His tongue slips past my lips and tangles with mine, soft at first, before he becomes more aggressive.“I lost my fight tonight,” he says between kisses.“The first one of my career.That’s why my chest and head hurt.”He licks my neck as he inches his cock inside me.“And my pride.But this makes up for it.”
My heart cracks open at his confession.I’m no expert on fighting, but I’ve watched enough boxing matches with my father’s men.A fighter’s first loss is a big deal.Instead of wallowing in his grief, he’s sharing this moment with me.
He makes me feel special.
“I’m sorry, Ares.”I squeeze his tight ass.Then, with a quick thrust of my hips, he drives in another inch.“I’ll go to your next fight if that’s what you want.”
Ares smiles against my lips, moving slowly but not going any farther.“You can be my lucky charm.”
He meets each slow thrust with a kiss.I get lost in the moment, ignoring the world and our reality.He pulls out right before he’s about to come and jerks off on my breasts.I’m a complete mess, slick with his cum, so he hops off the bed and grabs a shirt.
“What a pretty sight,” he says with a wicked grin as he dabs the cloth at my breasts.“You’re mine now, Little Dragon.”
I snort at his comment.“I’m not a dog, Ares.You don’t have to mark your territory.”
He smirks.“Yes, I do.”
After he’s satisfied that I’m clean, he tosses the shirt on the floor and rolls onto his side.We lay in bed, breathing in unison, and his fingers slip between mine.
“Don’t go.Stay with me until morning.”
“Okay,” I say and curl up on his chest, but it’s a lie.
He cradles my head, running his fingers through my hair.“I’m not letting you go.”
Yes, you are.
After he falls asleep, I gather my panties and bra from the floor and sneak out of his room.I was an idiot for coming here, for begging him to make me come.We have no future.Because when the sun comes out, this all goes away…
ChapterTwenty-Eight
ARES
I rollover with a pounding headache, my entire body on fire from the beat-down I took last night.Stretching my fingers across the mattress, I search for Ophelia.I want to wrap my arms around her and shove my hard cock between her thighs again.
I want to touch her.
Kiss her.
Tease her.
She’smine.
I want to tell her how she drives me crazy, but I can’t find her.My hand brushes over the sheet several times before I open my eyes.Of course, she left.I knew she wouldn’t stay until morning.
Losing my first fight founded my ego.Ophelia helped me forget about the brutal beating I took, but I can only take so many hits before it fucking hurts.
Her words cut me deeper than the fight.
What we did last night wasn’t just sex.We didn’t fuck.A few inches of my dick don’t count.But at that moment, when I told her about the loss, I felt connected to her.
I was vulnerable.
And it scares me.
I slide my legs off the bed and drink the water on my nightstand, downing it with a painkiller.My dick is hard, and I have to pee.
Go figure.
