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“Oh, fuck me, enough!” Adonis exclaims, pretending to be exasperated.

“Don’t you see we’re all single?” Atlas adds, gesturing to himself and Ares.

“I’m actually married,” Adrian interjects, raising his hand.

“No one was talking to you,” Atlas playfully retorts, pointing at Adrian. The waiter returns, placing everyone’s drinks down, except for mine.

“If you need anything, let me know, sugar,” she says with a flirtatious smile, grazing her hand down Ares’ bicep before leaving. I feel a pang of jealousy rise within me, but I quickly push it aside, not wanting to ruin the mood.

Ares slides his drink over to me. “Here, you can have mine,” he says, offering me a reassuring smile.

I take a sip of the whiskey, relishing its warmth as it trickles down my throat. Ares’ brothers are engrossed in the hockey match playing on the TV, their attention fully occupied. I take a moment to steal a glance at Ares, admiring the way the dim lighting in the bar highlights his features.

I brush my thumb gently against his chin, turning his face towards me. I meet his eyes with a mischievous glint in mine and take another sip of the whiskey, savouring its taste.

As I look ahead, I notice the waitress observing me intently. A playful idea crosses my mind, and I decide to tease Ares a little. I lean closer to him and whisper softly, “you want some?” I offer him the glass, but before he can take it, I take another sip, ensuring that my lips touch the edge of the glass.

Ares glances down at me, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. With a daring smile, I press my lips firmly against his. The whiskey transfers into his mouth as I use my tongue to push it in. He’s taken by surprise at first, but it doesn’t take long for him to catch on. Aroused by the unexpected boldness, he grabs the back of my head, deepening the kiss. The taste of whiskey lingers on our lips as we continue the passionate exchange, losing ourselves in the moment.

Eventually, we pull away, both of us slightly breathless. Ares looks at me with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

“You’re full of surprises, Angel,” he murmurs, his voice husky.

I look back at the waiter, anger flashing through her eyes instead of flirtation.

Got you.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

ALEXANDRA JONES

ICONTINUE SKETCHING ON THE CANVAS, LOOKING up to see Ares fiddling with my stuff. I shake my head and push my canvas to the side, sliding off my bed as I slowly make my way to him. “I can’t paint you if you keep moving.” I rest my hands onto his thighs, and he drops the paintbrush a small smile spreading across his face.

“I can’t concentrate, I’ve been sitting here for two hours now.” My hands slowly move up his thighs.

“I can make you concentrate another way...” I murmur seductively, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

He grabs my wrist, shaking his head with a mix of desire and caution. “You don’t want that—not with Coraline downstairs.” Ares tries to resist, but I can sense the temptation in his voice.

I slowly fall to my knees, my eyes never leaving his. The air in the room feels charged with tension and desire. I reach for his belt, my fingers moving fast as I undo it, I then unbutton his trousers and attempt to slide it down. He was hesitant at first, but with a slight tug he gives up. I can feel the heat radiating from him, and it only fuels my own desire. “But what if I do want that?” I whisper, my breath warm against his skin as I slide my hand inside his boxers, teasing him with gentle touches.

Ares takes a sharp intake of breath, trying to maintain his composure.

I take his cock out of his boxers, and it is already hard-veiny and thick. I brush my thumb over his tip, and he tenses as I begin to rub up and down. I look up at him as he rushes his hand through the top of my hair, I bring his tip towards my lips and allow my tongue to swirl around it-teasing him. I watch as his head falls back once I push a couple inches of him further into my mouth, I wanted to gag-to choke because of how big he was.

I wasn’t used to having something like this inside my mouth.

His fingers rush through my hair, I glance up at him whilst his cock was deep in my mouth-I rub the bit I couldn’t fit.

He groans and grabs my head before looking at me.

“I’m sorry Angel…fuck!”

Why is he apologising?

And then suddenly, he takes charge and begin to thrust into my mouth. I grab onto his wrist as he fucks my mouth, saliva spills from the side and I watch as he moans my name. Big wide eyes.

“Fuck, just like that.” He pushes me down and keeps me there, with his dick in my mouth suffocating my airways. I cough onto my saliva around his dick, my eyes watering as I look up at him.

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