CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
ALEXANDRA JONES
IWATCH THE CLOCK TICK.
“We’re going to go pick up Aunt Coraline and come back. She isn’t doing well,” my mum says, her voice tinged with concern. She gathers a few things and slides the keys from the counter, while I sit at the table eating breakfast.
My heart feels heavy, and the knowledge that my parents have been keeping secrets from me lingers in the back of my mind.
“I’m speaking to you,” she urges, trying to get my attention.
I look up, meeting her gaze with a mixture of emotions. “Okay.”
“There’s money in the cupboard for food. We’ll be back soon.”
“I have a question.” I ask her, and she nods for me to continue. “What does Jesus say about lying?”
“Therefore, each of you must put off falsehood and speak truthfully to your neighbour, for we are all members of one body.” She answers me.
“And you wouldn’t lie to me.”
“I don’t see a need in lying.”
“Right.”
“What’s brought all this on Alex?” My mother asks softly, shoving the things into her bag.
“Nothing, I just- Catherine and I had an argument.” I try changing the subject, my mother’s eyes widen.
“What did you argue about?”
I have to lie.
“School,”
“I never really were fond of her, and I warned you that she isn’t a good friend.”
How tragic? Warning me?
I nod, trying to keep a neutral expression, but inside, there’s a whirlwind of emotions. My parents have always been the pillars of support in my life, and now I can’t help but question everything I thought I knew. I watch as the door slams closed, and I push the cereal away from me. I slide off the stool of the kitchen and grab my bag before heading out, I make my way towards the tattoo shop-tying my hair into a bun.
Catching a bus that stopped right in front of it, I cross the road and head inside. Aliza doesn’t even ask me anymore as I make my way towards the hallway, I reach his door and push it open.
“Hey, I was thinking we could-” I start to say, but my words catch in my throat as I notice three other guys in the same room as Ares. All of them have the same striking green eyes, though their features differ slightly.
“Angel, these are my brothers,” Ares stands up and introduces them, “this is-”
One of the boys’ steps forward, taking my hand in his and pressing his lips against it, “Enchanté, the name is Atlas—the hottest one out of the bunch and the youngest.” His playful demeanour makes me chuckle, but Ares pulls him back, slightly embarrassed.
“Adrian, the oldest,” another brother introduces himself, and I shake his hand while my eyes wander across the room.
“Hang on... I know you,” I whisper, pointing at one of the brothers.
“See, guys? I told you my beautiful face would bring back her memories,” he jokes, shrugging his shoulders. “Yes, it’s me-”
“What do you mean?” Ares asks, confused.
“He was at the club... the night-” My voice trails off, and the realisation hits me. “Adonis, right?” I point at the man.
Ares shoots Adonis a glare, and he chuckles awkwardly. “I mean, it was my club.”
“You were flirting with Catherine, that’s how I know you,” I say, the memory coming back to me.
“Alright now, that’s us leaving.” Adonis grabs onto Atlas’ arm and rushes out of the room, Adrian stands up and stops next to me before he leaves.
“It’s good to see you again Alex.” He offers me a heart-warming smile, as he leaves the room.
Again. That was my first time meeting them but not theirs meeting me. How weird how life works.
Ares approaches me, his presence towering over me, and his arms encircle my waist. I tilt my head back slightly, feeling his lips hovering just above mine. “What’s on today’s agenda?” I ask him softly.
“What did you have in mind?” He replies with a playful tone.
I take a step back, my heart racing with anticipation, and raise my shirt, revealing the red lace bra underneath.
His eyes slightly widen, and a low, seductive chuckle escapes his lips. “Well... a bit of fun,” I whisper.
Without another word, Ares leans in, capturing my lips with his in a passionate kiss. The familiar taste and sensation send shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me. His hands gently explore my body, making me melt into his touch.
“We’re leaving.” He speaks.
“Where are we going?” He grabs his keys and then throws me over his shoulder, I release a squeal. “Ares!”
“I’ll show you fun Alexandra.”
I would be lying if I didn’t say his house was absolutely gorgeous, I close the door and glance up at the building.
It stood alone, no houses beside it.
Ares’ house was a stunning sight to behold, standing tall and majestic on its own, surrounded by a tranquil and spacious landscape. The two-story building had a contemporary design, with sleek black lined glass windows that perfectly contrasted with the dark brown roof.
