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He rocks back on his heels, shedding his boxers in one smooth motion. My eyes dart down, then away, then back again, unable to help myself. He’s freakinghuge, and the sight of him hard and ready makes me ache all over.

“Still think I’m wrong about your kink?” he teases as he wraps a hand around his girth and gives it a few lazy strokes, spreading my legs wide and lining up between them.

I glare back at him, refusing to admit what we both know as he drags the tip of his cock through my wetness. Rather than pushing inside, he leans down to kiss me again, sweet and gentle, as if he’s thanking me for letting him have this.

“Tell me,” he rasps against my lips.

I hesitate for half a second, pride warring with need. But in the end, need wins.

“I want you, Ares,” I whisper.

He pulls back with a triumphant grin, gathering my hair into his fist, eyes locking with mine. The man stares right into my damn soul as he pushes inside with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips,stealing my breath. I feel every inch of him as he fills me up, the stretch both painful and perfect as his hips meet mine.

“Fuck,” he chokes, pulling out halfway and slamming home again. “You’re so goddamn tight, babe.”

A wanton moan escapes me as I clutch at his shoulders, hips rising up to meet his thrusts as he sets a rhythm. It’s steady at first, but quickly turns wild as we both lose ourselves to the sensation. Ares keeps up the running commentary, praising every reaction, every gasp, every clench of my muscles around him. He fucks me hard and deep, telling me how good I feel, how perfect I am, how he’s never wanted anyone as badly as he wants me.

Every word goes straight to my core, making me even wetter, even needier. Suddenly I’m desperate to hear what he’ll say next, dangling from the precipice of disaster.

“You take me so well,” he pants, thrusts growing more frantic. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

I try to fight it, try to stay silent, but the pleasure is too much.

“Yes,” I gasp, and the look on his face– pure joy, pure pride– is enough to push me over the edge again.

I come so hard I see stars, clenching around him as I ride out wave after wave of bliss. Ares follows a second later, burying himself to the hilt and groaning my name into the crook of my neck.

We collapse in a sweaty, tangled heap, both of us too wrecked to move. For a few minutes, all I can do is lie there catching my breath, letting the aftershocks roll through my body.

Eventually, I muster the energy to roll over, limbs heavy and useless, like I’ve just run a marathon. I find Ares already watching me, propped up on an elbow, hair a tousled mess and a devilish grin on his lips.

“Told you,” he says smugly.

I flip him off with a limp hand, but my mouth betrays me with a smile.

“Admit it,” he goads, brushing the sweaty hair off my forehead with one hand and tickling my ribs with the other.

I giggle and try to squirm away, but his arm locks around my waist, dragging my body against his and holding me at his mercy.

“Okay, okay!” I gasp between helpless giggles, collapsing against him as he finally relents.

He dips his chin to look down at me, archinga brow.

I bite my lip, cheeks still flushed. “Maybe I’ve got a kink,” I mumble.

He beams another grin and my stomach flips.Dammit.

I give him a playful shove and flop back down, Ares immediately pulling me over to lay half on top of him. We stay like that for a while, tangled in silence, the city lights flickering across the ceiling above us. His hand finds mine, fingers brushing over my knuckles, and it hits me how good this feels. How dangerous that is.

I’m not supposed to be doing this. I’m not supposed tofeellike this.

But wrapped up in him, sated and warm and stupidly happy, it’s hard to remember why I ever tried to resist.

CHAPTER 25

Ares

My older brother’sface fills my phone screen as our video call connects, and I’m already grinning like an idiot. Don’t even care. Archer Raines may be the most annoyingly responsible person I know, but he’s also my best friend, and it’s been way too long since I’ve seen him.