Chapter 7: Do Not Make Him

Mariana Adams’ Point of View

My body felt hot. His callous palms were giving me hot flashes of thoughts in my mind. I was on top of the surface of the bed whilst I had him above. Ares' kisses are driving me insane but since I'm not used to making out, I couldn't get the rhythm of his tongue along with his urging sloppiness.

His hands crept on the zipper behind my dress as he began to pull it down while my attention and thoughts was focused more on his burning sensation he had me feeling. I thought that he would pull it down yet all the things I was wearing were now broken because of him.

"You've messed up e-everything!" I muttered, eyes widening. "It's a Vera W-Wang dress!"

His eyebrows arched then smirked. "It's not that pricey. I could give you a hundred if you want."

"But—"

Ares trailed me off in the middle of my conversation with him. I was condemned by my thoughts, confused whether to let him touch me this way or push his huge body structure. But I know it won't work.

“You