Page 76 of Carry Your Debt

I narrow my eyes. “I suppose peace was never an option, then, huh?”

Ares doesn’t answer my low taunt with words, but by bursting forth with all the delicious power and aggression of an apex predator denied their prey for far too long. Giant, tattooed hands scoop around my naked thighs, the motion jerking my ass up high and forcing my legs to wrap around his hips.

Then he’s moving us until we’re colliding roughly with the nearest vertical surface.

The corrugated wall of the makeshift structure groans on impact.

Ares’s face instantly buries between those tiny, offensive mounds of mine while one hand is busy desperately tearing down his shorts. The hot length of him slaps against my coveredmound the moment it’s free and—fuck me—he’s definitely working with somethingthick.

Strangely, I find the fact he hasn’t even attempted to kiss me during this whole sordid process exactly one part comforting, one part insulting.

Oblivious to my wandering thoughts, and without a shred of warning—he grabs a hold of my thong and tears completely through it.

Okay,then.

“You clean?” he rasps against my collarbone, spearing two large fingers inside as he does. They enter with no resistance, of course; not with the absolute carnage going on down there.

“Clean. Covered,” I gasp back.

He withdraws them without a word, but I’m too distracted by the sharp, punishing nip of his mouth over one of my nipples, tugging the piercing there between his teeth. The flimsy material of the bralette gives about as much pushback as my pussy did his questing fingers.

Exactly zero.

“Good,” he growls, and with a bend of his knees, he lines himself up and then he’s driving into me so hard the wall rattles again.

“Fuck!” My eyes disappear into the back of my skull with the combined surge of pleasure and pain at his unapologetic breach. There’s also the extra pressure and drag of a large ring I wasn’t expecting, but considering the rest of his canvas, shouldn’t at all be surprised by.

“Shit,” he curses against my neck as he straightens, “can’t fucking believe it.”

Neither can I, big guy.

And then Ares is rutting into me like this is both the first and last time; all the building frustration and tension between us translated into each violent thrust. I can’t breathe, let aloneform coherent words. I just let the clench of my cunt and his desperate, answering strokes speak them for the both of us.

Hard, fast, and punishing.

Just the way I prefer it.

By the time I feel the orgasm building...burning…and finallybursting, the locker room wall is very much in danger of coming down around us.

“Fuck, Winters,yes,” Ares pants out, a bead of sweat winging its way down his temple, “I’m right there. Are you there?”

“Ah, fuck,now,” I cry my response into the sweat-slicked, auburn mess of his crown.

With my words, he grunts once against my skin, rough hands yanking my hips tight against him as he spills inside me.

Our twin breaths are unnaturally loud in the silence that follows, chests heaving in sync. He takes his time slipping out of me, easing me back down to the ground with uncharacteristic gentleness. With Ares no longer inside me, our combined mess gleefully coats the inside of my wobbly thighs.

“Not bad, Winters,” he barks, tucking himself back into his shorts with a nod.

Be still my heart.“Ah, you say such sweet things, Jameson,” I quip back, with absolutely no heat. I feel sore and achy and yet so incredibly light.

I watch with further amusement as he reaches down and snatches up the shredded remains of my underwear. I only raise my brow at him, silently saluting another fallen comrade. But now, I wish I was still on good terms with our Accountants—I kind of want to know whether or not I can claim ongoing lingerie replacement as a work expense.

“Spoils of war,” he declares with another smug shrug, before tucking them safely into the band of his shorts.

I can’t help but grin at his caveman antics, but he doesn’t return it. His expression quickly sobers instead. Simmeringamber eyes hold me hostage with their intensity. “Don’t fucking break us, Winters.”

And as he turns his back, I could swear he adds a muttered, “Not again.”

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