As we stepped inside, the modern elegance continued to impress. The spacious living room on the right greeted us with its welcoming ambiance. The dark oak floors added a touch of warmth to the room, and a round coffee table with two white chairs and a cosy dark-coloured couch formed a comfortable sitting area. On the left side, the kitchen caught my eye with its sophisticated charm. The smooth marble countertops gleamed under the soft lighting, and the dark cupboards added a touch of mystery to the space. As I ran my fingers over the cool, polished surface, the black pendant lights suspended gracefully over the central island, their sleek design adding a touch of contemporary elegance.
The island itself was a focal point of the room, spacious enough to accommodate several people, perfect for social gatherings and culinary adventures.
“Wow…your house is…beautiful,” I admit the truth.
I always imagined Ares living in an apartment, small and in a nice area. Not a bloody mansion that is more expensive than words could describe, in the middle of nowhere-with no one around. Not a single house no car passes by the road. The only noises that echo from the open living room window were the birds, and the rustles of trees clashing against one another.
He settles his keys onto the kitchen counter with a grin, “actually…you designed it.”
My eyes widen in surprise, “I designed it? No wonder it looks so good.” He chuckles, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride knowing that my touch was on this incredible space. But yet again, how does he come back here every night? Knowing that the woman who designed this very house, forgot him. I’ll be honest, I praise Ares for being so strong. I couldn’t imagine the love of my life forgetting me, not even remembering me. It would have broken me. I would have given up on everything.
All because of one accident.
As he steps away, I hop up to sit on the counter, my feet swinging playfully above the ground. “I’ll be right back, help yourself to anything in the fridge,” he said with a warm smile.
Ares returns with a bottle of whiskey, and I sauntered off the counter, giving him a sultry look. He pauses on his steps, his eyes locking onto mine as I slowly began to unbutton my shirt. Each button coming undone sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. As my shirt drops onto the floor, revealing my red bra, I noticed his jaw tense, and I knew I had his undivided attention. His eyes hungrily traced the curves of my body, and I felt a rush of desire course through me.
With a teasing smile, I slipped my hands beneath the waistline of my skirt and sensually let it fall to the floor, leaving me in nothing but the red lingerie. I pick up the discarded skirt with my foot, playfully kicking it in his direction. “Alexandra…”
I took a step closer to him, the air between us charged with tension. My hands trailing over his chest, before bringing his ear closer to my mouth. “I want you; I need you and I want you to show me how it feels...”
I wanted to do this, I needed to do this.
I want Ares to do it with me.
I trust him.
“Alex…” he whispers, I kiss his lips softly. “Alex…we shouldn’t do this now.” I pull away, my brows furrowed in confusion.
“What?” I whisper back, I look over at him.
“You’re still a virgin in your eyes and I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything-”
I understood what he was trying to say. I take a deep breath, trying to process his words. My heart sinks as the realisation dawns on me. He’s right. I’ve been so caught up in the moment, in wanting to prove something to myself, to him, that I hadn’t fully considered his feelings. How he feels having sex with someone who thinks they are a virgin when they’re not.
“You...you don’t feel comfortable with this,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. The realisation hit me hard – I might have pushed him into a situation he wasn’t ready for, and the thought pierced my heart.
“Alex-”
“I pressured you, now that I think about it…coming into your workplace and telling you that-I think I should leave.” Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I moved to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the room. I grab my clothes from the floor, sliding them on my body as I walk into the hallway.
“Alex! You haven’t pressured anything onto me-” his voice trails after me, an urgency in his tone. He caught up with me, gently placing a hand on my arm to halt my hurried retreat.
I avoided his eyes, my gaze fixed on the floor.
“Ares…oh my god, I made you feel uncomfortable? I pressured you with the lingerie…”
I walk to the front of the door, hurrying to grab my shoes.
“I don’t feel uncomfortable, goddamit Alexandra!” he declares, and I hurriedly grab my shoes.
Sliding them on, I reach for the door, only for it to slam shut just as I was about to open it. His hands pressed against the door on either side of me, trapping me in a sudden, unexpected embrace. I could feel him pressed against me.
“Now, Alexandra, did you hear me say that I’m uncomfortable?” His lips brushed against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“No,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
“No?”
“No, Ares.” I reiterated.
“Did you hear me say that you pressured me?” He asks, his touch gentle as he moved strands of hair away from my face.
I cleared my throat, my heart pounding, and shook my head.
“Use your words, Alexandra,” he commands.
“No, Ares,” I stammered.
His finger trailed down the side of my face, and I couldn’t help the involuntary shiver that ran through me.
“Good girl angel, now take off your shoes.”
