“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.”
