"I can't decide if I want to fuck him or hate him." Jessica lays with her back on the bed, legs eagle spread with her pink panties on display. Both her and I are thankful the men didn't play the contract against us. After very sincere apologies, they both acted like the genuinely understood. They spoke with the guards that had followed us around and learned they we'd stopped for coffee, walked into the office, then had the freak out.

"Why not both?" I lay on the floor next to her, my skirt bunched at my hips as well. Jessica mentioned what'd happened between them while Ares was walking me back to the apartment. Apparently, she tripped on the sidewalk falling towards the street. Josh caught her pulling her up into him, so her legs wrapped around, head tucked against his neck with his hand for support through her hair. They hadn't been that close before, and without thinking Josh kissed her forehead thanking the moon she was alright. After catching her breath and admitting to me it was the biggest turn on, she'd ever experienced, she let him lead her back with curse after curse demanding he never touch her like that again. Talk about falling for one another.

"You think so? One good time and then I go back to hating him?" She mumbles but then grabs the pillow screaming into it. Both her and I admit to such conflictions. This doesn't feel human.

"Just one time. If we are making bad decisions here, we might as well go big or go home." I respond nibbling at my lips at the idea of being under that well sculpted man. Jessica turns bright red at the idea as well. Her eyes glaze over at the thought, tongue popping out between her teeth.

"You're right. He pisses me the hell off but something about him. Just one time? Solid oath between us?" She sticks out her pinky.

"One time each? Then never again?" I stick out mine.

"Then we run." She wraps her finger around mine, I clasp mine back.

"Then we run."

~

Ares knocks on the door when he comes to pick me up, I tug on my sweater against my dark jeans and some converse. A simple but effective outfit for the chilly night. I pull open the door for him, Jessica is still laid out in her room debating her life choices, so I don't have much to worry about. Josh has admitted to knowing about our morning purchases, but with a quick threat from Jessica, Josh shut up and left it alone. I remember it being along the lines of 'shoving a vibrator so far up his ass he'll see stars and taste god,' but I don't want to misquote.

"Hello, love. You look stunning as always." He studies my earrings that I paired with the necklace, "Ready?"

"Yes." I grab my wallet from the side table and close the door behind me as we walk down to the lobby. Ares tries to grab my hand, but I evade trying to keep myself together. Only one time. Our hand holding earlier was to avoid me running off. I hadn't wanted to be carried. Now I have part of a choice, one that I plan to fully use, "I was thinking, do you have an apartment closer to your office? Or do you really take a helicopter ride to work every day?"

"If I have to stay in town, I reserve a hotel, but most days I just take myself home." He clears his throat leaning towards me as we walk, "Is there a reason for your question?" Our height difference is drastic enough that Ares must tilt down to get a full look at me. I've always been into the tall ones, but him and his men take it to another level. Even at the bank I noticed them all sitting well above six feet.

"I figured after dinner we could spare a detour to your hotel for the night... that is if you have one?" My voice is subtle, but the hint is evident, and he clearly picks up on it. He pulls out his phone typing away before looking back up to me.

"Handled. Now, let's get some food in you. I was thinking..." He holds the door open in the lobby and I walk through. The rain is lightly drizzling down around us, and I take the opportunity to turn and face him under the canopy of our complex. His scent wafts against me again. It's a drug. It must be. My mind muddles, only one want on my mind.

"You know what I was thinking?"

He smiles, "Yes?"

"That you should shut up." Wrapping my hands through his shirt, I pull him into me letting my mouth smash against his. His lips shock against mine, the electric touch catching me off guard. He digs his hands into my hair pulling me as close as possible moving his mouth against mine so deliciously. The taste of him is like a holiday, this sweet cracking energy that just keeps your heart rate moving. His teeth nibble my bottom lip, and I allow his tongue and mine to dance. My world falls away as our kiss takes my focus. Nothing in life, no boyfriend, no movies, nothing prepared me for serotonin kissing the right man gave me. And damn is he the right man. I pull myself away unwillingly, my need for air finally taking over my need of him. His breath is just as heavy, the steam from our breath mixing in the cold air. I place a finger over his mouth shushing him from staying anything that might change my mind, "Hotel?"

The CEO turns dark, his eyes lowering to look over my sweater. My nipples are hard under the fabric and can be see underneath the canopy lights. He doesn't say yes or no, just bends down and grabs my hips tossing me over his shoulder almost running me down 12th street. I'll take that as a yes. The hotel room door is slammed behind us, the concierge barely given time to tell us a room number before we stormed past. Our room was the highest in the hotel tower, and it reminded me of the old story of the princess hidden away until she found her prince. He'd booked a room close to us, one that with his abilities didn't take long to reach. Thankfully.

His hands are all over me, kisses peppered over my face, neck, even hands as he walks me to the bed. I let him too, the euphoria of his touch taking over any logical thought. My ass hits the bed, my body moved towards the top, Ares moving over me. His eyes are gold with lust, but focused on my wide eyes, "Are you sure? I don't want to do anything you don't want to."

