Page 70 of The Cursed Chalice
“Soraya…are you sure?”
“I want to know every aspect of you. Let me know, Aric.”
Aric closes his eyes, and his nose flares.
“Hey, everything okay?”
ARIC
“What the fuck does she mean wants to know you, Aric?”
I close my eyes, savoring the touch of Soraya’s fingers on my skin, ignoring the twisting of my muscles and the pain that is running up my spine.
“Ares is upset,” I reply. I never have sex; it’s more Ares’s job to take care of us. But with Soraya…
“Son of a bitch. I am more than fucking upset.”
She tilts her head to the side. She gives me a cheeky little smile. “How about this? Ares can watch while you…while we, you know…give him a show.”
My brain goes silent. No one is talking. I bend my head and chuckle.
“I think Ares agrees.”
“Every instruction I give you, you shall follow,” Ares says.
I ignore Ares and press my face into her stomach. My hands slide up to her hips. Her fingers massage my scalp slowly.
“Aric! Pull her down into your lap.”
I lean back and open my legs wider. “Turn to the mirror and strip slowly.”
“You motherfucker.”
Unlike before, Soraya is in a dark blue silk, short sleeve pajamas. She looks into the mirror, and unbuttons her shirt slowly. Her eyes find mine, and she smiles.
“Look straight into the mirror, flower. See the beautiful woman that I see every day,” I reply.
Ares stops pacing, and he stares at her in awe. He presses his hand against the mirror.
“Fuck, Aric, you are going to pay for this.”
Soraya shrugs her top off, allowing it to hook on her finger. She looks into the mirror and smiles and then drops the top to the floor.
“Can Ares see me in the mirror? Is that why you asked me to look into it?” Her chest rises slowly and falls. Both Ares and I go still.
“Clever girl.”
“Yes, he can,” I reply, my fingers gripping the armrest, loving the look of her breasts in that black satin bra.
Soraya walks closer to the mirror and traces her finger on the glass. She may not be able to see him, but he is close to the mirror. His breath is fogging the other side.
“What is she doing, Aric?” Ares asks.
I don’t answer, because Soraya steps back, turning toward me. Slowly, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her shorts. Bending at the waist, she drags them down her legs slowly.
“Fuck me. Her ass is …”.
“Exquisite,” I mutter.
