Ares’s POVMy pulse starts to race as the cold tip of the blade grazes my skin. But then, a smile starts to creep into my face. “Let me go, Benjamin. It’s just me.”Slowly, I can feel the arms slipping off me. I turn around, and there is Benjamin, old and wizened but still retaining that cunning, a
“I know.” I close my eyes momentarily to drown the memories. “That’s why I had to send him away when I became the King. That’s why I had to take charge and tried to make him a soldier in the first place when my father was too weak to lead, too old to know what to do. But now Nikolai is back. What wi
Valeria’s POVI stagger back, nearly stumbling off the platform of the bed. The woman flicks her hair over her shoulder, revealing the dress she’s wearing.If you can call it a dress.It’s see-through, made of the thinnest red lace. Her nipples are perked up and hard under it, staring at me like a p
I just look at her. “Is that all you got?” “You bitch,” she hisses, then she tries to land another slap.This time, I’m ready. I catch her wrist midair and twist her arm, pushing her down on the bed. She tries to kick me and turn around to pull my hair, so I slap her back.But before my palm can ev
Valeria’s POVMy heart is in my throat now. I don’t know what to do or say. Ares is looming above me with a sly grin, his eyes flashing with excitement as he stares at me. I want to pass out right here and now, especially since my body is begging for him to continue.And as though things can’t get w
“Yes?” He smirks. “Am I going too rough?”“No,” I pant out. Slowly, he begins to stroke my thighs, squeezing and kneading. “What… what did you decide about my pack?”“Cut them off, like you asked.” Ares’s eyes flicker to my mound. “Stripped them off of their funds, left them to fend on their own.”“
Ares’s POVIt’s late at night, and Valeria is long gone, but my thoughts of her still linger. It’s hard to forget, especially since her scent is all over my room now, hovering in the air like a distant but at the same time fresh memory.I toss and turn in bed, very much aware of her scent imprinted
“It’s about Vincent,” I begin.But she’s already rolling her eyes. “Don’t tell me he tried to talk you into doing this. I apologize on his behalf, your Majesty. This should be none of your concern--”“Actually, it kind of is,” I say. “You see, it has been getting in the way of work. It’s not product