"Please Ares."

He groans taking my mouth with his, "Say it again."

"Hmm?" I moan against his mouth, a light smile on my lips, "Ares please. Screw me." He moans against my neck moving down to nibble at my collar bone. I let me devour me, sucks and bites trailed over my exposed skin. Hooking my fingers under my top, I tug at the base, to which Ares happily helps me exposed my uncovered chest. His mouth wraps around a nipple sucking lightly, my body ignites lifting to meet him, my legs wrapping around him as best I can. His hand moves to my other nipple pinching.

"Baby." I moan, my sweet spot always having been my tits. While I might love a good head job, a man with the right skills could make me cream with my nipples alone and Ares Gray has those skills. His arm wraps under my waist holding me up to him as he devours me in the most dominating way. His groans of pleasure mixing in the air with mine. I feel his manhood pressing against the inner part of my thigh through his slacks and start to work at the buckle.

He's kissing down my belly running his tongue back up into the dip of my breast. My fingers tangle in his hair demanding he keeps his mouth on me. I see one of his hands lay flat beside my face, and the image of claws captures my eyes before he digs into the bed, his mouth dragging me back to focus. He unbuttons my pants pulling them to my ankles and tossing both my shoes and them off to one side. He follows with tugging his shirt off letting me see the beautiful tattoos that decorate his body. I grab at his buckle sliding it off, he throws his pants to the side, our body pauses to take each other in, "Veronica, my love, you are exquisite." I almost cry at his words, James Volga used me, never complimented me as I laid below him. The way Ares looks over my body, his touch light like he can't believe I'm there... it's a high, "You," Kiss, "Are," Kiss, "So," Kiss, "Beautiful." Bite.

I arch my back into him, his teeth pulling a moan out of me. I feel his laugh against my chest, and his hand work his way down to my panty line. His fingers slip between my things laying over one of the most sensitive parts of me, and I forget how to breathe. His hand moves to my mouth, covering me as I moan into him loud enough that the neighbors might come barging in, and even if they did, I'd ask them to sit down and enjoy the show. The curl of his fingers, the rhythm, the whispers of endearment send me over the edge, my body jerking towards release, "Please my love, cum for me."

My whole-body shudders ups, a final freeze at the top of my arch as my whole being comes undone from his electric touch. I fight off the scream letting his hand muffle my pleasure. My back falls flat against the bed, the nerves over my body awake, "My turn." I whisper leaning up to wrap my hand around him pulsing back and forth. He crumbles beneath me, my hand sending him a world of pleasure, and this isn't even the best part.

I shimmy down so I lay beneath him, a well-kept manhood that I get to pleasure. My tongue runs down the side, his hand scraping down the sheets. I use my sex high to control me, give me the confidence I need. I feel his hands grab my shoulders shifting me up and away. He flips me over lifting my ass into the air. I curl my back down excited, and he meet expectations giving me a light slap on the ass before giving me the toe-curling pleasure of his shaft. He fucks me like I need, his hand wrapping through the roots of my hair to pulls back into him, his tempo slow but hard as we move together. I bounce my hips with him to keep up, our mess of moans the only communication we need.

"Love..." He pulls out, his pleasure going over my back and onto the bed. I feel his hands rest on my ass a waiting game until he dies down.

I look over my shoulder, his eyes calmer than before, "Ready for pizza?"

Ares had the pizza ordered before we could discuss what just happened between us. A tether had finally clicked, this new tug that I couldn't recognize now connecting us. I watch the handsome devil settle at the base of the bed while I pull my shirt back over my head, "You are something else, my darling."

He reaches a handout, and I pretend to shift to grab my shoes to ignore the offer of touch. While we just shared a moment, I'd rather keep to myself till the end of days, at least with him. He's too addicting, and one slip up I might let myself fall for him, the need to be with him overpowered my thoughts, and now I understand why Jess and I had to have a taste. I don't think we could have left without knowing the true extent of these males, and now that I do, I must get out of here fast. He brushes it off looking around the room while I finish pulling my shoes on, "Thanks for that, while I still don't like you, I needed it."

I watch his mouth open and close, hand still outreached towards me, "I let the bond take over instead of really discussing the implications that came with it..."

I shrug my shoulders, "My kidnapper was able to convince me to have sex. Completely consensual. Now we are going to eat greasy pizza and never talk about this again. This situation is really one of the most fucked up things I have done in a while."

"Darling-" He tries again but I raise my hand up to stop him.

"Never again. I let my body take over, instead of my head. While I enjoyed it, and had a great time, I was using you, okay?" The lies slip from my lips easily, far easier than they ever have before. The pain that erupts from my gut almost has me kneeling over, I try to play it off, grabbing my stomach, but Ares knows something's up.

