Page 66 of Broken Obsession

Eden turned to the window and saw it was dark out. “I can’t believe you brought me all the way here without waking me.” He didn’t even want to think about what he must have looked like, being lugged around by Ares like some doll. “If you were closer, I would hit you.”

Ares chuckled and then came over, dropping down at his side. He tilted his jaw in his direction. “Hit me, babe. Go on. If it’ll make you feel better, why not.”

Eden lifted his hand, but when Ares didn’t so much as flinch at the threat, ended up lightly punching him in the shoulder. “Screw you. I’m too tired. Next time for sure.”

“Of course.” Ares chuckled and reached out to smooth a few loose strands of hair off Eden’s forehead. He clicked his tongue when Eden attempted to shove him away. “Be good.”

“Or what?”

“I’ll ignore doctors' orders and teach you another lesson.”

Eden sneered, then rested back against the headboard. “I thought you said your brother looked at me?”

“Zar has medical training.”

“Oh, is that his major?”

“No, he’s a pianist. He’ll be in one of your classes.”

Eden’s brow furrowed. “He’s majoring in music?” Actually… “What about you?”

“Fine arts.”

He blinked, certain he was being messed with, but when Ares didn’t retract that statement said, “You can’t be serious.”

“I told you, didn’t I? There isn’t an art form around I can’t master.”

“Cocky much?”

“You’re well acquainted with my cock, Paradise.” He smirked at his own joke. “But no. I’m not bragging. That’s just the truth. I’m artistically inclined, so to speak.”

“Prove it.” Eden didn’t know why he demanded it, but a swirl of excitement broke through the confusion and annoyance he’d been feeling, and he clung to it.

“Sure.” Ares shrugged and stood, ambling over to a desk set on the opposite side of the room. He returned a moment later carrying a sketchbook and a charcoal pencil. He resettled at the end of the bed, leaning against the baseboard in an almost mirror of Eden’s pose. Then he started sketching, eyes jumping from Eden’s face to the page without any further delay.

“What are you doing?” It was a stupid question, but suddenly he was self-conscious. Ares frequently gave him lengthy looks, but…

“Capturing paradise,” Ares teased, though aside from his tone, nothing else gave him away. He was too focused on what he was drawing.

“How many times did you come?” Maybe if he kept the conversation going, he wouldn’t be so nervous.

“Total? Five times. Want to know how many times you came?”

“I don’t have to know. I can feel it.” His dick was sore. He didn’t even know that could happen. Forget about describingthe way his ass felt. It was a little slick even now, making him wonder if he was closing up all the way. He was too embarrassed to ask though, so he kept that lovely possibility to himself.

“It shouldn’t hurt too much. I slathered you in sun cream. I just deposited half a tube inside your hole with my finger.”

“And you? How do you feel?” The bastardlookedfine. Better than fine even.

Ares must have showered at some point, because his hair was still curled in damp tendrils at the ends. He was wearing a snug black long-sleeved shirt and a pair of combat pants in the same inky shade. The guy even had socks on.

“Is there a reason I’m naked?” Eden added.

“I feel great,” Ares said. “Better than I have in years. More present. And I already explained that. I was rubbing you down when you woke. I have clothes for you.”

“Ones that I’m allowed to wear?” The snarky reply was meant as a joke, but when the Black Hart seemed to be considering it, he growled. “Don’t push your luck, Lucifer.”

“Or what?” He grinned and applied more pressure to his drawing as he ran the charcoal down part of the page. “Look around you, babe. It’s too late for regrets. I’ve got you right where I want you, and if you think there’s any chance I’ll be letting you go, you’re in for a rude awakening.”