[Music: Play With Fire By Sam Tinnesz & Yacht Money]
But I did the complete opposite.
I stood on his shoes and kissed him. As quick as my action was, my back pressed into the cold wall as Ares trapped me.
Just when I inched closer to taste more of him, he yanked his lips away, whispering to my ear. "A little bold for someone who has no appeal towards me."
Seriously? He’s bringing that up now? Ugh!
Frustrated, I took my hand away, but he snatched my wrist, locking it above my head, and I groaned. I couldn’t move my other hand because it was heavy from the cast, so it rested lifelessly at my side.
He had me just where he wanted me, gazing down on me like he had confined a mouse.
"Y-You’re not being fair..." I found my voice, trying to keep it from shaking.
My words seemed to have struck a nerve because a crooked amusement contorted on his face.
"Fair?"
His hand moved to my ribcage, and finally, his eyes dipped to my body ever since I took off the hospital gown. His cold gaze felt like ice slipped through my skin, and the starvation blooming almost knocked the air out of me.
The way Ares looked at me was as if I were a rare treasure he never thought existed. I have never been looked at in such a way before.
When his hand cupped my breast, I thrust forward, but he pinched my nipple, and he wasn’t being sweet about it, pain shooting through me like a tide. Before I could collect myself, his hand drove low and cupped my pussy.
"Is this fair?" he questioned. "Your body breaks for me, and yet you don’t say the words I want to hear."
I flicked my eyes open, nostrils flaring as I glowered, but this only seemed to make Ares more entertained to the max.
Irritated, I squirmed to break free, but his finger stroked my clit, and a spiking electricity shook through me, hitting all the way to the back of my head, only to be denied.
He moved again, between my thighs, following all the way back to my heat in a torturous, slow caress, and not getting to the point I needed.
I can’t take this because I wanted him to touch me like he did in his office, I wanted his fingers inside me again, and I wasn’t sure how long I could go without begging for it.
I sucked in breath when he leaned down and his mouth covered my nipple.
Oh god!
My toes curled, lips apart, and the back of my head hit the wall as an eager explosion imbued me. His mouth was hot!
But he was off me again. His tongue dragged upwards and stopped at my neck as he whispered against my skin.
"Tell me what I need to hear."
I rasped heavily when I felt his hand inching towards my heat, but he did it impossibly sluggish to the point I had to thrust my waist forward.
Smack!
Right on my tits!
"We can keep going like this... slow... and..." He slapped my clit, and I hissed. "...under my mercy. What’s it gonna be, baby?"

I succumbed to the latter.
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