[Music: Apartnt By BOBI ANDONOV]
I-Is he being fucking serious right now?!
I looked to my left, but Ares seized my chin and compelled to face him.
Just a glimpse made shiver, and I knew I had no choice but to comply if I wanted Reed to get the help he needed. The longer I stall or try to resist, the worse the situation becos.
Kiss like you’re mine.
His words shouldn’t make burn, but they do, in a way I knew far too well. The possessiveness with which he uttered them made my heart and mind race.
Not wanting to delay, and forget the fact I was about to dive into the rabbit hole. I relaxed my hands on his bare chest, sliding upwards to place them on his broad shoulder.
God help .
I went on my tiptoe, pressing my lips against his before I retreated. I did it again, more softly this ti.
"You are gonna have to do better than that, baby."
God, I miss his lips so much I can’t think. The cold texture of it, followed by that taste of alcohol, I’m instantly drunk.
However, I tried to hide it, showing anger on the surface. "Is this not enough for you?"
"Depends..." he replied.
I gulped, knowing what he ant. Reed’s life was riding on this fucking kiss. Screw this!
I sank my hands into his hair and smashed my lips against his in a feral, passionate lock. I was deep and quick as I tasted him like I would candy, taking my ti to consu his entire mouth and invade with my tongue, moaning at the tangy yet intoxicating flavor.
My mind grew hazy as my desperation turned into starvation. My body pressed against his tightly, my nipples hardening through my cami, my toes resting on his feet, my arms swathed tightly around his neck.
When I pulled back my lips, a thin trail of saliva followed, mixed with the taste of him.
Ares’s lips were moist and parted, his breath rolling off slow and steady, but that was a mirage because he suddenly hauled up against him, and my legs sheathed his muscular waist. Our lips fused with an even greater intensity.
I moaned helplessly as Ares took hunger to the next level. He was a beast as he gobbled whole, slow and hard, parting his mouth to take fully. Shivers doused my body until I was basically trembling from the roll of his tongue and the incursion.
I gripped his hair tightly, worshiping the feel of his strands on my fingertips. Ares’ hand sank low until I could feel the heat of his fingers grazing my core.
He turned to sit on the counter, our kiss altering from slow to frenetic. I heaved as air got misplaced, and he was the air I breathe.
My body ca alive when I felt him rub my pussy, my shorts sticking to , making it more stimulating. He did it again, and I flinched at the wet sensation.
I opened my eyes, freezing when I found Ares looking behind where our audience was.
Oh no.
I got so lost that I had forgotten the point of this kiss. To save a fucking life!
I tried to stop this, but it was too late; a finger pushed into , and I groaned more in shock at the sudden penetration.
Ares had pushed the material aside and easily slid his finger, welcod by how wet I was. I soaked them, torn between sha and pleasure.
Why the heck was I getting wetter? This was wrong! Oh God, please stop—!
Another finger entered , and I moaned into his mouth, but I pulled my lips away, bracing my hands on his shoulders, hoping to push him off, but a digit pushed through again until he was knuckle deep, stretching further.
No no no no!
I whimpered, a sound I shouldn’t make in this situation, but I couldn’t help myself.
I pushed against his solid chest, but it was like trying to move a wall. When his fingers retreated, I lost a brain cell and shalessly thrust my hips forward. A spark torched my brain as sounds flew from .
I don’t know what I’m doing.
I’m trying to stop this, but here I was fucking myself with his fingers like an addict who didn’t know when to stop.
I don’t think I want to stop. No no no no! Catherine! I-I can’t.
I whimpered, needy as Ares finally moved his fingers, taking back control and throwing towards the edge. I was unapologetically allowing him to fuck with his fingers, my breast rubbing against his chest, and on the verge of losing what was left of my goddamn mind.
I’m close.
No, Catherine, no!
I squeezed my eyes shut as horror filled to the brim, but it didn’t amount to how thick I felt with his thrusting fingers.
"A-A-Ares... M-mmmm!" I flinched when he screwed them deeper, his eyes locked behind, and I could discern he was looking right at Reed as he fingered .
I clutched his broad shoulder, my nails sinking into his skin, trying to get a grip of myself, but I feared an orgasm was closer than my sanity.
Ares pulled out his fingers, and I released a breath, tremors shocking my entire body, and the loss of my orgasm hitting harder than anything else.
Ares casually licked his fingers as he spoke. "Take the bullet out, no hospital."
"Yes, boss."
Shaken, I climbed down from the counter, pushing past Ares’ body as I ran upstairs. I made sure Es’s room was still closed before I ambled to mine, feeling a fire between my legs, my pussy in fact was on fire, and the rest of was in shock.
I closed my door, running my hand through my hair in disarray. I jumped when the door opened, and Ares walked in like he owned the place.
"G-Get out..." I stuttered. "Get—"
He ca close, and I drew back until the back of my legs hit the edge of my bed, and I dropped to my ass, my breast bouncing as for a second he broke focus before setting them on .
Hunger wilder than anything I have ever seen doused those icy blues. Yet he remained... calm, and it was more frightening that such weight could be contained.
Ares gripped my chin; the contact branding my skin. "Say that again."
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