Page 19 of Gilded Gods

I want him to make me come without touching my least favorite parts. And I want to hear him say I’m sexy again and claim me as if I belong to him.

“The mouth on you, little dragon.” The gun breaches my wet folds. “I’d like to see how your mouth looks when it’s full of my cock.”

His dick is so big I shudder at having him inside me. He was right when he said I would have to stretch myself out. After he sucked my nipple into his mouth, he was hard for me. Fucking Ares would be like getting impaled by a baseball bat.

“Don’t act like you haven’t thought about sucking me off.” He keeps rubbing me with the cold metal, and I’m so horny I move my hips to create more friction. He pushes his finger into my mouth. “Suck it.”

“I hate you,” I moan, so close to finding a release.

He shakes his head, sliding his finger across my lips. “No, you don’t.” His finger breaches my mouth, and when he slides it in, I don’t fight him, sucking him the way I would his dick. He glances down and watches what he’s doing to me, seeing my wetness build with each thrust of my hips. “You’re a dirty little bitch, aren’t you?”

My eyes widen at his words.

“Shhh,” he says before he pulls the barrel away, leaving me humping his dick through his sweats. “It’s not an insult. I’m going to have to teach you how to take compliments.”

Compliments?

I’m so wet I can hear what he’s doing to me. Smell my arousal, clinging to the air like perfume. Despite the insanity of what we’re doing, I’ve never felt more desired.

He pulls his finger back so I can breathe again, and my moan fills the room. Ares places his hand on my breast and squeezes. “I love your tits. They’re fucking perfect. Have you ever let a man fuck these?”

I shake my head, unable to form words or thoughts after he got me so close to coming and stopped.

“I want to fill all your holes,” he says with hunger in his eyes. “There’s not a single place on your body I don’t want to violate.”

It sounds crazy, but I want him to do that—anything to feel how he’s making me feel right now. In high school, I always wondered what it would be like to date a guy like Ares. Popular, hot, and filthy rich.

He inches down my body, gripping my hips so his fingers burrow into my thick skin. I don’t like when men touch my love handles. It makes me feel gross. But the way Ares claims me ignites my skin with flames.

“Mmm.” He bends down to lick the skin right below my belly button, putting him in the last place I want him to feel with any part of his body, let alone his mouth. “You smell so sweet.” His tongue inches lower until he’s sucking on my clit, and I fist his hair between my fingers, begging him for more. “Do you like how your stepbrother licks your pussy?”

That comment returns me to reality, and I shove his face away. “You’re not my fucking stepbrother.”

“Not yet.” Another lick as he grips the backs of my thighs. “When your pussy’s forbidden, it will taste even sweeter.”

I can’t believe I’m letting him do this. The oxygen finally returns to my brain, and I can think clearly. I’ve come to my senses about Ares. He’s not a good man and probably wants to hurt me.

Use me.

So I inch up the bed toward the headboard, out of his grasp.

“Where are you going, little dragon?” Ares pounces on me like a lion attacking its prey. “I’m not done with you.”

I yank the sheet over my body, needing to hide from him. “Well, I’m done with you.” I lift the Glock from the bed and point it at his forehead. “You have three seconds to leave my bedroom before I shoot.”

Ares laughs. “C’mon, baby. I know you want to come.” He yanks the sheet away from my body. “Let me finish eating your pussy.”

“What’s in this for you?” I keep the gun raised to create distance between us. “Are you going to run back to your brothers and laugh about how you fucked the fat girl?”

“Fuck, no,” he says without hesitation. “And you’re not fat. I like your body.”

I have difficulty believing anyone who looks like Ares could be interested in me. It was stupid of me to let him touch me. Kiss me down there. I’ve never allowed a man to do that before for obvious reasons.

“You want something, Ares. And when I figure out what, you’re a dead man.” I press the barrel to his forehead. “Get out of my room.”

With a groan, he slides off the bed. “You’re fucking crazy, little dragon. My kind of crazy.” He opens the door, allowing light from the hallway into the room so I can get a better look at his face. “We’re not done. Not even close.”

ChapterEleven

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