The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

her fully. She melts against me as my tongue brushes over her lips, opening up for me. Fucking hell. I
don’t think I’ll ever tire of kissing her, of claiming her as mine. Raven’s arms wrap around my neck
as she rises to her tiptoes, and I smile against her lips, pulling away a little to look at her.
Laying my claim in this way in front of Diego is a petty move, but I don’t give a fuck. Especially
not when she smiles at me like that.
“This is definitely a pleasant surprise,” she murmurs. Relief washes over me at her words and the
lack of worry or guilt in her eyes. She wouldn’t touch me this way if there was anything between
them.
Raven glances at Diego and steps away a little, but I keep my arm wrapped tightly around her
waist, refusing to let her go. “This is my husband, Ares Windsor,” she tells Diego.
I recognize the displeasure in the man’s eyes as he stares at us. He’s got a thing for my wife, no
doubt. “I suppose the rumors are true, after all,” he says, his voice carrying a hint of disappointment.
Raven smiles and looks up at me. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen her smile this way. “Diego and I
are collaborating on a new fashion line. We’re co-designing some pieces that I’m really excited
about.”
I nod and brush her hair out of her face, overcome with an intense need to mark her as mine
somehow. I don’t want there to be any ambiguity when she’s around other men. I want it to be clear
that she’s mine, and I can’t make sense of it, because I’ve never been a particularly possessive man.
“I can’t wait to see your designs, Cupcake. I have no doubt they’ll be phenomenal,” I murmur.
She grins up at me, and I smile back at her, my irrational fears put at ease. It seems like she
doesn’t even realize how Diego feels about her, and I’m glad she doesn’t.
“I want a bit of your time today, Rave. I brought my laptop so I can wait for you while you work.”
Her eyes widen. “Oh! Well, I’m actually just about done. I can do the rest of my work from
home.” She turns to Diego and smiles at him as she steps away from me. “I’ll wrap up the revisions
we discussed today and send them over to you.”
He glances from me to her and nods reluctantly. I have no doubt he’d been planning to ask her out
for dinner after this meeting of theirs, but that isn’t happening on my watch.
“Then I will see you again soon, beautiful,” he says, nodding at me politely as he walks out. I turn
toward Raven when the door falls closed, barely able to contain my annoyance.
“Why was he standing so close to you?” I snap.
There’s a knowing look in her eyes, and she smiles at me so fucking sweetly. “I was fixing his tie
for him.”
“Don’t do that again,” I tell her, clenching my jaw. “The only man you’re touching is me.”
Her eyes widen in surprise, and for a moment, I expect her to tell me off. Instead, she grins. “Is
that so, Ares?” Her hands move to my tie, and she plays with it, straightening it for me. “What if I
have needs you can’t fulfill?”
A need for pure violence rushes through me at the thought of her with some other man, and my
hands wrap around her waist as I lift her up. A soft gasp escapes her lips as I carry her to her desk,
placing her at the edge of it before I spread her legs to stand between them. The skirt she’s wearing
rides up her thighs, and I catch a glimpse of her bright red underwear.
“Cupcake, there’s no need I can’t fulfill,” I promise her. My hands wrap around her thighs and I
pull her flush against me, letting her feel my rapidly hardening cock. “You will not turn toward
anyone but me, you hear me? If you want sex, I’ll give it to you. I’ll fuck you right here on this fucking
desk if you want me to. Don’t even fucking dream of being with anyone else. Am I making myself
clear?”