Page 73 of Reverence

He moved closer and grabbed a fistful of my hair. I hissed in response. “I’m not going to do this with you. So you can lay there all night and feel sorry for yourself but I refuse to fuck a virgin.”

“The deed is already done.”

“Because you weren’t honest with me.” He tightened his grip.

“I always knew you were a fucking liar.” He released me and scooped me up in his arms. “All you do is raise my blood pressure and cause me unnecessary stress.”

I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

He said as he carried me towards the bathroom. “Like what?” My voice sounded shaky.

“With that innocent look in your eyes.” He kicked the bathroom door open.

“Does it make you feel like a horrible person?” I mocked but he ignored the rhetorical question.

“Will you be able to stand?” I nodded as he set me down on wobbly legs, wanting nothing more than to have his hands far away from my body.

He ran a bath, throwing Epsom salts into the water.

We didn’t talk, the sound of water running was the only thing breaking the silence. “Feel if it’s okay.”

“What?” I snapped my head in his direction.

“The water. Feel if the temperature’s okay for you.” He said gruffly. He didn’t spare me a glance. I stepped forward, swirling my hand through the soapy water.

“It’s fine.” He didn’t warn me and once again, easily picked me up, before gently placing me in the bathtub. I winced, digging my nails into his shoulder blades.

He released a throaty groan that caused me to shiver. “The Epsom salt will alleviate the pain and I added eucalyptus liquid soap.” He turned around, slowly retreating. “Will you be okay?” He asked without looking in my direction.

He must’ve taken my silence as an answer and slammed the door shut.

Leaving me alone in his lavish bathroom. I sank deeper into the water, allowing the hot tears to stream down my face.

Twenty Two

Ares

With a cigarette between my lips and a glass of whiskey in my hand, I leaned back against the couch.

Darkness surrounded me as I sat in my living room. I removed the tobacco stick from my mouth and blew out the smoke.

Then in one gulp, I downed the strong, amber liquid. I tossed the cigarette into the glass, the last bit of alcohol, killing the butt instantly.

I heard her footsteps and felt her presence before I laid eyes on her. “Go back to the room,” I said calmly.

The footsteps stopped and then there was silence. I showered in the other bathroom before tossing on grey sweats.

The scalding water couldn’t erase the feeling of her lips grazing my skin or the memory of her pussy gripping me so tightly that she nearly pushed me out of her.

I could still feel her warm, soft hands clinging to my body. Feel the sticky, wetness of her blood and arousal on my cock.

“How romantic of you. Pop a woman’s cherry and then banish her to your bedroom.”

Something in me snapped and I threw the empty glass across the room.

The glass hit the wall with a thunderous smash and then it shattered into pieces.