Page 65 of Bound By Flames

But this? This is next level. This is so close to…love.

Grabbing my arm, he pulls me closer, his manly scent invading my every sense.

“Why can’t you just accept it, Mia?” His voice rolls on me like honey.

“Accept…what?”I murmur, suddenly out of breath.

Turning his face on the side, he shuts his eyes for a second.

“You’re my wife, Mia, and I’m not spending a single more minute of my life watching you terrified to eat a fucking bite of food. Your parents fucked this up, but I won’t, not on my watch,” he states with a stern and grave face. “Now get dressed. We’re having breakfast before the session.”

“You’re staying?” I ask, confused.

“Do you want me to stay?”

“I, I’m not sure, you have so much work—”

“Do you want me to stay?” he repeats.

I nod, silently, not knowing if I should be mad at him for forcing this on me but I’m just so grateful for his commitment to help me heal that I choose the second one.

“Good.” Grabbing my wrist, he turns it and leaves a hard wet kiss on the inside, my skin shivering at his touch, reminding me of last night.

“Now go get dressed. I’ll wait for ya in the kitchen, princess,” he orders with a wicked smile.

“Ares Malone, are you making me breakfast?” I choose humor over the stress of knowing that Larry won’t be the one making it.

It’s okay.

Breathe.

Ares will make something you like.

Ares chuckles, standing up, his black sweatpants leaving little to the imagination. The god of war himself, stretching his arms with muscles that ripple beneath his inked skin, cracking his neck with a smirk that sends all my senses on alert.

“Stop gawking at me, woman, and get your ass downstairs,” he orders, heading for the bathroom.

So bossy.

I shove the covers away and slip into a light blue maxi dress. Before I leave, I glance at my phone and see a missed call from Kiara. She must have wanted to know if the fight went well. I had talked to her about my fears yesterday but I forgot to keep her updated. Walking past the door, I text her quickly.

Mia : Call me back at lunch Kia, so much to tell you. Love ya

Ares

Business over women.

Always.

Always?

Always, but just a bit less today because for the first time in my life, I’m having breakfast at home, in my kitchen, with my stunning, smart-as-hell wife.

I checked my emails before showering, and Vox informed me about a new lead on Nero’s tracks. The fucker has been seen on the edge of our territory. We’ve put men on his tracks to find him and hopefully get him as soon as possible into the hand of Carter. Then, it’ll be a delight to get all the information out of him, cuts after cuts, teeth by teeth.

Such important information should make me head directly to the club after my shower but, having the doctor here for Mia changes the plan.

What did you use to say?