He tightens his grip on the edge of his kitchen counter as I clean the blood away with an alcohol wipe; it was a deep wound, and I told him to get a doctor to stitch him up, but he is not listening to me. I help clean up the dry blood with a damp cloth, alternating to an alcohol wipe every few seconds.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, feeling tears fall down my eyes.

He rose a brow and turns around to face me, "why are you apologising?"

"Because-I-you're hurt...and-" his lips press against mine, distracting me from my tears. I grasp his wrist, closing my eyes to feel free in this moment. His kiss makes me calm down; his kiss gives me the reassurance I needed.

"I like pain Ali, stop apologising and stitch me up." I sniffle, nodding my head as I grab the needle and the thread.

He turns around, and I close my eyes for a moment before inserting the needle into his flesh. He doesn't even move a muscle. I seal his wound with stitches and then patch it with a plaster. I put the needle and the mess in the trashcan next to the fridge.

Ares slides a shirt over his head, but I stop him the moment I see a new tattoo on his shoulders. "Is that...my lips?" I whisper, brushing my thumb against it. He nods, Ares got my lip marks tattooed on his shoulders. "I love it."

His kisses press against my closed eyes and onto my brow. He extends the delicate kiss before meeting my lips. I can feel his canines biting into my lips, as if he wanted to taste my mouth. He bites harder when I don't let him. In surprise, I open my mouth and feel his tongue delve into my mouth, sighing gently.

He then lifts me onto the counter. He kisses me again, this time opening my legs wider so he can fit between them. I wrap them around his waist and place his hands on either side of my hips.

My hands slither around the back of his head, intensifying the kiss as I feel his member harden on my clit. His kisses go down my neck and into my chest. He sucks onto one of my nipples while pinching the other. I lean back slightly, arching my back to force my breasts farther into his face.

"Butterflies?" I ask him in a whisper, his lips travel back to mine.

"You want to feel them now?"

"I want to make you feel them..." He rose a brow; I tilt my head back staring at the ceiling. He is about to pleasure me, but I wanted to pleasure him. I push his face away and slide of the counter, his brow raises as i grab onto his hands and head towards the living room.

I gently push him down onto the couch. Just like you did it before. It should be easy, "Alex...you don't-" I get down onto my knees on the floor and in between his legs.

Just pleasure him.

I unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his pants. I yanked on them, but he did not assist by raising his body. So, I yanked down more till I could see his underwear. Calvin Klein black underwear, my finger runs along the hem of them before peeling them down far enough for his member to protrude.

He sprung out hard, long and thick. Just like in the car.

Because he was so large, his tip was spherical. My tongue runs over the tip of his cock, licking the pre-cum away. "Fuck..." He sighs.

He tries to sit up, but I push him back down with my hands on his chest. Where is this confidence coming from? The adrenaline from earlier? He shudders as I take half of his member into my mouth.

Ares is becoming increasingly vulnerable, so I take my chances and sucked his cock more quickly. His fingers press into my hair as I bob my head up and down his shaft. My saliva clings to his cock, and he wraps his hands around my hair tightly enough to force me down deeper.

"Fuuuuckkk." His tips his head backwards, I gagged, and he pushed me down further. I could tell he liked the noises being produced from my mouth. Because he continued wanting to hear it, I slide my hand under his shirt, grazing his skin with my fingernails.

"Look at me." He orders, I do as he says and stare up at him with his cock in my mouth. I begin sucking harder, he then holds my head all the way down to his pelvis. My eyes widen as i begin loosing breath. "Breathe through your nose." He whispers through gritted teeth; I do as he says. Breathing through my nose as my mouth suffocates around his cock.

He groans softly and before I know it, i feel a shooting liquid go down my throat.

He groans and keeps my head down; my eyes begin to water before he pulls me off. I did not have a chance to breathe as he yanks me on top of him, he grabs my lips with his and kisses me roughly. He pulls down my underwear, he wraps an arm around my small waist as he drags me down onto his chest. "Now let's make you feel your butterflies, huh?" I nod my head, a small smile creeping up my face.

He then pulls me down onto it, easing me in gradually.

