"Want to know how I felt with the thought of another man's touching what's mine?" His finger edge deeper inside of me, tears dripping down my face, light sobs echo throughout the room.
"I was envious." My fingernails dug into his skin, sobbing agai...
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Roman Sokolov New, York City. . . .
I silently cursed Ares as I carried Dawn, down the hall.
That asshole- her entire family put me in a situation in which I tried my hardest not to involve myself. The situation at hand: The blinding rage running through my bloodstream and the thought of sleeping in the same bed as her.
I know Ares would be fucking piss if he knew she was spending the night in my bed, but I didn't give one flying fuck. He kept me away from her long enough. Still, after what she told me I couldn't leave her on the sofa, she would've been uncomfortable.
I kicked open the door to my bedroom I had been keeping warm for the week I had been in New York, and placed her on the bed. She didn't even stir. All that crying must have made her so exhausted.
Pulling the blanket over her, my eyes linger on her for a minute, noticing details Ares, would surely put a gun to my head if he knew. Her brown hair spread out beneath her like melted chocolate, her full lips slightly parted and I had to think back on how I was the first to touch them. I had to clench my hands to refrain from stealing another one.
My mind flashed back to earlier this morning. Her cheeks turn the prettiest shade of red when I buckled her seatbelt, a very large part of me had wanted to steal a kiss right there. She had looked like a fucking goddess.
I tore my gaze away, my jaw clenching at how hard I had been trying to control myself,I knew I shouldn't be thinking of my best friend's little sister like this. It was a sin and when I was sent to comfort that sin in the confession booth, I ended up stealing something that I like to think was meant for me.
Her family wouldn't admit it and Ares sure as hell won't but she's not a little girl anymore. She's a woman, a fucking beautiful woman made from the goddess, a feisty woman who never seems to leave my mind.
She snuggled deeper into my pillow, her brows drawn, and her breathing shallow. I'd nearly tucked her hair behind her ear before I caught myself. Instead, I turn on my heels moving towards the shower.
Flicking on the cold water, knowing I'll need it to survive the thoughts lingering in my head about the feminine presence laying in my bed. Stripping off my white beater and black sweats, the cold water buzzed across my skin.
He shattered my hand. I shake my head, my anger rising again, tipping my head back, I wet my hair and close my eyes, feeling the chill of the water pound my shoulders and neck, he had touched her, and Ares didn't tell me.
He knew best not to tell me, and fuck did it piss me off. Turning around, I plant my hands on the wall letting the water soak my hair and face under the spray. My jaw tightens, I lived through a system.
Eight hours of sleep a night, evening work-outs two times a week in my gym, and strict work and important meetings in the morning following throughout the afternoon. It didn't matter what city or country I was in, I followed that system.
