Page 70 of Major Penalty

“You scream like that again, and I’ll put you on your knees in the living room.”

I bite my lip at his words, feeling that familiar heat travel lower and lower.

No. Focus.

“This is a crime,” I gasp, panting now from fighting him and my own brain. “We’re literally going to jail. I don’t have a record.”

The moment he sets me down, he walks toward the back doors, to the pool area overlooking the ocean, like he didn’t just throw me over his shoulder and break into someone’s beach house.

I stand there in the middle of the open-concept living room, trying to remember how to breathe. My heart is pounding. My hands are shaking. And he’s heading straight for the outdoor bar.

“What are you doing?” I run after him, glancing around like someone’s about to jump out and arrest us. “We need to go. Now.”

He doesn’t answer; he just pulls open a sleek, stainless-steel mini fridge tucked beneath the outdoor bar and grabs a bottle of wine, then a fruit tray.

He casually sets both down on the marble countertop with all the calm of a man in his own kitchen. He’s acting like we’re not literally inside someone’s million-dollar coastal home.

He pops the cork and pours a glass while I stare at him in disbelief.

“Ares!” I hiss. “We need to leave before someone calls the cops!”

He rounds the bar, circling me like a predator, then steps closer. One long, unhurried stride and then another, until my back meets the cool press of the bar behind me. My heart is pounding as I tilt my head back to look at him. All six feet too much of him. He lifts his arms and rests them on either side of me, palms flat on the cold marble, his chest close enough that I feel his heat through my clothes.

He’s caged me in.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing my ear as he murmurs, his voice low and wicked, “You like the thrill, don’t you?”

I try to deny it, but the truth is—I do like it. The danger, the recklessness, the thrill of toeing a line I was never meant to cross. And the irony isn’t lost on me—I'm the girl who always plays it safe. I swallow hard, my pulse quickening.

“No, I don’t,” I lie, but my voice cracks. I can feel the heat pooling between my legs, the undeniable pull of everything I shouldn’t want but can’t resist. Like breaking into a stranger’s home with one of my dad’s players, who also took my virginity last night.

Ares doesn’t care about my denial. He’s not waiting for permission. He’s pushing me up against the bar, his body so close I can feel his muscles pressing into me. His lips hover near my neck, brushing against my skin, sending a shiver through me.

“Such a bad liar,” he murmurs before his mouth finds my neck. His lips are soft at first, but the moment he bites down gently, I gasp, my body responding to him in ways I can’t control. He pulls back, looking down at me with blue fire in his eyes.

“You like the rush of doing something you’re not supposed to do.”

His brow lifts, and he glances down at my mouth.

I don’t have to look in the mirror to know I’m already flushed, already burning. He knows I’m getting wet from the thrill alone, from the fear of being caught with him.

And then his knee presses between my thighs, parting them slightly.

I gasp again, my hands gripping the bar, trying to steady myself. “Ares…we shouldn’t be here.” My voice trembles, but it’s not just fear anymore.

“Then let’s make it quick,” he murmurs, leaning in more, his lips trailing down to my collarbone. “Before the cops show up.”

Oh my God.

I whimper, pressing myself into him, the ache in my core turning into pulsing need.

“How did you even get the door open?” I breathe, trying to focus on the fact that we’re still in someone’s home.

“With a key,” he says smoothly, moving to the other side of my neck. He’s trying to distract me from the fact that he’s made me an accomplice!

“Did youpickthe lock?” I try to come back to the topic, but his lips…God, his lips.

I can feel his breath against my skin, and it’s like I’m drowning in him. His hands roam over my body, and I’m so turned on that I don’t even care about the consequences anymore. My heart’s pounding, but it’s not just from the fear. It’s fromhim. And way he makes me want him despite it.

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