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Ares

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

She’s barely breathing. I can feel it because I run a hand up her abdomen, and the movement Serenity makes to draw in air is as smooth as the flutter of a butterfly's wings.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, running my lips over the shell of her ear. She shudders against me, unconsciously pushing her body back, searching for friction.

"I was looking for the bathroom."

"I know, but when you came in and saw that it wasn't here, you continued watching. Is that what you want to do? To watch?"

Instead of answering me, she responds with another question, "Who are they?"

"A couple, otherwise they wouldn't be touching."

Even though she speaks to me, I know she is focused on the scene unfolding in front of us. "Why not?"

"SIN is not a brothel. In part, it's a regular, elite nightclub, but there are rooms like the one you see here, where people come to fulfill fantasies."

"And what's their deal?"

"To be watched. Now, tell me if you want to stay or leave, Serenity."

"I . . . um . . . want to stay . . . for a while."

I walk forward, to the glass, taking her with me, our bodies pressed together.

I choose one of the high chairs, since the viewfinder starts at my waist line. I sit down, pulling her onto my lap.

"What are we doing?"

“Getting comfortable,” I reply.

That is the biggest fucking lie in the world. From the moment I saw her dance, comfort was the last thing I was feeling.

Since she got on the dance floor, I’ve spent every moment with an erection. When she left to go to the bathroom, I had no intention of taking advantage of her in a private place. I was worried because she was taking too long. Although it is rare, it may happen that a client goes overboard and tries to force himself on a woman. Since we opened, there have only been two episodes: one of them with Madison, in which the guy tried to get on stage while she was dancing. Zeus went crazy, and the son of a bitch was cast out for good. The second case was similar and had the same ending, but in general, anyone who comes here knows that if they cross the line, they will be out, with no second chance to get back in.

Either way, I'll never take any chances where Serenity is concerned.

She is inexperienced, with only one boyfriend in her past as far as I know, but is she aware of how sexy she is, how hot she is? I would bet not. Nothing about her is rehearsed. She makes no effort to seduce and yet she leaves any male—with the exception of my brothers, who are already tamed—wanting to lie down on the floor so she can climb over them.

I look at the couple's performance and try to imagine what she sees. At the moment, they are not doing anything major. Despite being naked, the guy is just giving his partner a sensual body massage.

Serenity is rigid in my lap, and I grip her face, forcing her to look back at me.

"One word from you and we leave."

In the semi-darkness of the room, the blue of her eyes is even deeper. "I want to stay." She turns around again and leans forward, hands flat on the glass. "You said they like to be watched. Is that what you like?

"No. I don't share my partners, not even visually. That doesn't turn me on."

"And watching—do you like that?"

"Not particularly." I lean forward and bite her ear. "But I'm turned on from wondering whether you are wet from watching him touch her."

"Are you sure they can't see us?"

"Yes I am. Is that what you're afraid of? Not of sitting on my lap watching a couple about to fuck?"

"You have a dirty mouth."

" Very dirty." I lift her hair and bite the back of her neck. She rolls her hips in my lap.

I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her ass onto my dick. I make her rub against me, and one of her arms comes away from the glass and reaches back, wrapping around my neck.

"Should I be ashamed?" she asks.

"Forget the rules, Serenity. Don't think about what you think would be right to do—tell me what you want."

"He's massaging his partner."

"Yes."

"I want . . ."

"What?"

"Can you do the same to me, but without us getting naked?"

I can't hold back a laugh, even though my dick is completely swollen with excitement. "I have no intention of letting you get naked here, baby."

She doesn't say anything. She leans back against my chest, takes the hand that was wrapped around her waist, and kisses it. I turn her face and attack her mouth. The desire I’ve suppressed all day emerges unchecked.

This time, she returns the kiss with the same hunger. Greedy, wet, her delicious tongue snaking against mine.

When a moan comes out of the room's speaker, she separates our lips and looks straight ahead again. The man licks his partner's nipples, and Serenity looks at the scene as if she’s hypnotized.

Without saying anything, I open three buttons on her blouse and cup her small, firm breast.

She chokes, trembling.

"Shhh . . . I just want to make you feel good. You're dying of lust, beautiful."

She leans back against my chest, and I lower the cups of her bra.

Serenity continues to look at the couple, but she trembles deliciously when I caress both of her nipples with my thumbs.

"That looks so dirty."

"Isn't that the best kind of sex?"

"Dirty?"

"Yup. Dirty, sweaty, hard."

"Ahhhhh . . ."

I cup the peaks of her breasts and let one of my hands slide to the apex of her thighs. I press on her clitoris, and she almost jumps off my lap.

"Ares . . ."

"Is that good?"

"Yes."

I undo the button on her jeans and play with the waistband of her panties. I don't slide my hand inside; I focus back on her breast, tugging the nipple slightly to make her feel a sting of pain.

Her moan almost makes me come. Serenity is very responsive, a total turn-on.

"I want you naked and open for me. I want to lick that pussy and make you come on my tongue."

"I want it all too. I don't know if I'll be able to do it, but . . . Oh . . ."

Now my finger is inside her panties, touching her clit, and her body's response is wild.

"Keep talking," I command.

"Later. Don't stop."

I smile at her bossy tone. She may still be very green, but she knows what she wants. "Raise your butt a little."

She stands up, and I pull her pants and panties down.

"Look straight ahead, Serenity. See how he has his face positioned between his woman’s thighs? He's going to lick her pussy, but I doubt he'll be as hungry as I will be when I have you on my face. I will devour you."

"My God, Ares." She's soaked, the folds of her sex luscious with lust, and I don't need more than a few minutes to make her come.

For a long time, she shudders in my arms, and then she is so still that I think she has fallen asleep. I dress her, and my only thought now, even though I know I'm headed for a hell of a mess, is that I want to get her out of here and have her naked in my bed.

I adjust her bra and close her shirt, and she remains quiet.

"All good?" I ask, starting to worry.

She nods, but it's not enough, so I turn her towards me, making her straddle me.

"What is wrong?"

She spreads her hands on my chest. "I thought that this feeling that people describe during orgasm was some kind of legend."

It takes me a while to understand what she says and when I do, I mentally curse that idiot of an ex-boyfriend. "You never came when you were with him?"

Is it possible? Not even alone, touching herself?

"With him?"

The last thing I want is to bring that bastard ex-boyfriend's name into the conversation, but I need to know. Apparently, they spent almost two years together, the damned selfish man.

"Your ex."

"Oh!" she says, surprised, but then she smiles. "No. We never. We haven't..."

Before she completes the sentence, a suspicion begins to unfold in my brain, and in a matter of seconds, I understand, but even so, I demand confirmation. "Serenity, are you a virgin?"

Her look of shame gives me the answer, and I think she sees the shock on my face too, because she jumps off my lap like she's sitting on hot coals.

We face each other in the dim light, neither of us seeming to know what to say. I feel like the biggest deviant that ever lived, but in my defense, it never crossed my mind that she was still untouched.

"I want to go back," she says, and I see how embarrassed she is. She starts walking to the door.

I press a button to dim the display with the couple on the other side and turn off the sound, where the moans are now more intense. "Serenity, wait..."

Damn, I let a virgin watch what is practically a live porn movie.

Suddenly, when she's almost at the exit, we hear two knocks, and then the door opens with Cici and Madison outside.

"Ah, you were here . . . Sorry, we..."

For the first time since I've known her, I see Madison embarrassed.

"I got lost," Serenity explains, walking towards them, "and now I'm tired. I want to leave."