Ares’ presence was commanding, and his unexpected actions left me slightly breathless. I slowly slid off my shoes, trying to maintain composure as he watched with a scrutinizing gaze.
“Very well,” he said, his voice low and authoritative. “Now, come with me.”
He released the pressure on the door, allowing me to step out into the corridor. Ares walks ahead, leading the way down the dimly lit hallway. I followed, my heart still racing, unsure of what was unfolding. As we reach a door at the end of the corridor, he turned the handle and walks inside. The room was dimly lit, with a faint glow emanating from a bedside lamp. The air was thick with tension as he closed the door behind us.
“Sit,” he commanded, pointing to a plush chair by a small table. I complied, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and curiosity. Ares paced the room for a moment before stopping in front of me.
“I don’t appreciate assumptions,” he states, his eyes locking onto mine. He walks over to me, a subtle intensity in his eyes as he lifted my chin, forcing our eyes to lock. “There are many things I can show you, angel, teach you about your body. About what you used to like…what used to make you feel pleasured.”
“So then teach me,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, but the request hung in the air with a newfound boldness. His eyes remained locked onto mine, and a small, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips. “Show me.”
He walks over to the corner of the bedroom, where a moving tray contained a bottle of an expensive whiskey. He pours himself a drink and continues settling down onto the edge of the bed. “Take off your skirt.”
The room seemed to shrink, the intensity between us palpable.
My fingers trembled slightly as I complied, gently removing my shorts while keeping my eyes locked onto his. I settle it down onto the chair, standing up. Why am I nervous? I was ready earlier on.
“Remove your shirt,” he orders, leaning onto his elbow with a casual air, taking a sip from the glass. My fingers found their way beneath the hem of my shirt, and I slid it over my body, allowing it to join my discarded skirt.
Now, in only my lingerie, his eyes traced down my form, his gaze lingering on my every curve just like earlier on. He stood up, taking another sip, and I could sense the subtle shift in the room’s energy. His finger trailed the lining of my underwear as he circled me, the quiet tension between us heightening.
As he slips his finger behind my bra strap and pulled it, a sharp snapping sound echoed through the room. I gasp at the unexpected sting, my eyes widening.
The bra suddenly loosened, the strap falling down my shoulder, and my instinctive reaction was to grab onto it before it could fully fall.
“Move your hand, angel,” he commands, his voice firm.
I hesitated for a moment, a mix of embarrassment and anticipation flooding my senses. Slowly, I complied, releasing my grip on the bra, and allowing it to fall, leaving me exposed in front of him.
His presence loomed behind me, a tangible force that sent shivers down my spine. I felt his finger tracing down my spine, a delicate touch that contrasted with the boldness of the situation. His smirk deepened, and he took another sip of his nearly finished whiskey, the glass making a soft clinking sound against the surface.
His silence stretched, creating a tension-filled pause in the air. When he finally spoke, his words held a hint of amusement.
“Turn around for me.” Without a second thought, my body responded to his command. It was as if an automatic switch in my brain flipped, and I found myself turning to face him. The subtle friction between my thighs heightened the awareness of every movement.
I’m wet.
My nipples harden, and his eyes drag down my body.
He takes a seat on the chair, “pick up your bra.” I bend down, grabbing my bra from the ground. Is he playing around with me? I straightened up, clutching the bra in my hand, and met his gaze. “Go to the bed and spread your legs angel.”
The butterflies haven’t stopped. I complied, making my way to the bed, and settling down. A sense of vulnerability settled over me as I slowly spread my legs, my gaze locked onto his. His eyes remained fixed on me, a silent observer in the unfolding scene.
“Have you touched yourself?” He asks, swirling the whiskey around in his glass.
“Once...”
He smirks, “did you cum angel?”
“No.”
“I’ll teach you.” He puts the glass to the side, walks over to me as he pushes me further up the bed. “Take your underwear off for me.” Slowly, I obeyed, sliding my underwear down and off, leaving me exposed and vulnerable under his watchful eyes.
With his eyes on mine, he takes my hand and drags it down my stomach towards my cunt. He takes two of my fingers, and slowly begins to rub onto my clit. I release a soft gasp, but his eyes hasn’t left mine. His lips hover over mine, my eyes begin to slowly close as he continues to move my hand.
“Ares...” I whisper his name.
“Angel...” he whispers back, “keep rubbing onto yourself.” I do as he says, his lips press onto mine and I feel his tongue asking for entry. I open my mouth wider, and his tongue slips in and finds mine. “Now...” he takes my finger and drags it down from my clit. “Push your finger inside.” He whispers.
