Cruel War (The Gilded Sovereign 1)

So why am I just standing here?

“I’m not staying,” I inform him, before turning to walk away. I’m four steps away from his door, when a hand grips me, so harshly, I almost stumble, but strong arms wrap around my midsection before I’m hauled backward, farther into the bedroom.

The door is kicked shut, and I’m released. I pivot, my gaze landing on Ares in nothing but the mischievous grin on his handsome face. His body is bare of any clothes, and I can’t stop my eyes from dropping to the thick cock that’s jutting from his hips.

I can feel my cheeks heat. The flush of them apparent, and I wonder if he can see the pink hue trailing from my face down to my chest.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I grit through clenched teeth. I want to turn and leave the room, but when I lift my eyes, I find his shining with mischief.

“Like I said, little flower, you’re not leaving.”

His hand lands on the wall behind me; he’s once again caged me in, but I don’t fight it. My body aches low in my stomach, and I allow him to run his knuckles over my jaw. His eyes are fire, burning into me. Ares lowers his mouth, brushing full lips against my trembling ones.

When he finally steals my breath, I arch into him, causing him to growl. The animalistic sound is low and feral. His hands roam their way to my hips, gripping me so hard that I’m certain he’s bruising me, marking me as his.

I’m his toy, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Our tongues duel like warriors in war, slashing against each other in violent, passionate licks. A dance of desire laced with the danger of violence.

Ares lifts me against him, carrying me to the bed and laying me down far too gently. But that doesn’t last long, because the moment he opens his fire-laden eyes, I’m scorched beyond repair. He practically rips my yoga pants from my body. My panties are next to go, and soon, I’m naked, taking note of my tank top that’s been discarded in a pile of torn material.

I take in every inch of him. Tightly packed, which makes me lick my lips as toned muscles tense and release. His abs are defined to peaks and valleys of beautiful flesh. A deep V points toward a thick cock that’s hard and shimmering with his arousal.

When I finally meet his gaze, it’s drenched in absolute power. A man so young wields power me with one single glance.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He arches a brow as if he’s challenging me, and I’m about to fall apart. But I don’t.

Keeping my composure, the bare minimum that’s there, I smile. “Give me your worst.” The taunt makes the corner of his mouth kick up.

He nudges between my thighs and then his mouth attacks me with a vengeance: my neck, my shoulders, and when he reaches my breasts, his mouth latches on to one peaked bud, suckling it into his mouth.

My hands tangle in his dark strands, tugging him closer, needing more of him. My back arches and my toes curl when his teeth graze along my nipple, sending jolts of desire and pleasure shooting through me like an electric spark coming to life.

Hungry lips move lower, over my belly button, until he stops at the juncture between my thighs. I’m already trembling and needy. All I want is him inside me, but he doesn’t move.

His breath is warm as it whispers over my hot core, causing me to tremble under him. He’s toying with my body, a master at the pleasure he’s bestowing on me, and I can’t stop whimpering for more. With a long, slow, torturous lick, he tastes me, and I can’t stop myself from crying out his name.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he tells me. “Now remember, that’s the name you’ll be screaming when you come.” That’s my only warning before he crashes his mouth down on me and licks, laves, and sucks on my clit until stars blind me behind my shut eyelids.

I can’t focus. My heart is thrumming, my stomach slowly tightens with the impending orgasm. Ares sinks two fingers into me, gently, slowly fucking me at a pace that’s turning my body inside out. He works me into a frenzy, and with every moan, he moves faster. Soon, I’m arching off the bed as his hand moves at a violent pace.

I raise my hips to meet his mouth, again and again. A low chuckle vibrates from his lips to mine. “That’s it, my little flower, fall apart for me.” His voice is laced with thick desire as I tug his face against me. My toes curl into the mattress when Ares dips his fingers so deep inside me I see stars, as he sends me tipping over the edge of madness.