Abigail
"This way, Aphrodite."
The bouncer gestured toward the corridor that led down to the VIP section.
"Mr Ares is waiting for you,"
I followed after him, my gold heels sinking into the plush carpet, the bass music from the arena thumping through the floor and up my legs.
Last time I had been ushered past the VIP section, Finn had unmasked me and ugh, just thinking about that day made me shudder in embarrassment.
The marks on my throat had faded until they werenโt visible much. Through the well lit interior of the club, I could see Finnegan.
I was sure wouldnโt notice. I didnโt want him to, what I wanted was a hard nasty fuck that sent my eyes crossing wth pleasure while I exploded like the fourth of July.
He was at the mini bar in the luxury room when I walked in, his sexy naked back turned to me while he poured wine into glasses.
His dark pants hung low on his hips, black mask covering up that gorgeous face. It was relieving not having to dye my hair and wear contacts just so I could hide my identity from him.
"Hi, Daddy," I purred and god, every single muscle in his back rippled at the sound of my voice.
My pussy creamed the panties of the red lingerie I had on. Gosh, just how much more sexy could this man get.
He turned, his intense green eyes finding me through the mask. They darkened immediately, raking down my entire body, the sight of my tits almost spilling out of the tight red push up bra seemed to please him very immensely.
He set the bottle down and crossed the room, crashing his mouth to mine.
Oh yes, this was exactly what I came for.
He kissed me hungrily, one hand cupping my jaw, the other sliding to the small of my back and pulling me against him. I felt every hard inch of him against my stomach and my knees turned to fucking jelly.
"Oooh, someone missed me," I breathed against his lips.
"And you didnโt?" He rasped back, licking my bottom lip before catching it between his teeth and pulling at it slightly.
He kissed me again, deeper, his tongue sliding against mine, swallowing whatever I had been about to say. My fingers dug into his chest and I kissed him back..
When he finally lifted his head, we were both breathing harder, hot breaths mixing in the tiny gap between our lips.
"Why arenโt we in the arena?" I murmured.
"Because I donโt want anyone getting in the way of what Iโm going to do to you, tonight," His mouth dragged to the corner of mine, my jaw, the soft skin below my ear.
I reached between us and pressed my palm flat against the straining tent in his trousers.
"Promises," I purred, squeezing lightly, feeling his cock twitch and swell under my hand.
"Promises, Ares."


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