I release a gasp, as he pushes our fingers inside.
It was tight. The feeling.
“Slowly, in and out.” He orders me, sliding his finger out as he sucks onto it. “Fucking hell.” He murmurs out. “If you cum, I’ll let you taste.”
He pulls himself up from the bed, and just as I was about to stop- he shook his head at me.
“Don’t stop.”
And so, I continue, fingering myself as he drags the chair from the desk and settles it in front of my spread legs along with his drink. He takes a seat.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
I’m sweating.
“Ares...I-”
“Continue angel.” He speaks, sipping his whiskey as he leans back onto the seat. “I haven’t told you to cum yet.” My stomach was tightening. “Add another finger for me.”
I push in another.
“That’s it, good girl- spread your legs wider.” I wanted to squeeze them together, not spread them wider. I moan softly, my head touching the mattress covers as my back arches.
I need to cum.
It needs to happen.
“Faster angel.”
“I-ahhh-shit!” I look up, and there he was with his dick out of his pants- masturbating to me. I use my free hand to push down one of my legs which was beginning to shake.
“You don’t cum until I do.” He orders.
“I-I can’t!” I let out, tears falling down the side of my face. “Ares…” I moan, “please…” I beg him.
“Cum.” The words I never thought I could hear, I finally un-clench my stomach and moan as I remove my hand.
I didn’t even get a chance to breath before his lips were crashed onto mine. “You’re fucking amazing.” He whispers against my lips, kissing me passionately. His hand slides down my cunt, and I wrap my arm around his neck.
He brings two fingers to my face and smirks; he opens my mouth and pushes his fingers inside. I gag for a moment before he pulls it out, he grabs my face and presses his mouth on top of mine to taste me. Ares’ lips are warm and inviting, fitting perfectly against mine as if they were made for each other. I melt into the kiss, losing myself in the sensation of his touch.
His hand cups my cheek gently, his thumb grazing my skin with a feather-light touch that sends shivers down my spine. I respond eagerly, tangling my fingers in his hair as I deepen the kiss, desperate for more of him. Our bodies press closer together, the heat between us intensifying with each passing second. I can feel his heartbeat echoing mine, a rhythmic melody that fills the space between us with a sense of urgency and longing.
As I slide my hand under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, Ares breaks the kiss for a moment. With a flick of his wrist, his shirt is thrown to the side, revealing his sculpted chest bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window.
My breath catches in my throat at the sight, a primal desire coursing through me.
Without hesitation, I lift myself up from the bed, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Ares’ lips find mine once again, his kiss sending a surge of heat through my veins. His hands roam over my body, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touch.
As his lips trail down my neck, I arch my back in ecstasy, my senses overwhelmed by the sensation of his touch.
I know that this is where I belong, in his arms, lost in the depths of our desire.
A smirk plays on my lips, mirroring the desire gleaming in his eyes.
His lips descend upon my skin, trailing a path of fiery kisses along my collarbone and down to my breast. As his mouth envelops my nipple, I gasp at the electrifying sensation that courses through me. It”s a sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, sending waves of pleasure cascading through every inch of my body.
My fingers thread through his hair, urging him closer as he lavishes attention upon me.
Each flick of his tongue, each gentle nip of his teeth, sends me spiralling further into a whirlwind of ecstasy. I arch my back, offering myself up to him completely, lost in the heady rush of desire that consumes us both.
“Open your mouth.”
I tense at his commanding tone, my heart pounding in my chest as I obediently part my lips at his command. As he shoves my underwear inside, a shiver runs down my spine at the unexpected sensation, my body responding eagerly to his dominance.
“I want you to be silent,” he warns, his voice low and filled with urgency. I nod in silent agreement, my eyes locked on his as he spreads my legs further apart, his gaze smouldering with desire.
Again?
With a tantalisingly slow pace, he lowers his head between my thighs, his warm breath ghosting over my clit. And then, with a sudden surge of intensity, he descends upon me, his lips and tongue setting my body ablaze with pleasure.
I bite down on my lip to stifle any sounds that threaten to escape, my fingers gripping the sheets tightly as I surrender to the intoxicating sensation of his touch.
As his hands glide up my stomach, I can’t help but release muffled sounds of pleasure, my lips parted as I struggle to contain the rising tide of sensation. With each touch, each caress, the intensity of our connection deepens, sending sparks of electricity coursing through my veins.
