Mine

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Ares

"What the fuck did you say to Elena?" I shout, fisting her hair in my fist and yanking her neck slightly.

"Ouch!" she reacts, blinking hard out of pain.

"What the fuck did you say!" I repeated, pulling her scalp a bit harder.

"You're hurting me. Let go of my fucking hair," she frowns holding onto my arm with that same look she had before everything.

"That's not what I'm asking," I say throwing her onto a desk.

My body bends over hers as I take her by the hair and pull her head up. She groans wiggling her body under me.

"I'm down on my knees. Begging you for sex?" I recalled his words to which she suddenly stops

struggling under me.

"Is that what you said to her?" I questioned, feeling my ego burst into a million molecules of hatred for her that refilled in me.

"So what? Was I wrong? You bet on me Ares," she grins like she has won.

"I cancelled the bet," I reminded.

"You cancelled the bet because you wanted to fuck me over and over again," she argued with a valid point.

"Weren't you the one begging me to let you come last night?" my voice chuckled.

"Get off me, Ares. I've had enough of you already. Just fuck off!" she shouts moving under me to avoid the topic.

"Or what, Iri?. Huh?" I challenged, holding her head down so she wouldn't escape.

I unzip my pants and rip her panties off under her miniskirt. Without a warning, I slam into her hard and start thrusting.

"Who the fuck do you wear this mini skirt for?" the need to put her in her place crept into my skin.

Her hands are against the table scratching the wooden desk. My hand crawls up to her neck holding it in my grip as she already finds it harder to breathe. My balls are smacking against her huge buttocks loudly. The few moans that struggle to escape out of her mouth are loud but I'm not too worried because this block is normally empty.

I flip her onto her back on the desk and slam into her again. My hand grabs a hold of her neck again as she stares at me with eyes full of hatred. Her hand goes down to rub her clit but I throw it back. I take one of her legs and throw it up my shoulder whilst spreading the other one wider.

"I'm the one on my knees for you huh? You're the one desperate to come," I argue, thrusting in her faster.

"You think you're the only guy that can fuck me!" she tried to argue.

I thrust harder at hearing that making her scream now. Her free hand digs into my arm and deep inside my skin out of pain. Her mouth opens wide as she tries to gasp in some air but I lock it in with mine. My free hand goes down to her clit and rubs it into circles.

"Argh! Ares," she screams.

"Shut the fuck up!" I panted, trying to release more of the ego burst easily.

"I'm about to...argh," she screams coming all over my cock.

I feel it sticking down between her shaking thighs which I press down to the desk as I continue to fuck her. Her moans and sweet words, how did I get carried away? She was never one of the nice girls and would never be one to me.

"Come again you fucking bitch," I forced, rubbing her again.

I exactly know where her G-spot is so all this is easier. Her back arches and her mouth opens wide as she feels herself about to come again. I press her back down onto the table and her body shifts sideways with her face in her arms but I grab her and set her straight. I place her other leg up my shoulder as well and pick her up from her back.

Her arms lean on the table for support. The table beneath starts rocking out of position due to the force making her panic. Her lips curve into an o through her loud moans as she drips her milky liquid out of herself once again.

"Again!"

I recklessly thrust in her deeper and harder with my length, making her take every inch of it in with every thrust. Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head as her nails dig into my arms once again, but harder than last time. Her breasts are bouncing on her chest through her shirt as I rail her down on this college table.

"Ah..res," she pants.

"Yes, sweetheart," I annoy panting into her.

"Stop calling me sweetheart you fucking moron!" she yelled with tears filling her eyes now.

Her body once again turns as she feels herself come again.

"Stop," her voice cracked, putting her hand up.

I slow down between her shaking legs before I pull out. There's a current that runs around her hips and thighs as she sits there. Our warm breaths mixing in between our bodies. She refuses to look at me.

I pull my pants back up and zip them before I get my entire attention back to her. I lean my arms on the table leaning forwards to her face. Her eyes directly stare into mine.

"I hate you Ares Roques. You're the worst fucking human on this entire planet," she yells at the bottom of her breath.

"Because your sexual pleasure is so bound to me," I taunted knowing it was.

"Like yours isn't!" she yelled back.

"I think you're forgetting that I've fucked many girls before you," the reminder served.

"Then why don't you go fuck them again," she easily said as if she didn't care.

She probably didn't...

"I will," my egoistic side responded.

"Good for you."

She tries getting off the table and stumbles upon her steps. A hiss escapes out of her mouth as she finds it hard to walk. Her ass takes a seat on the chair for a few seconds to gather up some rest. Her eyes close and her fist folds into a ball on the table. I pick her up bridal style and take her out of the classroom, and down to the car.

"Put me down," she fights punching my chest.

I ignored her arguing and just walked straight. Why did I do this to her? I shouldn't have fucked her like this. She won't be able to walk for a few days after this. My eyes look down at her running mouth cussing at me. All of that would've never happened if that bet never happened.

Because of the bet I flirted with her. Fucked her. Got addicted to her body. Got addicted to the sex she was giving me. Got addicted to her in general. Now that addiction is clashing with the long years of hate. It's mixing into something really bad and unpleasant.

I place her in the passenger seat and start to drive her home. My eyes are focused on the road and not once do I look at her. She probably has her arms crossed on her chest right now and is frowning with that pout like she normally does when she's mad. I bang my hand on the steering wheel through my thoughts.

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Today I'm fucking the eighteenth girl. Yes. I've been fucking girls over girls to get the existence of Iris' body out of my body. And none of these girls have taken my cock like she has.

None of these girls bring the magic her lips bring to mine when they kiss me. I don't harden when I fuck them. Rather my body wants to escape from them. My mind replays visions of Iris' face. Her moaning sounds.

I haven't talked to her since that day. I swear I want to though. I'm dying to start an argument with her so she can shut my mouth up through her kiss. So I can end it with her screaming my name out of pleasure. My ego is still hurt by what she said to Elena. I don't give two fucks if it's true but the entire school knows that I don't fall to my knees for any girl.

And now that I have fallen it's for the girl I despise and hate the most in this entire world. My brain says fuck these people. I'll be out of there in a matter of time but Iris will be here. I just want to fuck her over and over again.

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