Ares means nothing to me.
He clearly thinks this will piss me off.
Well fuck that. I’ll show him.
Returning his arrogant grin and some, I video the Manford heir on her knees blowing the devil. I snap a few pics too, using my flash to ensure I get some nice clear shots. Who knows when this might come in handy.
The flash claims Julia’s attention, and Ares relaxes his hold on her head enough so she can look up at me. The smug gleam in her eyes is misguided. If she thinks fucking around with my stepbrother will irritate me, I’ll go out of my way to prove I’m not bothered.
I saunter up to them, smirking as I repocket my cell. “Glad to see you found your true calling in life, Jules,” I tease, knowing she hates when I call her that. “Daddy would be so proud.” I pat her head in a condescending fashion. She almost chokes on Ares’s dick as she attempts to speak, but he refuses to release his cock from her mouth to let her have her say.
I smile sweetly at my stepbrother. “I couldn’t think of two people more suited for a relationship. I hope everything works out for you,” I coo, wiggling my fingers as I walk off.
“Oh, and Jules,” I say, spinning around and walking backward toward my room. “Your technique looks like it could use a little work. Hit me up if you’d like a few lessons. I’ve been sucking dick like a pro for years. You could benefit from my considerable experience. Just ask your fiancé if you need a personal recommendation. Jase never had any complaints.”
Ares’s amused chuckles follow me into my room, and it takes colossal effort not to slam the door shut behind me.
* * *
I’m still awake when Chad stumbles into the bedroom a few hours later, seething over Ares and my inability to block the vision of Julia blowing him from my mind.
I know he did that on purpose.
It’s all part of his plan to drive me insane.
I hate that it’s working.
I should have said nothing, acted disinterested, and came straight to my room. It amused Ares, and that only adds to my frustration.
I pounce on my boyfriend the second he lands on the bed. Pushing Chad flat on his back, I strip him naked and ride him mercilessly until we both collapse in a sweaty heap, overtired, and thoroughly fucked.
I wake the next morning, wrapped up in my boyfriend’s arms where I belong. Snuggling into his side, I press my lips over the tattoo with my name on his chest, praying I don’t lose him.
“Morning, Siren.” Chad yawns as his arm tightens on my waist, and he dusts kisses into my hair.
“Morning, babe.”
In a swift move, he slides me under him and nudges my thighs apart with his leg. “Are you sore?” He plants a slew of drugging kisses along my neck.
“Nope,” I lie. I will never turn sex down over something as mundane as a little pain.
“Liar.” He chuckles against my ear, sending delicious tremors zipping all over my body.
“Fuck me.” Reaching up, I clasp his gorgeous face in my hands. “Fuck me until I’m raw. Until I’m aching so much I feel you with every step I take all day.”
His eyes flare with primal possession. I knew he’d like that. He hates the thought of me spending the day with the degenerate. This is the perfect way to remind both of us who I belong to. Who I’ll always belong to.
Guiding his dick to my entrance, he slams into me in one fast thrust, and I scream. “Yes, babe. Nothing would make me happier.” I grab handfuls of his ass as I wrap my legs around his waist and tilt my hips to meet his thrusts.
Chad bites and sucks on my breasts as he pummels my pussy, and I feel each stroke deep, basking in the pain and urging him to drive harder and deeper.
It helps to assuage the guilt.
I want to feel it.
To throb and bleed for him.
To drown in pleasure-pain as he fucks life back into me.
