forearms. My legs trembled and my breathing quickened.
He slowly withdrew before easing back into me. The tears didn’t stop. “Shit.” I furrowed my eyebrows, holding back a moan.
“No.” He repeated the motion and I bit my lip. Hard. “But I’m not going to be responsible for tearing this pussy in half.”
I whimpered softly, digging my nails into his skin. “Don’t flatter yourself.” I managed to say. Though the words were a breathless murmur.
“Even when you’re in pain you’re still mouthy” He tossed his head back. “I knew you’d be soaked.”
He hissed. “And really, really fucking tight but not a damn virgin.” He angled his hips upward and I nearly lost my bearings. “And for the record, I never thought you were a whore but I’ll happily fuck you like one if you say that to me again.”
He kept his pace, slow and steady, the blood mixed with my arousal covered his lower belly.
“You—” I lost my train of thought when he circled his hips, his movements sensual.
“Moan for me.” I shook my head, swallowing hard. “Stubborn woman.” He withdrew completely, removing his hands from my throat.
I looked at him, blinking away what seemed like never-ending tears.
He ran a hand over his face, sighing heavily. “Fuck me.” He groaned before climbing off the bed. His large, naked body looked absolutely monstrous under the moonlight.
My breathing finally steadied and the tears had stopped, drying on the side of my face.
The sting between my legs nearly made me wince but I refused to show weakness of any kind.
I closed my legs, slowly. “I knew you wouldn’t last longer than five minutes.” I mocked bitterly.
His back still faced me and he clenched his fists.
The muscles in his back rippled and I could see him tensing.
The snake tattooed on his back seemed to mock me.
“Always baiting me.” He said calmly. “It won’t work though because you and I both know what would’ve happened if I kept going.”
“What would’ve happened?” I gripped the sheets tightly, staring at him with pure anger in my eyes.
He slowly turned to face me, glancing at me with fire in those chestnut coloured eyes. “I would’ve torn you in half Amala, that’s fucking what. You couldn’t stop crying and all I did was stick my dick inside of you.”
My chest heaved and I felt tempted to punch him in the fucking face. “I loathe you.” Did I feel rejected?
Perhaps.
“Is that why your blood is drying on my cock right now?”
He moved closer and grabbed a fistful of my hair. I hissed in response. “I’m not going to do this with you. So you can lay there all night and feel sorry for yourself but I refuse to fuck a virgin.”
“The deed is already done.”
“Because you weren’t honest with me.” He tightened his grip.
“I always knew you were a fucking liar.” He released me and scooped me up in his arms. “All you do is raise my blood pressure and cause me unnecessary stress.”
I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
He said as he carried me towards the bathroom. “Like what?” My voice sounded shaky.
“With that innocent look in your eyes.” He kicked the bathroom door open.
“Does it make you feel like a horrible person?” I mocked but he ignored the rhetorical question.
“Will you be able to stand?” I nodded as he set me down on wobbly legs, wanting nothing more than to have his hands far away from my body.
He ran a bath, throwing Epsom salts into the water.
We didn’t talk, the sound of water running was the only thing breaking the silence. “Feel if it’s okay.”
“What?” I snapped my head in his direction.
“The water. Feel if the temperature’s okay for you.” He said gruffly. He didn’t spare me a glance. I stepped forward, swirling my hand through the soapy water.
“It’s fine.” He didn’t warn me and once again, easily picked me up, before gently placing me in the bathtub. I winced, digging my nails into his shoulder blades.
He released a throaty groan that caused me to shiver. “The Epsom salt will alleviate the pain and I added eucalyptus liquid soap.” He turned around, slowly retreating. “Will you be okay?” He asked without looking in my direction.
He must’ve taken my silence as an answer and slammed the door shut.
Leaving me alone in his lavish bathroom. I sank deeper into the water, allowing the hot tears to stream down my face.