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Luna

"Get in," he orders when we arrive at his car parked haphazardly nearby. "You're not leaving my line of sight until I tell you to. No fucking arguments."

Ares strides around the car, clasping my elbow and opening the passenger door. I'm pushed into the seat and he quickly takes the driver's seat in his BMW.

"Why do I feel like you're mad at me?" I ask, softly. "I should be the one mad, no, furious at you. You're extremely infuriating."

He doesn't appear to be fuming, like he was earlier on, yet the tick of his perfect jaw tells me there's still some anger unresolved beneath his composed surface.

I don't feel frightened of him, though. He did scare me a little, but he's no danger to me, except, maybe, to my heart.

"I swear to God, if you're playing with my emotions, I'll run you over with my aunt's car."

"Okay," he mumbled, airily.

"Believe it."

The drive to his home is barely fifteen minutes, we don't speak for the remainder of the ride. I am not sure what's going on in his head as he maintains his impassive look. I certainly know what I want from him; I want to know what's going in that brain of his.

He needs to stop being a mystery to me. It was getting exhausting for me to figure his next move.

My breath hitches as we arrive at our destination. Magnificent iron gates creak opened, slowly revealing a mansion of epic proportions. The structure is glowing subtly in the distance, lit up by floodlights dotted around the grounds.

I stared at the image in front of me in astonishment. Ares practically lived in a beautiful palace, because this, in no way should ever be categorised as mundane as the term home.

He car standstill under the canopied driveway on the front of the house.

I darted a wide-eyed look to Ares, finding his stunning eyes studying me. I don't look away, waiting for him to make the next move.

He appears to be thinking hard as he shuts off the engine and descended out and walked his way around to me.

Opening the door, he finds my eyes, and I can see reassurance in them as he holds his hand out to me. "Give me your hand."

My response to him automatic, my hand crawls to take his hand, as I remove myself from the car while savouring that familiar feeling of internal lightning bolts attacking me. It's more incredible each time I experience it.

"Do you feel it too?" He's undoubtedly referring to the igniting current that he too is experiencing as our skin touch.

"Yeah," I murmur.

He repositioned his hand to get a better grip on me.

The huge double doors before me are wide open when we reach them. It's embedded with concrete pillars on either side, flanking the grand entrance, guarded by two scary looking big men. Both of the suited men nod as we pass.

"That's some exceptional security for you," I said, baffled.

"My father is a big deal in the business world and naturally he has enemies, this is just to evade any life threatening situation," he replied, looking ahead.

I had heard about real estate mogul, Ares' father, Sedric Torrance, his binding power and huge empire was not built overnight, but passed on to him by his father.

I try not to look too awed when we enter, as I take in the grandeur of Ares' home. A double staircase curves up both sides of the extensive entrance hall, stretching to a galleried landing that circles the space, a massive chandelier suspended from the high ceiling, the crystals dripping down nearly meeting the floor where I'm standing.

It looked more like a luxurious hotel than a home. It missed warmth and a touch of love.

I can do nothing more than follow him as he takes the stairs slowly, still clasping my hand.

I noticed the elaborate art hanging on the walls, the striped carpet with gold stair bars in the crook of each step, the intricately corniced ceiling.

Despite my overwhelming surroundings, my eyes seemed to linger over and over on his beautiful ass, his muscular thighs. I envisioned those thighs between my legs, my legs wrapped around his nicely shaped waist while he pounded inside me...

Oh, God, I need help.

Lost in my trance of steamy scenarios, I missed one of the steps and plummeted forward, heading for the backs of those thighs. "Oh, shit."

"Careful." Ares swiveled and caught me, his ass hitting a step as he held on my hips. My state of position had me kneeled on a step below him, his long legs spread wide. His hold tightened along with his jaw. I felt stifling hot, my eyes locked on his chest before me. "When did you become so tardy, Luna."

"Forgive me for losing my balance, your highness," I shot at him. "It's because of these heels, idiot. I am not used to wearing them. My feet are aching so bad." I half-lied through my teeth.

