“Did I say you could come?” He arches a brow, as I make an O shape with my mouth.
Oh shit.
He slaps my pussy, and I yelp. “Bold pussy.” He slaps it again. “But such a pretty pussy. I can’t stay mad at it for long.” That’s the only warning I get before he rams into me in one hard thrust, and I scream again. At this rate, I won’t have any voice left to make my vows tomorrow.
Ares fucks me like a savage, pounding into me with force, and I can only hold on for the ride. He stops abruptly, removing the bar and unhooking me from the restraints before flipping me onto my stomach. Raising me to my knees, he spreads my legs wide. Pushing my head into the pillow, he drives back inside me from behind, and I immediately see stars. Another orgasm is building, and when he shoves his thumb into my ass, I detonate again. This time, my punishment is a succession of hard slaps against my butt cheeks.
Ares shoves his dick back inside my cunt before grabbing the chain at my neck and tugging hard, pulling me up so I’m sitting on him with my back against his chest. I love the feel of his pierced cock at this angle as he hammers into me. “Fuck, you drive me insane, dollface,” he pants into my ear. “In the best possible way. I’m insatiable for you. I won’t ever get enough.”
“Don’t stop.” I moan as he grabs my tits, groping them violently. He continues thrusting into me from behind before one hand roams lower. Finding my clit, he rubs circles against my swollen nub while he quickens his pace. I sense his impending release, and he confirms it when he pinches my clit and roars, “Come!”
I explode around his dick, writhing and moaning as he roars out his release, driving into me so deep I can feel his sperm unleashing inside me. I offer up silent thanks to whomever invented the IUD. When we’re both done, he lets me go, and I flop forward onto the bed, spent and deliciously achy all over.
But my lover is far from satisfied.
And we’re far from done.
ChapterThirty-Four
Ashley
“Ares Haynes!” Bree yells. “Get your stupid grumpy ass in here right now!” She spins around to stare at me with a fresh bout of rage. I’m standing before her in my bridal underwear—a strapless lacy white teddy bodysuit—and she’s cataloguing the myriad of bruises and teeth and finger marks on my body with mounting horror.
I smirk as the door opens and Ares sneaks inside.
His eyes devour me on sight, and I squeeze my thighs together as my body reacts instantly to his rabid attention. My pussy throbs in a combination of need and slight pain. I applied an aloe vera gel earlier this morning before we left our townhome to meet Bree at this beautiful private home where the wedding is being held. My grooms were already here hiding from me because it seems they are both taking this tradition seriously.
My eyes welled up when I realized how hard Bree and Jase have been working these past few days to give me something special. I’m betting Rhett is throwing a hissy fit right about now when his car showed up at the house to collect me to find I’m already gone. Jase has messaged him to confirm the venue has changed and he’ll send the coordinates in due course.
No one wants him turning up until the last possible moment.
If I had my way, he wouldn’t be attending at all, but we can’t forget the things he’s holding over our heads.
With Mom’s lack of recent communication, I don’t know if blackmailing me with her life is an effective strategy anymore. I’m finding it hard to care when she clearly doesn’t. But Lilianna is important. We can’t push the Greed & Gluttony Luminary too far because we need him to keep Ares’s sister safe until we discover where she’s being held.
Looking out over the grounds of this exquisite private home, which caters purely to weddings, I know I will remember today every day for the rest of my life.
“Don’t you dare smirk,” Bree snarls, dragging me out of my head.
She’s in a stand-off with Ares, and he’s fixing her with one of his cocky signature special grins.
“Look at the state of her body! My brother warned you!” She flings her arms in my direction. “He’s going to kill you!”
“Bree, relax. They are mostly contained to my body and will be concealed.” There are a couple of fingerprints on my chest that need concealing with makeup, but the rest are mainly centered on my upper thighs and my hips, which will be covered by my dress. The small bite mark and faint bruising at the sides of my neck will be curtained by my hair.
“You can’t even walk properly!” she screeches. Fixing her hands on her hips, she glares at him. “What the hell did you do to her?”
“Nothing she didn’t fucking love.” Ares’s sultry deep voice is like a caress against my skin, and I shiver all over. Visions of him fucking me relentlessly for hours resurface in my mind, and I’m seconds away from coming on the spot. My pussy aches for attention, it’s thirst for cock knowing no bounds.
It doesn’t matter that I’m sore.
I want more.
More. More. More.
Fantasies of sharing my marital bed with all three of my guys flood my mind, but I force them aside before I come on the spot. It would be a dream come true, but I already know it won’t happen. Ares has made his thoughts clear, and I won’t force him. Chad and Jase will more than take care of my needs, and perhaps its only right that it’s just the two of them and me tonight.
I send Ares a heated look as I walk over to Bree. She’s practically hyperventilating at this point. “Calm down. Take nice deep breaths.”
