We weave through the crowd toward the VIP row before the ring.The air stinks of sweat, bleach, blood, beer, and smoke.Bright overhead lights sear my skin.
I wish I had taken Ares’s advice and worn less clothing.I look too prim and proper in this blouse, out of place in this group of deviants.Mistress O would fit in perfectly with these girls.
Next to the Demetriou brothers, I look frumpy wearing boyfriend jeans and a loose blouse.But when Ares looks at me like he’s stripping me bare, I suck in a breath.
I love being wanted by him.
“Well, if it isn’t the God of War,” a man with massive arms says to Ares.He’s shirtless and wearing black-and-red boxing trunks that hang low on his hips.“Who do we have here?Is this your girl?”
I can already see the judgment in his eyes, the same look I have gotten hundreds of times.
“I didn’t know you were into fat chicks,” he says to Ares, laughing.“Oh, how the mighty god has fallen.”
Ares’s nostrils flare.“What did you fucking say?”
My sexy man doesn’t wait for him to respond, fists crashing into his face.Atlas wraps his arms around me and drags me backward as Apollo moves in front of us, throwing out his arms to shield me.
A crowd gathers around us, cheering on Ares as if this is the main event.Ares knocks the man to the ground, raises his foot, and kicks him in the face.Blood spews from his mouth and nose.
“You’re fucking done at Akropolis, you piece of shit.”Ares hits the guy, who clutches his ribs.He kicks him once more in the face and flags over two bouncers.“Get him the fuck out of my club.If I see him in here again, he’s dead.”
I’m shaking in Atlas’s arms, on the verge of tears.Ares has never acted this way around me, and I’m terrified of how much damage he can do with his fists.But I’m also thrilled that he beat that man up for me.No one has ever defended me before.
After the bouncers lead the bruised man out of the building, a blond man approaches Ares, also wearing boxing trunks.I assume he’s another person fighting tonight.
“What the fuck, Ares?”He shakes his head.“I was supposed to fight him in twenty minutes.”
“Walk away, Mercer,” Ares growls.“Or we can start the fight sooner.This is none of your business.”
“What did he do?”Mercer folds his arms over his thick chest, staring at Ares.
“He talked shit to my girl.”Ares angles his body to point at me.“See that beautiful woman over there?If you or any of your asshole friends say anything to or about her, I’ll kill you.And I won’t give you a chance to run away like a scared little bitch like I did last time.”
“Yeah, okay,” he says.“Whatever.Fucking chill.”
He hurries away, and within seconds, Ares closes the distance between us, stealing me from his brother’s arms.His lips crash into mine with a wild passion I’ve never felt from him before.This kiss means something, and since he’s doing it in front of a large crowd, he wants people to know I’m his.
“I’m sorry, baby.”He flicks his tongue over my bottom lip.“That guy is an asshole.He won’t be coming here anymore.”
“I’m used to people calling me fat.”I shrug.“I can handle it.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have to.”His arm curls around me, and he presses another kiss to my lips.“You’re a goddess.And I’ll destroy anyone who makes you think otherwise.”
My heart flutters.
Ares has his moments.
“I have to get ready for my fight.”My gorgeous god of a man leans closer, lips parted.“I need one more kiss for good luck, Little Dragon.”
This kiss is quicker than the last one but equally intense.
“I’m winning this fight for you.”He squeezes my ass, lifting my feet off the ground.“Sit with Apollo in the front row.”Ares tips his head at the reserved seating, separate from the rest of the crowd.“Atlas is coming with me.”
Apollo moves behind me.“C’mon, Mistress.We’ll meet up with my brothers after the fight.”
I stare at Ares as he walks away.It’s hard not to when he’s the epitome of perfection.His back has more muscles than I can count, and his ass… holy hell, he has a nice ass.Don’t even get me started on his abs or those thick arms.And that big cock beneath his black-and-gold boxing trunks.
Apollo hands me a silk pocket square.Of course, he’s wearing a suit.The man never dresses down, except the night he watched me with his brothers.I saw a lot more of Apollo and loved every second.
