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“If you keep staring at me like that,” Ares says, whipping me out of my dirty thoughts, “I’m gonna fuck you again.”

“I can look, can’t I?”

He winks. “See something you like, little dragon?”

Kneeling in the tub, I lick my lips and grab his dick. It’s perfect, a big toy I want to play with.

“We’re not having sex again,” I say as I stroke his length. “I just want to touch you for a second.”

He grunts. “Babe, I don’t need to tell you how the male body works. Keep rubbing my dick like that, and Iwilldo something about it.”

I peek up at him and drop my hand. “We’ll finish this later.”

“Yes, we will.” Ares smirks, holding out the towel for me. “Don’t be shy, beautiful.” He turns his head. “I’m not looking at you. Stay in that tub a second longer and your skin will prune.”

I take the towel from him and wrap the soft fabric around me. Like a gentleman, Ares helps me step out of the tub. He pins my back to his chest and curls his arm around me.

“I think you should know I’m already obsessed with you.” Ares tilts my head to the side, his lips brushing my neck as he looks at me in the mirror. “And I won’t stop fucking you after you become my stepsister.”

ChapterThirty-One

OPHELIA

After I crawlout of Ares’s bed for the third time this week, we shower and head downstairs for breakfast. I slept less than five hours because of all the fucking we did last night. We probably kept his brothers awake with how hard his headboard banged against the wall.

My gait is slightly off from Ares and his monster cock. I’m so sore I can still feel every inch of him.

“Look at you, little dragon.” He squeezes my ass as we walk toward the dining room. “Limping from taking so much dick. Do you need me to kiss you all better?”

“You did enough of that last night.”

Oh, boy, did he kiss me down there. Ares eats pussy like he’s going to starve to death. Even after he comes inside me, he wants to do it again. It’s like some kinky obsession of his. He says I’m his woman, and he can’t get enough of my pussy.

We hold hands until we get closer to the dining room, and then we have to hide our dirty secret. Our parents would have a stroke if they knew what we were doing behind closed doors.

Athena screeches when she sees her oldest son’s face, which worsens by the day, the bruises darkening. “Ares, you need a doctor? Your face looks horrible.”

“I’m alright, Ma.” He slides my chair out from the table, gesturing for me to sit. “It looks worse than it feels. Just a few scrapes.”

“A few scrapes?” Athena’s nose scrunches, and she tightens her grip on the cloth napkin. “How will I explain to my friends why my son looks like someone mugged him?”

“Just say that.” Ares sits beside me at the table. “Maybe a few of your MILF friends will feel bad for me.” He waggles his eyebrows, a mischievous smile tugging at his mouth. “I hear it’s good luck to fuck the best man at the wedding.”

I glance at Ares, but he’s staring across the table at his mother.

“Language,” Athena says in a firm tone. “I won’t have you speaking this way at my wedding.”

“I got the perfect best man speech planned.” Ares winks. Everything he does and says is laced with a hidden message. “You’ll love it, Ma. Promise. No cursing or dick jokes.”

“Ares,” she groans. “Not at my table, please.”

He gives her one of his charming smiles, enough to light up her face. There’s no denying Athena loves her sons, and they worship her in return. Her gaze flicks between the three of them before landing on me.

I force a smile.

So does she.

Something has changed with Athena since my mother’s passing. There’s a darkness that crosses over her face whenever our eyes meet. It’s like she’s hiding something she doesn’t want me to see.

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