Hero Outfits Novels & Stories

Slit up to my hip. It screamed Look at me. It screamed I’m not hiding anymore. The assistant called it "bold." I called it armor. Ares was already in black. He was always in black. Tailored suit, no tie, two buttons open at the top. His hair was still damp from his shower, and it made him look younger. More dangerous. He walked in and stopped. His silver eyes dragged over me. Slow. From my red heels, up the slit, over the bare back, to my face. To my red lips. To the diamond choker at my throat hiding the faint bruises Kieran left at the last gala.