But when he slaps his hand around my mouth and rams me down, I moan loudly. My pussy clenches around his member, one hand around my waist. He directs my movements and thrusts into and out of me. I couldn't breathe since his hands were covering both my nose and mouth; I suppose he forgets how large they are.

I muffle, grabbing onto his wrist. "Hold them in, as much as i want to hear you scream my name." He whispers, removing his hands away from my mouth and around my neck. My fingers still clinging on his wrists, i hold in my moans.

I am almost there as my eyes roll back and my head tilts back. Oh my God! Sweat glistens around my breasts as he hammers his member into me. Butterflies are swarming my stomach, he observes it, and he smiles sinisterly, knowing that I had to release already.

"Cum," he gives the order, and with one final forceful push, I release all over his him. I whimper inside, wanting to cry since I've been holding it in. I fall onto his chest as I feel him fill me full of his cum. He chuckles, grazing the back of my neck. "You're fucking incredible."

Hang on...both our head shoot up.

"Oh fuck!" He slips me out of him, "we didn't use a condom."

"You didn't pull out..." My eyebrows raise in fear, he stands up. "Are you mad?"

"Mad? The sex was so good you made me forget to pull out Angelos," he grabs his phone from his jeans and a little flutter kicks my stomach. I blush crimson and he rests the phone against his shoulders. "Adonis, bring me a plan B." He orders on the phone, picking up his shirt before helping me get into it. It falls down like a dress.

I stands up and wrap my arms around his waist, Ares ends the phone call and throws his phone to the side. "Adonis is bring you a plan B, take one now and then one in the morning." I nod, he kisses my nose softly.

We hear the apartment below us playing a song on the vinyl, a slow song. "Tell me another memory..." I whisper to him.

"You wrote me letters...every day for three hundred and sixty-five days. I have every single one of them...except one. You were mid writing it and you were going to finish it once we got home but then the accident happened...But there was one...one letter that kept me going..." He whispers, we begin moving to the song. ""

He remembered the letter I appeared to have written him; how beautiful it is to be really loved. I felt tears well up in my eyes; where did I get this man? He places his palm on my lower back and pushes me towards him; my forehead and hands rest on his chest, and my eyes close tightly.

But we were interrupted by a loud crashing noise from outside the apartment, Ares pushes me behind him and grabs a gun from behind the couch. My eyes widen, we-were just doing things on the couch...he had a gun there the entire time. He walks up to the door, before it opens, and a wide-eyed Atlas falls to the ground.

Ares shakes his head and tucks the gun in the back of his trousers before kicking Atlas jokingly, "Adonise, you fucking prick!" Atlas yells at him, I see Adonis stepping over him as if he were a mere disease.

"He's been pissing me of the entire time, here is your plan B for the pregnant lady." Adonis shakes the bag.

"Hey, you got bars." Atlas chuckles, fixing his jaw as he stands up. Ares grabs the bag from his grasp and makes his way to me.

"Well, hello Alexandra Jones." Adonis smiles as he flops onto the couch, I mould in my smile. I was about to warn him not to sit there...

"Hello Adonis."

Atlas rose a brow as he looks down at the couch, then at me and Ares. He lets out a steamed laugh and settles on the swinging chair. "Why the fuck are you-" Atlas swings around the chair, Adonis glances at the both of us and then the couch.

"Mhm," Atlas smirks.

"No...no please no...do I have Ares' children on my ass right now?" Ares shuffles through the bag and takes out pills. The silence answered his question, and he stands up with a small scream of disgust, "Ares, this is unhygienic, you fucking cunt!" I let out a long laugh, Ares hands me a pill and a glass of water.

I swallow the pill.

"I forgot to tell Aunt Coraline-" I whisper.

"I already told her, Angelos. Atlas, call the rest of them and tell them to come. We need to talk about what we are going to do with Lucas, and you, you go have some rest. I'll join you in a bit." I nod my head, Ares kisses me one last time as I make my departure to the bedroom.

"Lucas is back?" Adonis whispers.

"Not for much longer." Ares murmurs.

What does he mean by that?

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