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Chapter Eleven
ARES
I know I’m dreaming when I see her smile at me so innocently, her body pressed against mine. I’ve
been having this exact same dream for years. She’s wearing that same red dress that she always wears
in this dream, the one she was wearing on Sierra’s 21 st birthday.
It’s so short that bending her over will expose her tight ass, and the fabric strains against her
breasts, barely containing her beautiful body.
“Ares,” she begs, “please.”
It’s been years since I last saw her look so shy. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Raven,”
I whisper, my hand tangling into her hair. I clench my jaw and ball my fist in her hair as I tilt her face
up toward mine.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her pupils slightly dilated. The way she’s panting betrays her
desire. She looks like she’s silently begging me to kiss her, to ruin the red lipstick she’s wearing.
“I know exactly what I’m asking for, Ares.”
My cock is throbbing inside my jeans as I turn us both over, pushing her against the wall. “You
shouldn’t even be here, little girl. You’re too young. Too innocent. What do you think you’re doing,
huh?”
She smiles at me and slides her hands up my chest slowly, until she’s got her arms wrapped
around my neck. “I’m not as innocent as you think.”
I narrow my eyes at her and take a step closer to her, caging her in, my body pressed against hers.
“What does that mean?” The back of my hand trails over her face, my touch possessive. “This isn’t
the first time you sneaked into a man’s bedroom late at night?”
She looks to her left and smiles. “No.”
I smirk at her and move my hand back into her hair, needing her with a desperation I can’t
quantify. All night, she’s been looking at me like she wants me to bend her over and fuck her, but I
didn’t think she’d act on her desire.
“Little liar,” I whisper as I lean in further, my lips hovering over hers. “You know I hate it when
people lie to me, Raven. Don’t make me punish you.”
She tilts her head a little, her lips brushing over mine hesitantly. “Punish me, Ares. I’m begging
you,” she whispers back.