Page 72 of Reverence

Ares Valiente didn’t care about anything or anyone other than himself.

“I didn’t do anything.” I closed my eyes, trying hard to steady my breathing. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?” I asked, my voice barely recognisable—sounding strained.

He only looked down at me, his gaze soft compared to his usual fiery glances. “Like you’ve fucked all of the other women you’ve been with, Ares?” His eyes darkened the second the question left my mouth.

He held my left leg up, caressing my thigh with his thumb. “Trust me.”

He lowered his face. “If it weren’t your first time.”

He got onto his knees and I gasped when I felt him go even deeper as he wrapped both hands around my throat. “I would’ve been drilling you into this fucking mattress.”

“Have you suddenly grown a conscience? Suddenly developed empathy?”

I held onto his forearms. My legs trembled and my breathing quickened.

He slowly withdrew before easing back into me. The tears didn’t stop. “Shit.” I furrowed my eyebrows, holding back a moan.

“No.” He repeated the motion and I bit my lip. Hard. “But I’m not going to be responsible for tearing this pussy in half.”

I whimpered softly, digging my nails into his skin. “Don’t flatter yourself.” I managed to say. Though the words were a breathless murmur.

“Even when you’re in pain you’re still mouthy” He tossed his head back. “I knew you’d be soaked.”

He hissed. “And really, really fucking tight but not a damn virgin.” He angled his hips upward and I nearly lost my bearings. “And for the record, I never thought you were a whore but I’ll happily fuck you like one if you say that to me again.”

He kept his pace, slow and steady, the blood mixed with my arousal covered his lower belly.

“You—” I lost my train of thought when he circled his hips, his movements sensual.

“Moan for me.” I shook my head, swallowing hard. “Stubborn woman.” He withdrew completely, removing his hands from my throat.

I looked at him, blinking away what seemed like never-ending tears.

He ran a hand over his face, sighing heavily. “Fuck me.” He groaned before climbing off the bed. His large, naked body looked absolutely monstrous under the moonlight.

My breathing finally steadied and the tears had stopped, drying on the side of my face.

The sting between my legs nearly made me wince but I refused to show weakness of any kind.

I closed my legs, slowly. “I knew you wouldn’t last longer than five minutes.” I mocked bitterly.

His back still faced me and he clenched his fists.

The muscles in his back rippled and I could see him tensing.

The snake tattooed on his back seemed to mock me.

“Always baiting me.” He said calmly. “It won’t work though because you and I both know what would’ve happened if I kept going.”

“What would’ve happened?” I gripped the sheets tightly, staring at him with pure anger in my eyes.

He slowly turned to face me, glancing at me with fire in those chestnut coloured eyes. “I would’ve torn you in half Amala, that’s fucking what. You couldn’t stop crying and all I did was stick my dick inside of you.”

My chest heaved and I felt tempted to punch him in the fucking face. “I loathe you.” Did I feel rejected?

Perhaps.

“Is that why your blood is drying on my cock right now?”