Page 18 of Gilded Gods

“Youdohave a fat ass.” He grabs another handful and groans in my ear, pushing his hard length between my cheeks. “Learn how to take a compliment, baby.”

I laugh at his ridiculous suggestion and roll onto my back to look at him. “A compliment? Do you think a woman like me wants to be called fat by a man like you?”

“A man like me?” Ares snickers. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m not good enough for the Princess of the Night.”

His nickname is a play on what people call my father.

“Are you kidding me?” I shove a hand at his chest since he’s hanging over me, pressing his hard body against mine. “Look at you. I don’t call you Greek god because of your name. Men like you don’t look at women like me.” I peel his fingers off my arm. “You don’t want me, Ares. You only want to control me.”

“That’s not true.” He plants a kiss below my ear, his fingers inching up my stomach. “From the moment you pointed a gun at me, I wanted to tackle you to the floor and fuck you senseless.” His fingers brush over the front of my shorts, right over my sex. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Sexy?

No man has ever said that about me. Most of the guys I dated were average-looking at best and didn’t have rock-hard bodies like Ares. I chose to date down so I wouldn’t look way out of their league. But if I were to stand beside Ares, with his ripped abs and gorgeous face, I would look like a pity fuck. Like he was only with me because of something I could offer him.

My family’s money.

Our empire.

After his father’s downfall at my dad's hands, he could be after all of it. There’s no logical reason why three grown men have to live with us. Between the three of them, they own The Apollo Group, Akropolis, and The River Styx. I doubt they’re hurting for money.

His hand moves between my thighs, which I clench to keep him from advancing. “Do you know how much power you hold right here?” Ares nibbles on my neck, his teeth grazing my hot flesh. “I would do anything you want for a taste.”

I turn my head to the side and snort. “Yeah, right. You only want me because I’m forbidden. Pretty soon, I’ll be your stepsister.”

“Open up for me, little dragon.” He licks my neck, his breath pebbling my skin with tiny bumps. “Let me feel how wet your stepbrother makes you.”

I’m uncomfortable with my body and hate giving him any power over me. But Ares doesn’t seem to be disgusted by me. He genuinely seems interested.

As his long fingers brush the insides of my thighs, I wonder if I shaved my legs and if he can feel my cellulite. I’ve never let a man have sex with me with the lights on. Never let anyone touch me without my shirt or a sheet covering some part of me.

At least it’s dark.

That’s my saving grace.

But he can feel me.

And all my curves.

Ugh.

“Fuck off,” I say, even though I want him more than oxygen. “Get out of my room and go back to yours.”

I press my palms to his solid chest, feeling every ridge of his muscles, and push hard. But he’s built like an athlete, and I can’t move my legs with him pinning me to the mattress.

“Stop torturing me, Ares.”

I reach for my gun on the nightstand, and with some success, my fingers grip the barrel. Unfortunately, he’s quicker than me and wraps his fingers around my wrist. The gun shakes free and is now in his hand.

“What were you planning to do with this?” Ares sits back, using his muscular legs to keep me in place. His other hand pins me as he aims his massive cock at my thigh. “Answer me.”

I attempt to smack him, and he clutches my wrist. “You have no right to be in my room without my permission.”

“You know what I think?” Using the gun’s barrel, he slides my shorts and panties to the side, exposing my wet pussy to the cold air. “You were too scared to get off with my gun earlier. And you want my help.”

“You’re insane,” I whimper as he drags the cold metal up my slit. “Other women might treat you like a god, but I don’t want anything from you.”

What a lie!

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