“I don’t want you to think that I think you’re after whatever assets I have.”
“P, you’re worth billions.” Ares laughs. “Those billions need protecting. But I’m only after one thing when it comes to you. And it’s not your money.”
“Yeah? What is it?”
“You. I just want you. I want your heart. I want your soul. I want your body. I want your love.”
“And you have all of that, and there’s a no-returns policy, so you’re stuck with me now.”
“Good thing I was never planning on returning you then.” Ares leans in and presses his lips to mine.
I know I still have a long way to go with my mental health and learning to live with my depression. But having Ares is one of the things I’m most grateful for in life. For the first time in a long time, I don’t look at my future as a trap. I’m looking forward to what our future brings. My and Ares’s future together.
Epilogue
ONE YEAR LATER
My eyes blink open, and I’m met with a pair of dark ones staring right at me. The first time I woke up like this, I freaked for a second. Now, it’s become normal.
“Are you watching me sleep again?” I ask Ares.
“Watching you wake up,” he says. “It’s the highlight of my day. Because every day I get to wake up with you is another day I get to spend being the boyfriend of Zara McKinley.”
“It’s too early for this much sweetness, Ares.”
“You know what would be better than being the boyfriend of Zara McKinley?” he asks.
“What?”
“Being the husband of Zara De Bellis.”
He’s serious. It’s also not the first time he’s brought up the topic of us getting married. It’s not that I don’t see myself spending forever with Ares. I do. I just want us to be young and do all the things we’re supposed to do first. I’m also in a really good place mentally right now. I don’t want to risk changing anything that could have me relapsing into my depression again.
“I can’t wait to be Mrs Zara De Bellis, after we finish uni and have jobs and all of that adult kind of stuff,” I remind him.
Ares leans forward and presses his lips to mine, rolling over until he’s positioned between my legs. “I’ll settle for being the boyfriend that gets to sink himself inside his hot-as-fuck girlfriend day and night.”
That’s a title I can get on board with. My hips tilt upwards. I can feel his hardness pressing against me. “You know, I read that too much sex isn’t great for a relationship.”
“Lies,” Ares says as he slowly sinks into me.
A moan escapes my mouth. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to me. “Oh god, I think it was a bogus study.”
“Mhmm.” Ares’s lips leave wet, hot kisses down my neck. Across my shoulder. We’ve developed the habit of falling asleep naked. I always come to bed with pyjamas. They just never stay on unless it’s a rare night Ares isn’t beside me. “I love being your boyfriend.”
“I love you being my boyfriend,” I tell him as he pulls out and then slams right back into me. “Fuck me, I’m going to come.”
“That’s the plan here, P.”
My fingers are greedy as they roam all over his bare chest. I lean up and kiss over the pink butterfly. It’s my favourite tattoo of his.
“I love you,” I whisper as I feel my core tightening. I don’t know what it is about his cock, but it’s like a drug. I can never get enough of it.
Ares sits up on his knees and his thumb presses against my clit as he continues to slam into me. Over and over again. The headboard bangs against the wall and the mattress makes that creaking sound but I block it all out, focusing on the pleasure that’s crashing through my body. Every muscle tightens.
“That’s it, P. Come for me. Drench my cock,” Ares groans.
Fireworks explode behind my eyelids as I come apart beneath him. Moments later, I feel Ares slide out right before he comes on my stomach. I open my eyes to find him spreading his cum all over me.
