16. Capri
C apri~
Whether Ares was telling the truth about my father or not, that was irrelevant.
No matter what, I was not a gold-digger.
When I had agreed to marry Ares, it’d been to save my grandfather’s legacy; it hadn’t been for money.
It hadn’t been for money, for the status that came with being his wife, or to give him a baby, despite the gamble that I’d taken all week long.
“I didn’t marry you for money,” I spat, fury making it hard to speak. “I married you to keep you from dismantling Martha Holdings.”
“Keep telling yourself that, baby,” he flung back, the burning imprint of my hand staining his cheek. “But it doesn’t hurt that your sacrifice comes with a very healthy paycheck. Not to mention that it also got you a billionaire status.”
Refusing to let him throw that in my face, I said, “I’ve already told you that I don’t want your damn money. I’d rather starve than take one fucking cent from you.”
“That’s hardly noble coming from someone that has enough money of her own to make that kind of statement,” he practically sneered. “Do not fucking test me, Capri.”
“Or what?” I challenged, angry enough not to care about the consequences.
“Or I’ll show you exactly what you signed up for when you agreed to marry me,” he threatened.
“Because you think I don’t know,” I shot back. “You act like your reputation doesn’t precede you, Ares.”
“That slap suggests otherwise,” he countered before he grabbed my chin in his fingers. “And let’s be clear about that, Capri. You will never strike me again.” To emphasize his point, he squeezed my chin harder, but I refused to flinch. “I don’t give a fuck the reason for your emotions, either.”
I could feel the heat of anger licking every inch of my skin.
All my life, I’d been doing nothing but proving myself in a world where men still ruled, and I was not about to let Ares Cormac talk to me like I was beneath him.
As he liked to continuously point out, I was his wife, not one of his employees.
Jerking my chin from his grip, I said, “I don’t know who in the hell you think you are, but I am not one of your minions that you can order around, Ares.”
“You want to know who the hell I am?” he snarled down at me. “I’m your husband . I’m your fucking husband, and if you think that doesn’t make me important enough to tell you what the fuck to do, then you’re very mistaken, baby.”
I almost choked on his audacity.
Seriously, what in the hell?
“Are you serious?” I squawked. “This isn’t the fifteen hundreds, Ares.”
“I don’t care if it’s 2050,” he fired back. “This marriage isn’t a cookie-cutter version of everyone else’s. It’s ours and what we make of it.”
“Well, I guess that’s how you’re able to have a girlfriend and a wife,” I drawled out sarcastically.
His golden gaze darkened with an anger that I was also feeling, but I wasn’t going to back down.
Ares Cormac was the type of man that you couldn’t ever back down from, and even after only knowing him a couple of weeks, I knew that better than anyone.
I shouldn’t have underestimated him, and that mistake was what I was paying for now.
“I warned you,” he hissed, the dark edge of his voice sending an unwelcomed shiver down my spine.
Before I could say anything, Ares grabbed the back of my neck, then tossed me around until I was splayed across my desk. With his free hand, he reached underneath my skirt, then started yanking my panties off. Of all the things that I had expected, this wasn’t one of them.
“Ares, what are you doing?” I gasped as I tried to dislodge his hold on my neck.
“I’m going to fuck the jealousy out of you,” he growled.
“I am not jealous,” I denied, trying to free myself as the sound of my panties ripping hit my ears.
“Sure, you’re not,” he taunted as the sound of him unbuckling his belt was heard next.
“Ares, stop it,” I ordered, still struggling against his strength. “Stop it now.”
“Not until you finally grasp that you’re my fucking wife,” he replied coldly, and all I could think about was how the door to my office wasn’t locked. “Not until I’m cumming in you again.”
My pussy clenched, and I hated myself for it. I hated how I wasn’t screaming for Gina to call the police. I hated how my body was getting ready for him, and if that wasn’t a shameful turn of events, then I didn’t know what was.
This was damn near rape.
