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Ares

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

"Sir, did you hire a new dancer?" Elmer asks, walking into my office at SIN without knocking, which, given his formal manner, is very unusual.

" New dancer?" I ask, confused.

I'm not the one who interviews them personally. I have a whole team to do it. They go through several screenings. The only time I was involved in hiring an employee was when I needed one who was bilingual, to ensnare Rey Cardona de la Vega and convince him to sell his companies to us.

"From your surprise, I guess not. May I speak openly, Mr. Kostanidis?"

"What is wrong?"

"Your sister-in-law arrived . . . actually, your two sisters-in-law, Mrs. Madison and Cecily Kostanidis, saying there was a special performance tonight with a new dancer. I apologize in advance for what I'm about to say, sir, but I think they're . . . um . . . up to something ? I think it's the only expression that fits in this case," he says, as if the words scratch his throat.

I get up and walk to the door. "Where are they?"

"In the audience."

"Did my brothers come too?"

"No, sir, but I already took the liberty of calling them both to let them know that their wives are here."

"Fuck!"

"Sir . . . did I do wrong?"

"No, Elmer. Everything is fine. The ‘fuck’ is because I think you're right. They must really be up to something."

I'm already in the hallway when, suddenly, a suspicion enters my mind as I remember how Serenity and I said goodbye to each other, and also the fact that she has been avoiding me like the plague.

No, she wouldn't dare do shit like this to piss me off, just to prove the point that she's not a kid.

"Take me to that dancer."

"Um . . . It's a little late for that, sir. She's already on stage."

"Where are Madison and Cici?"

"Come with me. I will show you."

It doesn't take me long to see Cici's red hair among the spectators, but as I approach the two of them, my attention is captured by the “new dancer.”

Even though she's wearing a mask that covers half her face, I'd recognize those doll eyes anywhere. I know I should get her off the stage immediately, but my arrival coincides with the exact moment she turns and sees me.

It's as if she was waiting for me, and now she looks at me as if it’s only the two of us in the room.

Serenity dressed in a tiny black leather bikini on stage at my nightclub is like my dirtiest fantasy come true. An angel entering hell and tempting sinners.

As much as I want to snatch her away, I'm mesmerized by the sway of her hips.

Her body is more delicate than any of my employees’, but I’ve never been tempted by any of them. The woman who teases me just by breathing, however, makes me hard like a teenager discovering sex.

"Ares." I hear Madison's voice calling me, sounding amused, but even so, I don't look away from the woman who’s managed to entangle me in her web without even being aware of it.

"You two are going to pay me for this," I say, bending down so only they can hear. "Zeus and Dionysus are coming."

I don't give them time to respond; I head straight for the backstage with Elmer on my tail.

"Have the music discreetly stopped and turn off the stage lights," I tell him. "And don't follow me."

What seems like a lifetime later, I arrive backstage. "Everyone, out."

I don't need to speak a second time before my employees disappear.

I open the curtains, and although the melody is slowly fading away, the stage is in darkness.

I see Serenity's ass barely covered by her tiny bikini, and my self-control goes to hell. I walk over to where she is, throw her over my shoulder and start walking to my office.

Neither of us speaks along the way, and it's a good thing that's the case. She tries to kick me, but I slap her ass, holding both legs together.

I enter my office and close the door with one foot. I place her on her feet, open a security panel, and turn off the cameras that are recording us. They don't have sound, but they have a motion sensor, and as soon as someone enters my office, they are activated.

"I don’t do private dances," she says with audacity as I lock the door and approach her.

I don't think twice before untying her mask behind her head. I want to remain indifferent, but I've suppressed my hunger for her for too long.

"What the hell were you trying to prove?"

"That I'm not a child anymore," she says, lifting her chin.

I look at her, starting from her feet in high-heeled shoes up to her dance-toned thighs and the small pieces of leather covering her body.

When my gaze finally reaches her neck, I notice her skin is flushed, and the blush is spreading across her face.

"I know you're not a girl, but now it's time for you to understand once and for all that I'm a man, not a boy."

There is not an ounce of gentleness when I pick her up and sit her on my desk. She doesn't have time to breathe before my mouth slams into hers, tongue demanding, forcing her to surrender.

Lust spirals out of control and attacks me in waves of overwhelming desire.

She responds to the kiss with a dedication that only makes my lust worse.

I feel her hard nipples against my chest, and reaching behind her back, I unclasp her bikini bra. I'm almost lying on top of her, my mouth running over her lips, chin, jaw, biting into the warm flesh of her neck.

I move down and suck on an erect nipple. She moans my name and wraps her thighs around my waist.

I lick her abdomen at the same time as I undo the ties on the sides of her leather panties. "You're shaking, Serenity. I'm dying to taste you, but you can ask me to stop right now."

