Page 77 of Major Penalty

“Ares,” she whispers, her voice going small. “We really have to go. Please.”

She’s genuinely fucking scared, her body stiff, like she thinks we’re about to get caught for real. I don’t answer. All I can do is bite my lip to suppress a smile while she tries to slide off the counter. I help her down by her waist.

“Oh my god!” She’s moving as soon as her toes hit the floor. “We opened their wine!”

I feel my smile slip a little as I glance down at the bottle.Iopened it. Yet she saidwe,notyou.I don’t know if I should be reading into this as much as I am, but warmth spreads through my chest anyway.We.It feels like she’s claiming me just as much as I’ve claimed her.

She starts scrambling, grabbing her panties off the floor with shaking hands, trying to slide them back on like she’s racing the clock.

I stop her, wrapping my fingers around the fabric, my other hand holding her wrist, firm and final.

Her wide, nervous eyes snap to mine.

“You don’t get to wear these,” I murmur, pulling the panties from her fingers and tucking them into my pocket.“Not today.”

“That’s not funny. Do you have a panty fetish or something?” she breathes, glancing toward the window. “Seriously, Ares, we’re going to get arrested! My dad is going to kill us!”

She’s so worried she doesn’t even realize what she’s just said, how she gave herself away with that last sentence. Yet the only word I replay isus.

Irene and me.Us.

I step forward and cage her in with my body again, arms braced on either side of her. It’s cute how much she’s freaking out.

“Should I do it again?” I ask, my voice like dark silk. “Should I drag you back onto that counter and leave your soaked panties behind for them to find?”

“You’re crazy,” she whispers, her entire body going still. But her breathing is all over the place. It’sthateasy to get her back into that sweet, dark headspace. The panic in her voice only makes it worse. It makes me want to keep her in this space, this stolen moment, where everything is mine. My house, my girl, and my cum on her stomach. And no one can take it away from me. Not here.

I smile and lean in, my lips brushing her ear.

“But you like it.”

Her eyes flick to me, desperation and desire mixing in her gaze.

“Let’s just go. Please,” she begs. “Before the owner gets home.”

I watch her silently, long enough to make her squirm. Then I tilt my head and drop the match.

“The owner’s already home,” I whisper, smiling down at her.

“What?” Her eyes round at the corners, and her head whips to the side to look around.

I slide my fingers around her jaw and slowly bring her gaze back to mine. “And he just fucked the sweetest little pussy in the world.”

She freezes mid-breath, that panic shifting into stunned disbelief. It’s dawning on her now. Her brain finally catches up.

And I watch it happen. The realization, the shift, and the crash. And when it does? She looks at me like I’m out of my mind. But I know enough about her to know it thrills her.“ This…this is your house?” she stammers, her mouth hanging open.

“In Florida, yes.” I nod, stepping back to give her room to breathe. “Would you like a tour of the inside?”

Her eyes dart across the space, at the furniture, the pool, the perfectly stocked bar, and the blinking camera above us.

Yes, I let her believe we were breaking in. I watched her freak out. I fucked her in my house just to see how far she’d let this go when she thought we were committing a crime.

“You’re such a…ugh!” she grunts, smacking my chest—not hard, more like a panicked reflex. Her cheeks are flaming, her voice breathless, half-mortified, half-something else entirely.

“Such a?” I raise a brow, handing her the champagne flute I’d filled earlier.

“I’ll let you fill in the blank yourself,” she throws with a little smile.

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