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

baby. Your pussy was made me for me, I just know it.”
I shake my head, and he bites down on his lip as he holds still to give me a chance to adjust. I
doubt he realizes how surreal this moment is for me. I’ve wanted him for so long, and here we are.
“Ares! Boss, where are you?” My eyes widen when I hear a voice from the distance that I vaguely
recognize.
“Fuck!” Ares shouts. He pushes off me and takes off his t-shirt at lightning speed. Before I even
realize what’s going on, he’s pulling my arms through his t-shirt and covering me up as best as he can.
He pats my thighs to ensure my ripped pants are fully covered before he even bothers to pull his
sweats up.
Dom walks in a split second later. “Ares! There’s been a change to today’s schedule, and I
couldn’t reach you.”
He walks further into the room and sees me hidden behind Ares’s broad back. “Mrs. Windsor,” he
says, grinning, his eyes moving between the two of us.
“Dom.” I nod at him.
“Get out, Dom,” Ares snaps, his eyes flashing with anger.
Dom smirks as he follows Ares’s order, pure amusement written all over his face.
Ares runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “I… I need to go, Cupcake.”
I smile at him and nod. “Go.” My voice is soft, reluctant.
“Remember, Raven. I never break a promise.”
I blush as he rises to his feet. “I’ll hold you to it.”
He grins at me as he walks away, pausing by the door. “Don’t forget to meet me at the jeweler’s
later. Our appointment is today. I’ll text you the address.”
I nod, butterflies erupting in my stomach. I forgot about our rings. I glance down at my empty ring
finger and smile, my heart filled with cautious hope.