She shakes her head. "I want everything, Ares."

I don't think she knows what she's asking me for, and I don't even intend to fuck her here in SIN . I'm not that insensitive, and I know that a woman's first time should leave an impression.

I continue the trail of wet kisses down her abdomen and pull her to the edge of the table in order to position her as I want.

When our bodies touch, I can almost feel her heart beating fast.

"Your body wants to surrender to me, baby."

She blushes but lifts her arms above her head, placing her hands flat on the desk, in a silent offer.

Holding her by the ass, I lift her off the table, bringing her thighs to my shoulders, and breathe in the sweet smell of her aroused sex.

"Have you ever been touched here?" I ask, parting her pussy lips and licking from the opening to her clit.

She whimpers and shakes her head no.

Yes, she said she was a virgin and that I gave her, her first orgasm, but that doesn't mean . . .

I don't want to think about it. It doesn't matter what happened before.

“Forget it,” I say.

"No one has touched me intimately but you. Nowhere on my body. As I told you that day, you will be my first everything."

Fuck!

I can't wait any longer to eat her pussy. She glows with desire, and I bend down, eager to taste her honey. The smell of her lust is driving me out of control. With one hand, I separate the soaked lips, and with the other, I lightly caress her clit.

Her reaction is pure lust. She uses her feet on my back as leverage, lifting her ass off the table and offering herself as a sweet sacrifice to my tongue.

I lick and suck her pussy with my mouth open. I suck away her excitement, which has just become my favorite drink. My tongue constantly searches her luscious interior, teasing the untouched flesh, without stopping massaging her pleasure point.

I part my lips, trying to take in everything. I want to get on the floor and make her sit on my face, riding my tongue, but I know it's a lot for someone so innocent.

I suck on her clit and put a finger inside her without going deep. It drives me crazy when I feel how tight she is, and my cock twitches, wanting to feel the tight heat.

She trembles with pleasure, pushing herself against my face, pulling my hair in delight.

I bury my mouth in her slippery folds, eating, devouring, wanting everything from her. "Fill my mouth with your honey, Serenity. Feed me." I grab her hips, bringing her even closer to me, and she trembles, excited.

I work my tongue against her walls, giving her a taste of how it will feel when I fill her with my thick length. I suck on her clit, hard, and it doesn't take long for it to stiffen, giving her her first orgasm.

I don't stop. Only one request from her could restrain me, because I'm hungry.

I suck her sex and fuck her with tongue and fingers. When she comes for the second time, moaning my name, her head falls gently onto the tabletop.

I stand up and look at her.

Open, ready, having surrendered herself deliciously to me.

I want her like I've never wanted a woman in my life, but I force myself to stop.

When I make her mine, it won't just be her surrendering—I'll teach her everything. I want her with me, not seduced, but master of her own desire.

Serenity hasn't woken up. Perhaps the combination of the unusual night and the two orgasms exhausted her.

I have extra shirts in the closet in my living room, and after putting her bikini back on her, I put one of the shirts on over it.

There is a secret passage through which I can leave without being seen by any regulars, and after sending a message to my driver, he will be waiting for us at this second exit.

Once inside the vehicle, I try to put a seat belt around her body, but Serenity snuggles into my lap, her arms around my neck as a soft snore escapes her lips.

Almost half an hour later, when the driver pulls up to my building, I walk out with her in my arms towards her apartment.

I shake my head, sending a clear message to the bodyguards that they don't need to go up with me.

I enter the private elevator, and not for a second do I stop looking at the beautiful, sleeping face. I’ve never seen myself as a jealous man, but I wanted to pluck out the eyes of everyone who watched her performance today.

The elevator stops on her floor, and with difficulty, I touch the fingerprint scanner to open the door. I walk straight to her room. I lay her down on the bed and listen to her mumble.

I don't want to go. I want to pick up where we left off, but this is not a decision I can take back tomorrow morning, so I need to think and consider very carefully the path we take from here on out.

I free her from her high-heeled shoes, then brush the hair out of her eyes and cover her with the sheet. My gaze travels over her beautiful body and the small triangle of cloth that covers her pussy; my mouth waters when I remember the taste of her and how she came for me.

I force myself to move away, and I'm almost at the bedroom door when I notice, inside the closet, several boxes of jewelry, all of which I bought for each performance she's given over the last two years.

They are untouched, still sealed. Why? Didn't she even bother to check what I chose? Each piece is exclusive. I ordered them especially for her.

I pick up a small one, which I know is a ring, because all the others are matching earrings and necklaces.

What does it mean that she didn't have the curiosity to open them?

Otis.

Of course, she was in a serious relationship, and I, like a damn obsessive, silently harassed her with my gifts.

Confused for the first time I can remember, I leave her apartment