Page 55 of The Cursed Chalice

“That’s my good girl. Take my fucking dick. Look at the wet mess you are making on me.”

The sound of our fucking echoes through the kitchen.

Ares’ hand moves to my throat. He presses me down onto the counter, my back flat against the cold marble. His hold on my throat tightens.

“Trust me,” he mutters.

My hand presses his hand harder around my throat.

Ares laughs, but his hips never stop. I am spread out open on the island getting fucked by a beautiful man. I am going to heaven. His thumb makes quick circles on my hip, and the hold around my neck tightens. I can’t breathe, but the lack of air, the feel of his cock pounding into me, the touch of his thumb is making me?—

Ares bends over me and whispers in my ear, “Come with me, Soraya. Give it to me, little flame.” He slams into me harder, making my teeth rattle.

“Fuck.” That’s all I can get out as my body falls over the edge. I lift my hips, and my pussy squeezes onto his cock, all the while squirting on him.

“By the fucking God! Look at me.”. His hand tighten around my throat; the other moves and grips my ass.

I don’t know if it’s the lack of oxygen or just Ares, but I feel…I cry out as I come again.

“Fuck!” Ares groans, slamming his cock deep into my body.

I wrap my hand around his wrist as a shudder runs through his body.

We both remain silent, with only our breathing sounding through the kitchen.

We just had the most amazing mind-blowing sex on the kitchen island, and we are both silent. Is he having regrets? I turn my back to him and tie the robe around my body. I should say something, but what?

When I turn to face him, he’s already dressed, standing at the marble island with my phone in his hand, like we didn’t just have the best sex ever.

He sets the phone down. “All your numbers are unblocked.”

“Thank you,” I mutter in reply. My eyes can’t meet his.

“Soraya.”

God, is he going to say he regret it? I lift my gaze to his. “Ares.”

“Remember what I said. This home isn’t a cage; it’s your sanctuary.”

I nod, feeling both charged and exposed.

“Good night, little flame.” He turns and walks away, and I stand in the kitchen dumbfounded.

As Ares leaves, I open the phone and call Michelle. Within two minutes, she answers.

"Hello?"

“Mich, it’s Soraya,” I whisper.

There is a pause and then a scream. “Raya, oh my God. Where are you?”

I feel joy in having someone miss me. “I am safe. I can explain when I see you.”

“How about tomorrow? I can meet you at Buster’s.”

“I miss you so much. I can’t wait to see you. How about tomorrow around 10?”

“Doable. I miss you too. See you tomorrow.”