In reality, I was just distracted by his rear, but won't divulge and let him have satisfaction. Plus, those heels were killing my feet.

"Oh, Ares...'

Words escaped me when he scooped me up in his strong arms as if I weighed nothing and pushed onward. I had no option but to cling onto his shoulders, my feelings, my nose and eyes enjoying the closeness.

"You didn't have to carry me."

"I don't want you falling and injuring yourself. I know it's to pretend to not be distracted by me," he said after a beat. "Staring at my ass, aren't you a little perv?" His voice had an inclination of teasing tone.

I flushed as he came to his own conclusion, which was correct.

"I was not," I said, mortified.

"If it helps you, I find you very distracting as well." I bit the inside of my cheek, concealing the little blush. "Oh, Luna," he sighed, enjoying my mortified state.

As he slowly walked each step to his floor, I presumed, my heart started thumping, getting louder with each step he took.

He walked into an empty corridor, then dropped me to my feet. We stand in front of a huge black shiny door. The door opens, Ares steps to the side and gestures for me to step in.

As soon as I step inside his space, his masculine scent hits me like a wave. There is Ares on every inch of this surface, even the air I breathe in.

His 'bedroom' was not a typical bedroom. It appears more like a luxurious penthouse house. Entirely black with gold and silver fixtures, it was a work of art.

I took in the high ceilings, spacious living room, and a full wall of windows, giving away the beautiful patio courtyard, a gold indoor pool, black marble, black wall paint. It was simply lavish.

Warmth had spread throughout my body, thanks to the heated floors. He had a black swarovski crystal chandelier that almost touched the floor, emitting deep gold light.

The living room is subtle, glamorous and refined, with dark wood, chrome accents and a palette of gold and black. The sofa's looked straight out of a decor magazine with cantilevered chairs with nickel bases.

It's gleaming foyer featured a floating marble and glass staircase, elegantly set with glass handrail that led upstairs to his actual bedroom space. It had the same swarovski chandelier of shimmering crystals as in his living room that reflect off the aural staircase

The minimalist color scheme added notes of opulence and warmth.

I admired my beautiful surroundings, because it was the only thing that helped me take my head off the increased heat I felt in the atmosphere, not courtesy of the heated floor.

I stood in the middle of the room, fidgety and nervous. I bit my lip turning away from the person that made me feel all kinds of unfamiliar flutters in my stomach, shivers on my skin, blushing, crazy with desires... for him.

"Luna," he uttered my name in a breathy whisper, and my body rolled with something that mystified me. "Look at me." His deep voice resonated throughout the room.

Footsteps approached me. I felt his cold palm on the base of my neck, comforting, as I slowly turned to face him. He's standing very close to me.

When I thought he would seal his mouth on mine with a kiss instead, he guided me toward his sofa and pushed me down.

"You should rest your feet. I am sure they must be aching." His lips quirk in a sly smirk.

Ares made his way over to the wooden table before emptying the contents of a crystal pitcher in a glass, taking a few sips of it.

He handed me his glass. "Drink this." When I smelled the contents of the glass, he chuckled, shaking his head. "It's water. You should have some."

The loss of his jacket made my breath hitch in my throat, in clear light, the white material of his shirt licking every inch of his torso - a torso that I can see is sharp, hard, and defined.

I look up, my eyes following the path of his glass to his lips. I took the glass from him, raised it to my lips, not leaving his eyes. I was compelled by those greener than amazon eyes, they rendered me incapable of anything except trying to comprehend his sheer presence.

His figure loomed over me, studying me with intensity that left me breathless and restless. He was intentionally trying to make me squirm under his captivating hold. It was working.

"Say some. Anything." I was edging of frustration from his lack of response. "Stop whatever you're trying to do."

"Is it working?" he asked. I don't answer him. He takes a seat beside me.

My heart rate is sped up, even more so when he reached to clasp me under my knees, encouraging me to shift forward on the couch until there's only a few inches between our faces.

