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I don’t feel so stupidly insecure with Apollo. He sees me for who I am and likes me. His lips part, and for a moment, I think he will kiss me.

But the limo abruptly stops.

I’m thrown back against the bench. So is Apollo. We stay on our respective sides of the car, breathing harder than before.

His eyes drift to my mouth, and he licks his lips. “To be continued, Mistress.”

Then he gets out of the limo, leaving me soaking through my panties and desperate for more.

ChapterTwenty-Six

ARES

My musclesache from fighting the mixed martial artist from Las Vegas. I put up a fight because I’m not a fucking pussy. But he knocked the wind out of me the second I lowered my guard.

When I glanced over and saw Alexander Drakos pointing at his watch, I knew my time was almost up. I was winning up until that point.

But I had to lose.

There was never another option. Not if I wanted to hang onto my fight club. So I let the asshole get a clean shot. It had to look natural. The last thing I saw before my head hit the floor was Alexander’s smug face.

Fuck him.

It’s my first career loss, and I want to curl up and die. The hits to my face and body are nothing compared to my wounded ego. I may never fully recover from that loss.

After a hot bath, I get into bed naked and turn off the light. It’s well past three o’clock, the room dark from the blackout curtains. I close my eyes and lay back on a stack of pillows.

My head is fucking pounding from the hit I took to my temple. The Vicodin still hasn’t kicked in, and even the fat blunt I smoked in the bathtub didn’t help.

I need a different release.

I fist my cock and give it a few strokes as my bedroom door opens. Snapping my head toward the door, I hear footsteps on the hardwood and catch a whiff of Ophelia’s sweet perfume as she enters the room, closing the door behind her.

I don’t say anything.

I don’t even move.

Still gripping my dick, I wait for Ophelia to do whatever she came in here to do. This girl is so unpredictable. I expect her to go through my shit. See if I’m hiding something. She’s always accusing me of having bad intentions. But she surprises me by getting onto the bed.

“Ares?”

Ophelia’s hand brushes over the mattress and misses me by a few inches. She sighs. The bed dips, and before she can get away, I hook my arm around her middle and pull her on top of me. I hold back a curse as I hit my bruised ribs, ready to scream. It hurts so fucking bad.

Clutching her hips, I readjust myself so my hard cock is between her thighs. “Looking for me, little dragon?”

She gasps, but it sounds more like a moan.

“Well?” I run my hand up her stomach, feeling her delicious curves. “What can I help you with?”

Ophelia swats my hand away as if I’m diseased, which isn’t helping my ego. “Here’s the deal, Ares.” She straddles me with her thick thighs, pressing her hand to my chest. “I’m not going to fuck you. But I need to come after the night I’ve had.”

“You want to come. So do I.” I thrust my hips. “Feel that, baby? You make my dick harder than steel.”

I attempt to explore her body again, but she smacks my hand away when I reach her stomach. “Please don’t touch me there.”

I’m so fucking confused. “Why not?”

She pauses momentarily and then says, “Because I don’t like being touched in certain places.”

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