Page 52 of Gilded Gods

“Ares,” she whines. “I like what we have. This feels safe for right now.”

“Please.”

I’m not above begging.

After having the shittiest night of my life, I want to feel her skin against mine. I was so down on myself before she got into bed with me. She’s warm and soft, and she smells like a dessert. I want to taste every inch of her body, mark her so my brothers know our stepsister is mine.

“You can guide my hands,” I say when she doesn't answer.

She shifts beside me. “Okay.”

I slip my fingers between hers. “Lead the way, little dragon.”

ChapterTwenty-Seven

OPHELIA

Ares is patiently waitingfor me to guide his hand. He’s the type of man who takes what he wants, and I was counting on that. But this feels more personal.

Intimate, even.

I place his hand on my breast.

His fingers brush over my painfully sore nipple, teasing me. “Can I take this off?” Ares tugs on my bra. “Is this allowed?”

“Yes.”

He’s eager to discard the fabric from my body and throws it across the room.

“I’m surprised you’re following my rules. It’s almost like you’re a gentleman.”

Ares closes his mouth over my nipple and sucks, ripping a moan from my mouth. “Would a gentleman do this?” He tugs on my nipple with his teeth and flicks his tongue over the aching bud. “I can make you come like this.”

“Yeah?” I palm the back of his head as he licks my breast. “Make me come, Ares.”

“But I’d rather you ride my hand and come all over my fingers.”

I smile at his suggestion. “I like the sound of that.”

He climbs on top of me and pushes my legs together, stripping off my panties in one swift motion. “Better yet, I want you to come on my face.”

The thought of his face between my thighs terrifies me. He licked my pussy for a second on his first night in the house. But he wasn’t down there long enough for me to get into my head and start worrying about what he would think.

“Ares, I thought we talked about this.”

Gripping my hips, he leans forward, his huge cock poking my inner thigh. “What? You don’t like getting your pussy licked?”

I can’t think straight.

Or breathe.

“What happened to me guiding your hands?”

“I don’t need hands to eat you out.” He drops his hands from my hips and holds himself up on his elbows between my thighs. “I don’t get this game you’re playing, baby. Do you wanna come or not?”

“Yes.”

His breath fans across my sex. “Then you’re going to have to let me touch you. I’m not fucking Houdini. Although, I could probably come up with a few ways to get you off without using any part of my body.”

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