No longer putting in the effort to struggle against a fight that I couldn’t win, I grabbed the edge of my desk as Ares yanked my skirt up over my hips, the cool air hitting my ass, thighs, and already wet pussy.
It was humiliating, but I’d also never felt this turned on in all my life.
Now, I wasn’t sure what that said about me as a woman, but I had to bite my tongue from begging him to hurry it up.
I closed my eyes the second that I felt the head of Ares’ dick slide through my pussy lips, and when it hit my clit, my body couldn’t help but respond, jerking with the needy sensation.
I also hadn’t forgotten how he’d said that he had to go out of town, so this was going to have to hold me over until he came back, which was a problem in itself.
Ares slammed every inch of himself into me with one thrust, and I had to turn my head to moan into my arm. I did not need Gina or anyone else walking in on us, despite the fact that Ares was legally my husband and everyone knew it.
With his hand still pinning me to the desk by my neck, Ares began fucking me hard enough to make everything rattle around me.
He was showing me no mercy, and just like on our wedding night, he was doing his best to prove a point, and it had to do with his position in my life now.
I wasn’t sure what about Ares’ childhood had created the relentless man that he was now, but it was clear that I was way in over my head in a situation that I still wasn’t sure of.
“The way that your cunt is wrapped around my cock is the only reason that I’ll ever need to never have some stupid bitch on the side,” Ares growled, his fingers tightening around my neck. “Even if our vows weren’t reason enough, this right here is.”
I squeezed my eyes tight as my arm did its best to muffle the sounds that were escaping my soul with every thrust, and the slick sounds of my neediness could be heard throughout the room, each thrust of Ares’ dick making me wetter.
There was no denying how he had the skills to drive a woman out of her mind, and instead of fighting him or spitting in his face, my ass was pushing back, my body begging for more of what I’d only ever felt with Ares.
“This is my pussy, and I own it just like I own you, and I don’t give a fuck how angry that fact makes you,” he went on, each thrust harder than the one before. “You’re my wife, Capri. You’re my fucking wife, and it’s about time you understood that.”
I bit into my arm harder, pleasure betraying my mind, proving that I was weaker than I cared to admit.
I could feel every inch of Ares invading my womb, and I’d be lying if I’d said that it wasn’t the best feeling in the world.
I had friends that liked to claim that angry sex was the best kind of sex, and now I understood their reasoning.
This vicious side of Ares was driving me out of my mind, and I welcomed it.
The sound of items falling off the desk joined the sounds of his grunts and my moans, and I actually felt a violent need for him, a bloodlust that I’d never felt before. Ares was taking me in a way that I should abhor, but I didn’t.
Not in the least.
“You have no fucking idea what you do to me,” Ares grunted, and a part of me wanted to ask him to explain. “You have no fucking idea, baby.”
Just then, the sound of my office door opening snapped my eyes open, and I fought to turn my head just in time to see Gina gasp in horrified embarrassment before slamming the door shut again.
“Oh, God...” I cried out, absolutely aghast. “Ares, stop...oh, Christ...”
“Not on your life,” he snarled, his hot breath on my ear. “I’m glad she walked in on us. I hope she tells everyone that she sees how her boss’ husband is in her office, fucking her senseless.”
Instead of making him stop, I closed my eyes, then let my orgasm erase all thoughts and doubts from my head, my entire body exploding in an orgasm strong enough to make white spots dance in the back of my eyes.
It hit me fast and hard, and instead of letting me enjoy it, Ares was still railing into me, not caring how I might need a break.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned. “Cum all over my cock, baby.”
“Ares...” I whimpered, trying to take back what I felt for him. “Ares...please...”
“That’s right...beg for this dick,” he taunted. “Beg for the only dick that you’ll ever have for the rest of your life.”
“Stop it,” I bit out, wishing that I could just enjoy my orgasm. “Just...knock it off...oh, Christ...”
“I’ll stop when you’ve finally learned your fucking place,” he snarled, and this motherfucker.
“Fuck you,” I hissed.
“Whenever you want, baby,” he shot back. “Whenever the fuck you want.”