His hands find their way to my breasts, his touch sending a surge of pleasure through me as he kneads and teases, igniting a fire within that threatens to consume us both. My back arches involuntarily, and I grab his hair-pushing him deeper into my cunt.
“Ah!” I managed to escape, I needed to cum.
As his finger pushes inside me, I can’t help but let out a gasp of pleasure, the sensation overwhelming my senses as he begins to thrust it in and out with an expert rhythm.
My body arches instinctively, seeking more of his touch, more of the electrifying pleasure that only he can provide. With each thrust, each movement, I feel myself spiralling closer and closer to the edge, my breath coming in ragged gasps as ecstasy washes over me in relentless waves.
But I couldn’t handle it anymore, and my legs were closing around his head.
As the pleasure builds and pulses through every fibre of my being, I feel my body tensing, my muscles coiling tight as ecstasy courses through me like a torrential wave. With a primal cry of release, I succumb to the overwhelming sensation, my body shuddering with the intensity of my climax. His hands tighten around my thighs, holding me close as I ride the wave of pleasure, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I surrender to the ecstasy that consumes me.
As the aftershocks of pleasure slowly subside, leaving me breathless and trembling, he leans in to kiss me deeply after taking out my underwear, his lips claiming mine with a hunger that matches my own.
In a swift motion, he reaches for the handle for the draw on the bedside table, his fingers deftly extracting a strip of condoms. I watch as he slides of his boxers, revealing his hardened cock. I grab onto it and kiss him; he groans against my mouth as I slowly rub onto it.
With practiced ease, he tears one open, the sound echoing in the room as he discards the packaging without a second thought.
With a sense of urgency, he quickly sheaths himself with the condom, his movements fuelled by a raw desire that mirrors my own. As he positions himself above me, our eyes lock in a silent yet passionate exchange, each of us silently acknowledging the intensity of the moment.
“This might hurt angel; it’s been a while…”
With a gentle yet determined touch, he begins to push inside me, his movements slow and deliberate as he guides himself deeper. The initial sting of penetration sends a jolt of discomfort through my body, but I cling to him, drawing strength from the warmth of his embrace.
“Ow!” I release.
“Are you okay?” He whispers, his voice filled with concern as he pauses, giving me a moment to adjust to the sensation.
I take a deep breath, willing myself to relax as I nod in response. Despite the discomfort, there is a sense of rightness in being joined with him, a feeling of completeness that transcends the physical pain.
“Keep going,” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper, a silent plea for him to continue. And so, he does, his movements slow and measured at first, as if he is savouring the moment as much as I am. This hurt. But the way he kisses my lips, the way he comforts me...
With each thrust, the discomfort begins to ebb, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure that builds with each passing moment.
“Oh, fuck Alex.”
He groans, thrusting into me. I gasp with pleasure, beginning to feel it. He looked beautiful, the way he grabs onto the headboard-his abdomen tensing.
“Fuck you’re so tight.”
As he continues to move inside me, the pleasure intensifies, wrapping around us like a warm embrace. I arch my back, meeting his every thrust with a gasp of pleasure, my body responding eagerly to his touch. With each movement, the tension in my muscles melts away, replaced by a delicious wave of sensation that washes over me in relentless waves.
I clutch onto him, my nails digging into his skin as I lose myself in the rhythm of our lovemaking. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, a symphony of passion that echoes in the air.
As he drives deeper into me, I feel myself teetering on the edge of release, the pleasure building to a crescendo that threatens to engulf us both. I tighten around him; we were both sweating-our bodies moving together. His lips find mine, and he kisses with this urgency. I could feel him wanting to release.
“Ares-I need to...”
“Cum.” He whispers, “go on angel.”
With his words spurring me on, I surrender to the overwhelming wave of pleasure that crashes over me, my body convulsing as I reach the peak of ecstasy. I cry out his name, my voice echoing in the room as I succumb to the intense pleasure coursing through me.
His hands press over my mouth.
Feeling my release, Ares’ movements become even more frantic, his thrusts growing more urgent as he drives himself closer and closer to the edge. “Ares…”
With a final, guttural groan, he finds his release, his body trembling with the force of his climax.
He slides the condom off and chucks it onto the floor before crawling on top of me, he brushes his thumb over my lips. He kisses my open mouth, and I close it around his.
He settles down beside me, and I rest my head onto his bicep whilst my fingers trail the tattoos on his neck.
“I love you.” I whisper, my hands resting on his cheek.
My heart finally felt at peace.
“I love you.”