"Veronica... now that we've been intimate your body won't let you leave me or reject me. That is what I am trying to explain..."

"The fuck is this?" I scream about to puke, my stomach rolls again, almost like a snap against my abdomen that twists into a tight enough knot sending me to the ground. Ares kneels next to me laying his hands on my arms. The sparks I had felt before were nothing compared to now almost like a lightning storm that scatters over my skin sending my brain into a fried overdrive.

"You need to breath, I am here, love." His voice is soothing. It reminds of water after a long run. The dry throat that just needs to chug water to be rejuvenated, and right now, I need a gallon jug.

"Please get-" I must take another breath, "Away from me."

"I can't do that, Veronica. Let me assist you."

"Fuck." The tears pour from my eyes, a steady fall that ruins any makeup I had on. The pain wins against me, my eyes looking up to the worried Ares begging him to do something, "Please... please help me."

His eyes have a rim of gold, jaw set in determination when he pulls me up from the ground setting me on his hips. I let my legs hang on either side of him, and he tucks my head under his chin wrapping his wonderful arms around me in a tight hug. Ares shifts so the bed is against his back, and I breath in his scent my mind going into a fuzzy nothing, "Focus on clearing your mind, focus on me. Let my presence comfort you."

And I do just that, my heart settling and the pain subsiding. I take in his smell one breath at a time. My fingers trace over the defined muscles of his sides, my legs sizzling in connection with his. The essence of him removes the pain, and I fully relax letting my tired body melt into his. When the pain is finally gone, I still stay against him enjoying the warmth that he provides my cold heart.

"Are you better?" His words are rough almost as if he smoked a pack of cigarettes before speaking. He runs his hands through my hair keeping me tucked under him so I can't look at his face.

"I am. Thank you, Mr. Gray." I mumble into his skin my lips leaving a ghost kiss on his collar bone. I feel him still at the touch, but he doesn't mention it continuing to rub my head.

"Do you want me to release you?" The words are pained a desperation I haven't heard before.

"Yes, please." No, hold me closer. I am my own hypocrite. He helps me off him setting me on the floor in front. I watch as he stands to grab his clothes tugging them over himself without looking at me. I must have fucked with his feelings big time. But why does it matter? I mean he's the one that made this complicated. But why did I have to add to it? My inner turmoil is embarrassing, I know what I have done is wrong, but other parts of me are high in serotonin at the thought of finally bedding this man. Such a confusing brain that I can't think straight enough to make a settled decision. The anger that builds from it finally gets my tongue rolling, maybe in a bad way, "So what is this?"

Ares pauses putting on his watch to look over to me, his hair is messy from where my hands tugged at the roots. It takes everything not to lick my lips at his delicious figure, "What is what, Veronica?"

"You know something that I don't, here."

"I know a lot of things you don't." I flatten my lips at his response rolling my eyes.

My feet get under me in one movement when I stand up, my finger pointed at him in an accusing manner, "No, something about this. Why are you so obsessed? What is the point? I am a dirty, poor, New Yorker that barely remembers the last nice meal she had before you. Now, I have a billionaire taking me and demanding for a relationship. I just looked you dead in the face and said I was using you, and you still comforted me?" I take a breath looking back to where we sat, "And what the hell was that? I haven't experienced anything like that with anyone."

He gives a non-humorous laugh, "And why would I tell the woman that is using me anything? Do you believe you deserve an explanation before you have earned one?"

"I do. It involves me. How can I make any decision if I don't have all the details?"

He stops fiddling with the watch snapping it into place, "Have you ever thought someone could care so much about another that its debilitating? Ever known a relationship where they just can't get enough of one another?"

"No, that just isn't how it works." I spit throwing my hands up.

"That is how this works. You and me. And when you finally get rid of this wall you have, then we can talk. Because for me Veronica, you're it. I plan to marry you, build you a home, have kids, have you with me to run our p-business. You are my everything, my weakness, my strength. Loving you is all I want to do, and yet you fight me."

"You've known me less than a week! How can you just say these things?" More tears form, my mind shutting down from all the admittance. It sounds so good, amazing that part of me wants to give into him, let him rule me.

He walks over, and I stay in place. The back of his hands comes up to trace the side of my face catching a tear with his thumb, "Who broke you, my love? Who ruined your heart so that you ignore the fire that burns over your skin at our touch?" He traces down my side, every moment of his touch breath taking as he lands on my hips pulling me into him, "Because I know you feel this, this pull between us. You're mine. Just say the words and I can tell you everything. Say that you're mine, agree to be with me."

I shove away, my heart breaking, "I need to go home please."

He takes in a breath holding it for a moment before releasing it, "You haven't eaten, love."

"I just... I need space."

"I'll bring it with us then, if that's alright?" His words become soft once more. He's backed down for now.

I look up to his eyes, the care that he feels for me falling from him so effortlessly, "That will be okay, thanks, for everything."