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Only she can do that.

We kiss… and we fuck.

Again and again.

Leaving me determined to prove how perfect she is for us.

How worthy she is to be in our ruthless society.

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MY EVERGREEN

~GEMINI~

“A-Ares. Someone’s going to see,” I grunt and moan when he’s already seven inches deep. “Ah…”

“Keep moaning like that,” he grinds in encouragement, further lifting me as if I’m not already on my tiptoes. “You come to this stadium wearing this short-as-fuck skirt and think I’m letting you be seen without a hint of punishment?”

There’s no point in trying to reply. Our sloppy, noisy kisses are the answers he needs to keep doing exactly what he intends to do.

Fuck me as punishment.

Ares has to be anxious or nervous about something to lose his usual conservative persona in a public place like this, but I guess today is a stressful day with this league game.

We’re all feeling the tension, and now that we’re here at the stadium, with plenty of important people who can change your life in a nutshell, it’s contributing to his lack of control.

That’s why he needs to reel it in somehow.

Using me, his Maiden, as recoil.

“Fuck,” he curses and nestles his head into my shoulder, breathing manically. “Keep sucking me up like that, Canary. You fucking love when I punish you.”

“Yes.” I moan the truth. Despite my Kings being nicer to me than in the beginning, I get a dangerous thrill from these moments. To be fucked mercilessly and left with marked bruises that prove how rough they are with my rather frail body.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the side glances and intrigued looks women and men give me when I walk through the courtyard after we came back from the trip.

Wearing far too short skirts that flaunt my body, which has gained a lot more muscle and a bit of fat in the perfect areas. There’s a notable difference in my physique, and I love it. The way I feel stronger and not so frail. My skin has more color, and the medicines I’ve been taking have been having good effects, despite the recent seizure from the Fight Club incident.

My self-esteem has risen, and I’m willing to flaunt it differently. Not in a slut way to make it seem like I’m a prize anyone can have, but a medal only champions can wear.

Ruthless royals who don’t hesitate to flaunt and mark what they’ve wholeheartedly earned.

“That’s it,” he coos, slamming hard into me. My arm is tightly around his neck, while my other hand is gripping the side of the counter behind us. “A bit more, Sweet Canary. Let me hear you sing.”

I know my moans turn him on the most. The way my pitch rises without realizing it. I can’t control it, and maybe that’s what gets him off since he’s the one igniting these outcries of pleasure and bliss.

“Ares,” I whimper his name, realizing how close I am. That ecstatic explosion is at the peak of destruction, making my toes curl as he practically lifts me before hammering swiftly into me.

His loud groan, matched with my gasping whimper, is hopefully lost in the closet and not heard outside in the busy stadium hall.

“Eva,” he moans my name, catching his breath desperately as he fills me up. “You better be good for the rest of the night, or I’m not going to last.” He lifts his head and devours me with his dominating lips.

“I’ll be good,” I decide to agree. I don’t have a choice. I didn’t think wearing a short blue skirt with white knees highs and my hair in pigtails would be hot enough to be dragged to the nearest closet and fucked ferociously.

I’m enjoying it very much.

“You’re fogging up my glasses.”

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