His eyes flash with raw power. Pinning me in place, he drives into me. Wedged between my legs, his thumb tortures my asshole as he mercilessly fucks me into the mattress.
Biting my earlobe, he pulls a rasped cry from my lips.
“Deny me all you want. Curse me until the day I die, but your body, malyshka…your body wants me fucking it until we’re both dead.”
He controls the direction of my head with a twist of my hair. He kisses the corner of my mouth taking my throat in hand as he sinks one final time into my core. His harsh breathing is loud in my ear, jacking up my own.
My walls clamp around him, hold him as tightly as he’s holding me.
And then I do the unthinkable. I shimmy my hips, suck his length deeper and pull his milk into my womb.
“Fucking minx. You wicked angel. You want me?”
He pulls out and thrusts so deeply inside me I rock forward, feeling the burn on my knees.
Holding my hair in his grip he drives into me several more times before his cock swells with his need for release. He shouts through his release, muscle upon muscle clenches and ripples.
Heat crackles between us. Ropes of his cum spill into the condom. With each pulse of his release more of my sanity and control slips away. He consumes me. Utterly and completely. There’s not a part of me his body isn’t touching.
He releases my hair and withdraws the cuff of his hand around my throat. Drawing in deep gulps of air I move to my side. Ares, breathing harshly, pulls me to him and we both collapse in a sweaty heap in the middle of the bed.
I go to move but his arm clamps down. “Stay put.”
I watch his naked form move across the room to the bathroom. Those scars on his back are a stark contrast to the shadows consuming the light.
Thirty minutes later Ares is breathing heavily beside me. I slip from beneath the covers, pull on another of his shirts then toe on my jeans and boots. Music from the rager downstairs muffles my shuffling around.
I try all the pockets but find nothing. With the lamp in a low setting it gives off just enough light that I spy the keys on the nightstand. Beside it is a silver and gold switchblade with letter engravings down the side of the handle.
Bingo, baby.
The only drawback—both lay four inches from his face.
Shit.
I eye the clock and it’s marching closer to closing time down at Jacobs.
Double shit. I skip looking for a jacket and head straight for my target. Enough adrenaline churns through my system I’ll be warm at the top of Mount Everest anyway. The keys to the old chevy parked among the expensive Jaguars and whatever the other shiny ones are. Not my forte; I just know Ares would probably cry if something happened to them. A terribly wicked idea comes to mind. One the devil himself will drag me to hell for.
My heart in my throat, the knife in my back pocket, and the keys in my hand, I don’t stop running until I’m standing outside.
Knees to chest Olympic runner style I vault like a gazelle over gravel and manicured lawn until I hit the door to the garage. “Unlocked. Thank you, baby Jesus.”
I work the blade open and bury it inside three cars worth of brand-new tires. Some of them have white walls. Those I know are expensive. Burn. Maybe he’ll reconsider using cuffs on women from now on. I drive the blade a little deeper on the last tire and take great satisfaction at the pop and hiss.
For all of five seconds, I consider the Harley’s lined out front. But see a light spring to life on the third floor. I jump in the old truck luckily parked along the side of the garage and key the ignition. Metal grinds and creaks. Custom black leather, polished everything, and an old-timey radio dating back to the original date of the truck gleam with pride. Which makes this all the sweeter.
I pat the big steering wheel. My stars must all be sitting pretty and in alignment or my guardian angel is working overtime keeping me alive. Either way, I don’t have to gun the ignition and bust my way through the iron gate of the Compound when I reach the end of the drive. Some unlucky moron left it wide open and I ride right on out. He’ll be getting a piece of his ass handed to him when Ares finds out. Probably Devil.
I slam on the brakes and consider my options. South takes me to the city where I’ll find Jacob. West I can ride until the gas runs out.
I accelerate and throw my hand out the window with a middle finger salute.
“Do svidaniya,Ares.” Good bye.
Twelve
Nova