He doesn't say anything, and neither do I. Our breathy gasps collided between our closed mouths. We're both bursting at the seams with desire. His face moves forward, a lock of hair falling onto his forehead making him look even more sexier.

His lips don't meet mine, instead he kisses my cheeks, breathing heavy, controlled breaths into my ear. My face pushing into his is involuntary, as is the heaviness settling between my thighs.

"I absolutely hate myself for letting you go. I didn't realize how empty my life had been before you," he whispered, his grasp of my knees increasing. 'I've tried my hardest to move on from you, make my head understand that you didn't mean anything to me, but you're a constant vision wherever I look. I couldn't keep lying to myself anymore."

"Ares." I inhaled deeply and my hands rose to seek out his thick waves, my fingers threading through it's silkiness. "You told me that you couldn't be with me, deal with my emotions, you don't want to be in a relationship with love in it. All the hurtful things you said and did..." I reminded him.

Fear crawled in my chest as I thought about the possibility of Ares's withdrawal from our relationship if kept talking about his initial reluctance to bring feelings into our arrangement.

I will lose my mind if he'll do that.

"Please, I know everything I said and I regret each one of them." His face slid across mine until his perfect forehead rested against my own. His forehead rolls across mine slowly, carefully. "Luna, I need to feel you."

"Then take me." He reaches up to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking smooth circles on my temple.

"You're so innocent. Your offer is tempting, but I don't want to force you into doing anything you're not ready for, besides, we have so much left to talk."

His scent tantalized my senses. I nuzzled his neck and then tasted his skin. I don't know whether it was my imagination, or did his heartbeat stutter?

It only gave me the courage to put my mouth on his neck. I sucked gently, just like he had sucked on my skin , nursing the area with kisses before I sat back to examine my work.

Ares had hurt more than anyone yet I was gambling on my heart, giving me another chance.

"Luna."

I rested my forehead against his and surrendered. "I know there are a lot of unsaid things between us, but tonight I want you to feel me and I want to feel you everywhere.

His eyes bored into my own. "Why?"

"Because I love you."

Something shifted in his eyes. "If you let me have you, there's no turning back."

"I know." I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He grabbed my face, angled it the way he wanted it, and kissed me. It was not one of his slow-moving intoxicating kisses, no, this time, there was nothing sweet about it. It was wild and feral.

My mind went blank as he applied pressure on my cheeks, forcing my mouth open to accept his tongue, which invaded with a sensual thrust that made her nipples tingle. He tasted delicious. There was something dangerous about the taste of his kisses. It was addictive.

I fell into his touch. He kept my mouth busy, drinking from it so deeply, I felt drunk. I hummed when he unzipped his pants and then wrapped my hand around him.

"Do you remember the time when you went down on me?"

I hadn't forgotten it at all. Not the taste of him, the size of his hands, or the cock that I had tasted or the taste of his cum. The taste of him was embedded in my head.

His hand closed over mine, telling me without words exactly what he wanted.

His sultry voice let out a deep groan making me feel crazy. "This outfit had me hard the moment you showed up at the party." He pushed off his jacket from my shoulders, my torn turtleneck was swiftly tossed over my head.

I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling chilled as I was left clad in a lace bra,

His large hand closed over my breast. He squeezed and released, making my blood run hot. When he squeezed my nipple, I let out a loud mewl, and his dick jumped in my hand.

Ares yanked me forward with a tight grip on my ass, and buried his face between my breasts. I braced my hands on the back of the couch and looked down at the erotic sight.

He lapped at my left nipple through the lace.

"Ares," I said impatiently and gripped a handful of his hair.

He smiled and then closed his mouth around my nipple and sucked. I tipped my head back and closed my eyes as he sent electrical shocks within my body with each pull.

One of his hands slid inside my skirt, bypassing my panties , then pressed against my aching pussy. I rocked my hips, creating friction between us.

He switched to my other nipple and began the process again. Nuzzle, kiss, suck. I ran my hands through his hair as he tempted my mind away from my worries and created a reality focused on carnal pleasure.

"Tell me you're ready," he demanded.

"I am."

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