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

breakfast, you were sitting there with your arm around her, telling everyone you were dating. It broke
me.”
His hands roam over my body, and he lifts me up against the wall. I wrap my legs around him to
hold myself up, feeling more vulnerable than I ever have before.
“When I woke up with her, I knew I lost my chance with you, Raven. I knew I could never have
you after sleeping with your sister. I was as hurt as you were, Cupcake. The one I wanted was never
her. It’s always been you. Only you.”
I burst into tears, and he takes his time to kiss each and every one of them away. “Ares, a few
days later I tried to talk to you about it. Do you remember? You were in the living room at Grandma’s,
and I asked you when you got together with Hannah, and what it’d mean for our engagement. I asked
you if you ever felt anything for me, and if I ever meant anything to you at all.” I sniff, tears falling
uncontrollably. “I still remember the way my voice trembled, the fear I felt as I voiced those
questions. You looked at me with such pity and shot me down. You said that you considered me
family, and that you were going to ask Grandma to break our engagement, because you’d never see me
as anything but Hannah’s sister.” Ares tightens his grip on me, but I can’t face him. “You broke my
heart, and I never recovered. Throughout the years, the two of you continued to make stabs at my
heart, and I can’t take much more. I can’t do it, Ares. I’m begging you, please stop destroying what’s
left of me.”
He cups my cheek and forces me to face him, his eyes filled with the same anguish I feel. “I love
you,” he tells me. “I loved you then, and I love you now. Hell, if I’m truly honest with myself, I never
stopped.”
He leans in, his lips brushing over mine as he kisses me, his touch filled with desperation. “I
thought I lost my chance with you, Raven. I did what I could to ensure I could keep you in our lives.”
He drops his forehead to mine and inhales shakily. “Throughout the years, I took as much as you’d
give me, finding any excuse to spend some time with you. I’d attend fashion shows under the guise of
having to network, just so I could catch a glimpse of you. Most of the time, I could even fool myself,
telling myself I was just looking out for you when it was so much more than that. It was wrong and
deep down I knew it, but I couldn’t stay away. I told myself that it’d be okay so long as I never
crossed the line, but fuck, being around you and not having you… yeah, that fucking killed me. I swear
to you, I’ll spend the rest of our lives making up for lost time. Hannah won’t get away with this — I
swear it. Raven, I will never hurt you again.”
He kisses me, his touch different this time. It feels far more emotional, more desperate. “Baby,”
he groans, his hands moving to my ass. “I love you, Raven.”
I thread my hands through his hair and grip tightly. “I love you too, Ares. I always have.”
“I’ll never let you go again,” he promises me, his lips pressed against my neck.
I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock, placing it right where I want it. He looks
into my eyes as he pushes into me, taking his time.
“I’ll never walk away. You’re it for me, baby. No matter what,” he vows.
He pushes into me all the way, and I cry out. Ares fucks me against the wall in our shower, his
eyes on mine, and for a few moments, it’s like nothing else matters. The whole world melts away until
it’s just me and him. I let myself believe that we can make it through anything, that nothing could ever
tear us apart.
I should’ve known better.