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“Brynn—”

“No!” I yell, forgetting for a second where we are. “Just stop it!” I march up to him and shove at his chest, pushing him back. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to fuck with my emotions like this. You haven’t given a shit about me for eight years, so you don’t get to care now.”

He grips my wrists in one of his big hands, looking down at me. With that leverage, he backs me up until I hit the wall. His eyes snap with anger and something that I can’t read, but it’s just as intense. “You think I don’t care?” he growls.

I glare up at him. What the fuck is he even saying? “I know you don’t. How else could you rip out my heart and walk away like none of it mattered?”

Ares flinches a little, more of a reaction than I was expecting. “It mattered, firefly,” he says, his voice dropping. “It all fucking mattered.”

Now it’s my turn to flinch, and I try to wrench my wrists out of his grip so I can push him away again. “Don’t fucking call me that. Don’t you dare, you fucking—” I lash out, trying to hit him, but he stops me, catching my hand.

I’m so close to him now, close enough to smell his shampoo and to see the way his eyes are blown open wide. He’s breathing harder, leaning in, and the tension between us snaps and crackles with electric intensity.

And then his mouth is on mine.

He moves me, backing me up until I hit the wall. Ares presses against me, turning the kiss deeper, hotter, like he wants to leave me shaking and breathless with just his lips and tongue. Heat peaks and boils over inside me, making me shudder hard against him.

When he finally lets me up for air, my breathing is ragged. I glare at him, and I feel flushed all over. “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” I pant. “I hate you so much sometimes.”

Ares just rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t put any distance between us. His eyes are dark and blown wide with desire, and I swallow hard in the face of it. “Yeah, well, the feeling is mutual,” he mutters, but even as he’s saying it, he reaches down and starts shifting my pants down over my hips.

I don’t stop him. There should be a part of me that’s screaming at me to make him stop because this isn’t going to end well, but it’s drowned out by the part that’s throbbing with need. That’s the part of me that steps out of my shoes and my pants so he can get me naked from the waist down in a hurry, and it’s the part that aches when his fingers brush the slick seam of my pussy.

“This doesn’t feel like you hate me,” Ares taunts softly. There’s no heat in it, no real malice. “You feel like you want me to fuck you right here and now.”

I can’t swallow back the moan in time, and I can’t stop my hips from canting forward, trying to get more of his touch.

He doesn’t make me beg for it either. He slides his fingers deeper into me, rubbing up against the sensitive places that make my knees threaten to give out.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “Ares⁠—”

“What? You want more?”

I should say no. I should tell him to get away from me. But I don’t do either of those things. I grind against his hand, feeling myself get wetter and wetter for him with each pass of his fingers.

“Just fuck me already,” I groan.

His eyes flash, and he makes a bitten off noise of his own. He pulls away, and for a second I wonder if this is where he’s going to close off again, but instead he starts shoving his own pants down, getting his cock out.

It’s flushed and already hard, and my body pulses with need in response to the sight.

I barely have time to take it in before Ares is crowding me back against the wall again, this time so he can lift me up and hold me where he wants me.

Something swoops in my stomach at the way he does that so easily. My pussy aches to be filled, and it’s like Ares can read my mind or my body language because he’s right there, pressing the thick, blunt head of his cock against my entrance.

“Fuck,” I groan, grabbing at him. “Get in me, you fucking⁠—”

Whatever I was about to call him is cut off there, and I lunge for his mouth, kissing him hot and rough and almost out of control. I bite down on his lip in anger and need, and that’s all the incentive Ares needs to drive into me hard.

I barely remember that we’re in public in time to cover my mouth and not cry out from the way it feels. His cock is so deep inside me with that first thrust, and then he pulls out slowly and drives himself right back in, bottoming out with a snap of his hips.

Electric sparks of pleasure fly down my spine, lighting me up from the inside out, and I writhe where I’m pressed between the wall and his body. There’s nowhere for me to go, no way to wriggle away, and I don’t want to. Not when he’s fucking me so fast and so rough, dragging whimpers and gasps out of me with every angry thrust in.

I claw at his shoulders, gripping him hard. There’s so much feeling in it, all the things that we’ve never said to each other, all the things that have built up for years. We don’t have the words, or any other way to get them out, so this is what’s going to have to do.

“Are you gonna come for me?” Ares growls. His fingers sink into the plush flesh of my hips and ass, hard enough that it might leave marks behind. “Are you gonna come on my cock, Brynn?”

“Fuck you,” I pant.