Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
“It obviously looked like cum,” I answer.
Ares’s shaft twitches against my ass, and I can feel it grow harder and harder, even when I thought it couldn’t get any bigger. Oh God.
No wonder he warned me to fear him.
“You think you know what our cum looks like?” Caleb muses.
Blaine sticks his finger into his dessert and licks it straight off his finger. “Interesting.”
“You’re messing with me,” I say.
“No …” Ares says, his dark voice lulling me into slow and gradual despair as I’m forced to face my own arousal from his fingers rolling around down there. “You’re the one playing with a god.”
A god?
The arrogance.
I—
Suddenly, he exposes my most sensitive spot and touches the tip, and an actual moan leaves my mouth.
I swiftly cover my mouth with my hand to prevent other noises from spilling out. But the damage is already done because I can definitely see the arrogant grins on Caleb’s and Blaine’s faces.
“I warned you, you would fear the day you would get your first orgasm from me,” Ares whispers, his fingers expertly teasing me, circling around until it almost feels like I’m going up a roller coaster of sexual ecstasy. “I’ll make you wish you never looked at me.”
He flicks his finger across my nub over and over in a way that I’ve never felt before, not even by my hand.
What is this? How is he doing this?
I can’t even think straight. That’s how consumed I am with what he’s doing to me. What he did before during the party was only a mere tease compared to this.
And it’s just his hand.
I can only imagine what his dick can do.
It prods into my ass, and I realize just how thin the layer of fabric is between us. The thought nearly drives me insane.
I should not be thinking about him like this at all.
What is wrong with me?
Ever since he touched me at that Phantom party, I’ve been unable to touch myself without thinking of him, and now he’s forcing me to go there again, with his fingers swiveling back and forth.
All in broad daylight, in front of everyone here.
And he won’t stop.
“Wait,” I mutter, feeling the rush as I go higher and higher toward that cliff.
“No,” he hisses, going faster and faster until my whole body zings with need.
The edge of no return … and it’s too late to stop.
My body tenses up against his, and when his lips drag along the back of my neck, I nearly faint from the amount of arousal coursing through my veins.
Oh God. I don’t want to do this in front of all these people.
His lips quirk up into a smile.
Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me on that edge, desperate and ready to plead.
“What …” I mutter, confused.
His hand splays against my thigh, fingers still wet, a reminder of what he just managed to do to me.
“How does it feel to be brought to the brink of destruction by a god?” he murmurs. “Does it make you want to plead and beg for mercy?”
I’m writhing in place from the mounting orgasm waiting to be unleashed, but he’s leaving me hanging, just like before, and I’m about ready to pull the knife from my pocket and jam it into his chest.
But then I’d be branded a murderer … In front of all these people.
He grins against my neck. “Then beg.”
“F-fuck you,” I say through gritted teeth.
He releases my wrist, only to shove two fingers so far inside my mouth that I gag. “Bite, and I will rip these panties to shreds and fuck you right here on this very table.”
My heart begins to race at the idea of his length slamming into me.
“Now suck.”
“I can’t,” I growl back.
He slaps my thigh so hard I squeeze my legs together.
“Suck.”
I do what he says, but only because I have no choice. I can still feel the sting of his hand and my own desire pooling between my legs.
But the groan that emanates from his body nearly makes me explode without even being touched.
“How does she suck?” Caleb asks, licking his bottom lip. “Like a good little slut?”
Holy shit. A slut? What is wrong—
My thoughts short-circuit when Ares’s tongue draws a line from my hairline to my collar. “Better.”
Caleb groans too, and his hand dives underneath the table. I can only imagine what he’s doing down there, and I gulp when he narrows his eyes at me, watching me intently as Ares’s dips his fingers in and out of my mouth.
I cough when he finally pulls them out. “Every time you deny me, I will make you remember to fear me. Understood?”
I shudder in place as his hand slides down my chin and curls around my throat, squeezing enough to remind me not to reach for my knife.
“Do you want me to have a hard-on in the middle of the cafeteria?” Blaine murmurs at Ares. “Because it’s too late now.”