My pulse quickened at Ares’ words. With shaky hands, I reached for the buttons, undid them one at a time until his chest stared back at me like an irresistible temptation.
I could never get used to this, and I’m stuck in a time loop where I fight myself for the urge to touch him, trace those fine muscles beneath my fingertip, and memorise every line.
But Ares’ gaze chased those thoughts away. Is he testing me to see if I would touch him?
Swallowing a lump in my throat, I pulled his shirt off, and he let me, the white cloth dropping on the floor next to my dress. I moved my hands to his belt, unfastened it, and pulled it out.
I unzipped his pants and dragged them down to his feet. The warm floor pressed into my knees when I eyed his boxer briefs, and my stomach tightened as I pulled down on the band.
Holy....Is this what was inside me a few hours ago?
I peered at Ares through my lashes, trying to calm my nerves, but it wasn’t working. He was as hard as wood, and it seemed like a popsicle was aimed at my face.
I licked my lips, my mouth going dry, wondering what he would taste like.
Ares walked to the bathroom. "Follow."
I tried to collect myself as I pushed to my feet and nervously followed him. The bathroom had the same setting, and it seemed like I was in another luxury room. The bathtub was filled with water already, and the fragrance coming from it made me wanna sink in and never come out.
Ares had drawn a bath for me.
Ares dipped his hand and nodded, glanced my way, and he didn’t need to say anything because I was already near. I wrapped my hair in a quick bun, putting my legs first.
It was warm, and when I sank in completely, I moaned at the feeling. I was sore all over from all the dreadful night activities, and I’m shameless to accept that this was exactly what I needed right now.
Ares observed me, as if making sure I was comfortable. The tub was big, and there was still enough space.
"Aren’t you gonna get in?"
"You need this more. Take your time." He strode to the walk-in shower.
The bathroom was built in a way that the tub faces directly at the shower. Who knew soaking in a tub would come with a view?
I chewed the inside of my mouth as I stared at those wonderful cakes. If I had my way, I’d poke and fondle them as much as I could. I still have a reward, right? I wonder if he would allow me that.
I tracked his every movement like a camera feed, mesmerized by the way he applied shampoo and washed his hair, the foamy soap running down his back, and when he stroked his neck, I rubbed my knees together as those muscles bulged.
After minutes of detailing his shower routine, Ares was done, wrapping a white towel around his waist and coming towards me, moist and devilishly sexy. He ran a hand through his wet hair, and it felt like I would stop breathing.
This man was sin wrapped in human form.
He rested his hand on the edge as he leaned down to me. "What do you want for dinner?"
"I-I’m not hungry."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I just need to unwind as you said."
He straightened his spine and walked out of the bathroom. After a few minutes, I was done, put on the nearby robe, and was back in the room.
Ares was close to the window; the curtains were closed, so he just peered through them as he made a call.
I walked to the closet, opening it to check if my things were here yet, but there were none.
Great!
I faced Ares, who had just ended the call.
"My things aren’t here yet."
"There was a delay."
"Then what am I gonna wear to sleep? You’re clearly all set up," I said, motioning to the sweatpants hanging low on his waist, making that prominent V line show. As he moved to the bed, I shivered as his cock swayed inside like a snake.
"Take off the robe."
"Hmm?"
"I want you naked."
I blinked. "I’ll freeze."
"You won’t, the room is at a good temperature, and the heaters are on."
I’m tired, and I don’t have it in me to argue right now. I took off my robe and let it pool at my feet. I approached him, and he just kept his eyes on me until I stood before him.
"Climb the bed."
"You’re so bossy..." I murmured tiredly as I mounted the bed, his heated gaze glued to my ass as I moved.
I got into the covers, snuggling to get comfortable. His phone rang, and he answered, ambling back to the window to continue his call.
I relaxed into the soft sheets, and the feeling was heavenly without clothes on. My eyelid grew heavy as Ares blurred in my vision, and sleep took me.
~☆~
Bang!
I rasped harshly as I sat up with a start, eyes wide and body shaking. It was a dream. It was so real! I had to check myself for any blood stain, but there was none.
It was a dream about last night, but this time, after Ares fired a shot at the man’s head, he pointed the gun at me, eyes cold and indifferent as he pulled the trigger.
With a shaky breath, I looked by my side, my heart slamming in my eardrums, but when I found it empty and the sheets wrinkled, I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
I can’t be afraid of Ares, right?
What he did was self-defense but judging by the way I’m feeling right now, I had my answer.
I gripped the sheets tightly as I looked to the nightstand and found my glasses. I grabbed and wore them, taking my phone next, searching my contact list. I paused for a minute before I dialed the number.
It ranged for a few seconds before she picked.
"Mrs. King, I’ve been expecting your call."