Ares ; A Mafia Romance ||✓

Chapter 22

[Mature Content]

Callista Miller

Asrael's office was typical. Plain cream walls accentuated, high golden ceilings, a mahogany table placed in the middle occupying most of the space, a bookshelf filled with files, a cabinet beside the window, a soft brown rug, leather chairs, and photos; all of Asrael's. Before I could completely absorb the ambience of the office, Ares swept off the things on the mahogany table with one fluid motion and placed me on it, positioning himself between my legs. His this action shouldn't be hot to me, but it was. He is sinfully hot that it should be illegal. In the golden lights of the office, his beautiful body was shining, those abs, pecs, defined muscles, and god, his face! Those electric blues were burning on my skin with need and desire like a dangerous flame. I was no more than a moth daring to get burnt. So I welcomed the bruising kiss Ares offered with passion, uncontrolled and raw. I moaned and he groaned like an animal.

I was feeling Ares everywhere in my body, it was too much. His velvety lips were moulding against mine, hard and fast. His hands were holding on my hair and waist, pulling hard. His chest was pressing against mine. And his member, hard and eager, full of arousal, was pushing against my core. I felt high like a kite. If pleasure, when Ares was not even doing anything was so immense, I was afraid I would lose my mind when he finally did something more. Our first time was just a step into the world of ecstasy. I was yet to see his real desire. I knew the first time he controlled himself because I was losing my virginity. And tonight, it seems like he is letting go of all control.

Ares bit on my lips where he made a cut previously, drawing blood. I hissed in pain, eyes watering. Ares dragged my lip by his teeth before releasing it. I was breathing hard, feeling the drop of blood heavy on my lower lip. Ares not so gently pushed me on my back, making the things on the table fall with a clutter to the floor. Before I could recover from the sudden move, Ares ripped my turtle neck black jumper so hard that my body jerked up. I could only take in everything with a silent gasp. He is being rough. And I was not complaining. My blood was boiling hot with need. I laid still, my hands fallen by my head, chest moving through heavy breaths, eyes fixed on the devilishly hot bad boy leaning on his hands on the table admiring me like a meal he is about to eat. A meal he is going to leave no crumbs of. He bit on his lips, raking his eyes on my body covered only in a black bra and denim jeans. My skin was begging to be touched by him, arousing goosebumps wherever his eyes landed. I want him like the sun needs a sky to rise.

Ares suddenly ground his dick against my core, getting a needy whimper out of my lips. "Look at you, spread out, needy and so expressive, for me." He rasped with a proud smirk, continuing to watch me with his lip between his teeth. My body heated, eyes shyly breaking eye contact. Ares grinded so deliciously against me that I moaned loudly, holding onto the edges of the table above my head. Ares continued rubbing and grinding his huge and girthy dick over my core that I felt myself releasing something inside. Maybe I was getting already wet for him, without any preparation. My body was reacting to him so obediently. And as if he knew, he out of nowhere stopped and removed his sweatpants and briefs, releasing his achingly hard dick, packet of condoms in hand. I don't know where he got them. But seeing his arousal, and his preparation, I felt extra hot and needy. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. A thought equally satisfying as an orgasm.

Between my moans, my eyes saw something on the corner between the walls. Squinting, I properly looked at it. And my god! It was a camera! Panic and anxiety flooded my blood immediately making me sit up. "Ares! There's a camera! We can't....w-we.." I fumbled through the alarm and panicked. What if somebody was watching right now? I don't want to imagine the consequences, god! Ares's eyes turned darker and shone. He bit on my ear lobe, whispering, "Let Asrael watch me fuck what he couldn't kill." My eyes widened, he knew. Of course, he must already be aware of the cameras here, this is his house. But I, am I comfortable for this open lovemaking where his father is watching us? Before I could say a word, Ares pushed me back on my back, his one hand holding my both wrists above my head. "Let me fuck you, baby." I can never refuse Ares, even if he asked me for my life. I slowly and hesitantly nodded, still contemplating all of this. He smirked, "And let me punish you." Oh! I completely forgot that. What kind of way is he going to punish me?