I narrow my eyes at him, confused by the gesture.“What’s this for?”
“So you can wipe the drool from your mouth.”
I swat at the silk square and roll my eyes.“I’m not drooling.”
He tucks it into his pocket and laughs.“Yes, you are.”
“What can I say?”I follow him to our chairs and sit beside him.“Your brother looks good without a shirt.And he just kicked that guy’s ass for me.I’m a little worked up over it.”
After two more fights, it’s time for Ares to enter the ring for the main event.The announcer steps into the center of the ring with a microphone in hand.
He raises it to his mouth and says, “Bets are closed.So, put your money away, motherfuckers.If you didn’t get here in time, oh, fucking well.I don’t want to hear it.Next time, do what you’re told.”
He announces Ares’s opponent first.His nickname is Sugar Shane, and the crowd boos him.But Ares, who fights under the name God of War, gets applause.The place goes wild, fists punching the air and people screaming his name.
They love him.
And why wouldn’t they?
Both fighters step into the center of the ring, and the referee gets between them.Ares rolls his shoulders to loosen up, shifting his weight from one foot to another.
With a crooked grin, Ares leans forward to speak to his opponent.The other man scowls—an insult, I assume, since I can’t hear him from this distance.
The fight begins with the bell sounding, and the other guy goes straight for Ares.But Ares is faster than him, light on his feet, dodging his advances with little effort.
Shane raises his right hand in front of his face.He ducks a punch and then jabs at Ares.But Ares is there one minute and gone the next.
He does something that reminds me of a dance, goading Shane into chasing after him.His theatrics send me into fits of laughter.The more he teases Shane, the harder I chuckle.
This is hilarious.
He’s making a mockery of the entire event.Despite his best attempts, Shane can’t land a single punch to save his life.Beaten down by his efforts, I can see the life slowly drain from his body.This must have been Ares’s plan.
A switch eventually flips inside Ares, his eyes lighting up as he attacks his opponent.Ares looks more focused than ever, landing a punch that knocks Shane to the floor.He rolls over on the blue canvas, blood spilling from his mouth.Ares hovers over him.
The referee pushes out his arms to keep Ares at a distance, counting down from ten.A bell sounds, and the crowd goes wild.
They chant, “God of War.”
Ares seems unaffected by the attention.He’s used to having people screaming his name.His opponent is unconscious, whereas Ares looks like he just stepped into the ring.And when the referee raises his hand in victory, Ares winks at me, staring like I’m the only person in the room.
He won for me.
ChapterThirty-Seven
OPHELIA
We’reall riding an intense high after Ares wins the fight, and the four of us want to party.
I head into the kitchen to grab the open bottle of champagne from the refrigerator.Ares takes it from my hand, throws me onto the counter, and rips off my clothes.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Little Dragon.”He tears off his shirt and throws it on the floor, licking his lips.His shorts and boxers are next, his dick already hard and ready for me.“I won.Now, I get to claim my prize.”
“Play nice, Ares.”I glance at Atlas and Apollo as they undress beside us.“Your brothers want to play, too.”
“You were mine first,” he says the second he slams his big dick into me, stealing a moan from my lips.“Isn’t that right, baby?Tell my brothers who owns this pussy.”
“You do, Ares,” I whimper as he pounds into me so hard my ass slaps against the countertop.“Oh, fuck.You do.”
