Chapter 8: A Devil Dressed Up

Mariana Adams’ Point of View

The meal that Ares had offered to me was still on the table that was next to my bed when I woke up. My entire body remained exposed, and despite the fact that it was brisk, I was able to tolerate the discomfort. When I looked in the mirror in the restroom after getting off the mattress and seeing my body for the first time in a while, I was struck dumb and found myself unable to utter a single word.

Red markings covered every inch of my chest and extended down to my arms. I have never before been in possession of them in any form till now. As I turned my head to look behind me, I realized that I had a few hickeys on my butt area as well as on the inside of my thighs. My body is covered in marks of various shades of red because of the endeavor that we did the day before, and those traces are due to the fact that we accomplished that exercise.

When I think about Ares being between my legs, I feel as though my cheeks are going to start turning red. In spite