Chapter 5 - PEACE

Ares Young

I love it when she thinks she can get rid of me by mentioning her brother, who is never in the picture. If that's the case, I would say getting rid of him will be easy. Besides, I don't think he cares about his sister. He fucking dumped her decades ago.

My attention fell on her beautiful grey eyes. Very fucking rare. Now, those eyes are not only filled with fear but also lust.

I'm sure she has zero idea that her body was betraying her by grinding shamelessly against my hand. She was so wet that I could smell it before I touched her.

"Please let me go..." She whispered. I guess her brain and her body decided to betray each other today.

"Ares." She moaned as I put two fingers inside of her. I knew instantly that it had been a while since she had sex. Her walls were tight, and she felt pleasure as I moved slowly. From clawing her nails into my skin, she trailed her hands to my shoulder, moving her body to ride my fingers.

I thrust in and out of her fast, building her orgasm quickly until she came on my hand. Her mouth was opened, gasping for air. I put my fingers into her mouth so she could taste herself.

"Good girl, wildcat." Her eyes widen when she realizes what she has done. She pushed me away, pulled his pants up, and ran into her room. She locked it, and I could hear her closing her bathroom, too.

Leila Morrow

I showered and washed my body five times to remove his trace. What was I thinking? It felt like I was being possessed. I cursed at myself, especially towards my body, which betrayed me in front of the devil himself.

Not to mention, I wanted to blame my eyes for admiring his good looks. He has a high cheekbone, a sharp jawline, and beautiful dark brown eyes. His eyes had light brown strikes on them, which made him look like a cheetah. His short jet-black hair was styled ideally to make him look like a bad boy and a gentleman at the same time. His body was lean but muscular. He's about 6 foot 2, and his glasses make him look more intelligent and intimidating.

I put my hoodie and sweatpants on before going out of the room. I heard the door close around 30 minutes after I got into the shower, so it was safe to go outside.

I grabbed a glass of cold water and drank it like I hadn't drunk for days. He's stressing me out because I lost my job because of him, and now he's torturing me.

I should try to find a part-time job as I figure out how to make Ares go away. I want him to leave me alone without me calling the police. Reporting him to the police works on him for some reason.

Tomorrow I will find myself a job.

Now, I need to rest because I haven't slept well since yesterday. I ensured that I locked my doors and windows closed and wrapped my body in a blanket.

Ares Young

My parents always told me that it's not easy to get someone's attention or interest, and it would be impossible for someone to get hooked or to be obsessed with a particular thing because people get bored quickly, especially when they already get what they want.

They're not wrong.

I believe them because they've been in the jewelry industry forever, so observing what people want is something that they do best.

I'm sitting in the corner of a dark room, looking at Leila, who is sleeping like she has no problem in life. She tossed a couple of times in her sleep, and she habitually snuggled more into her blanket every time she turned her body.

Why am I here? I'm also asking the same question to myself.

I was intrigued by her in ways that are hard for me to explain. After she threw me two cups of coke, she knew immediately that she had to get away from me. Then, when I threw her into a dark room, she was trying so hard to hide and get away. Pretending to be brave when her whole body was fucking shaking from the fear.

One thing that made me hooked was she got over it so quickly, like it never happened to her.

If she were so scared of me, she would call the police like a maniac, go to her friends Poppy or Jaz, and stay there with them until I no longer be around her. She also should not be sleeping like she has zero problems.

She got over things quickly, and I bet she will start looking for jobs tomorrow like I didn't warn her about her inability to get a job.

I approached her, slowly pulling her blanket off and placing myself between her legs. I pulled her sweatpants and panties off and threw them off the bed. She didn't even move an inch, and it pissed me off.

I pulled her body to the edge of the bed and buried my head between her legs. I licked her and started eating her like she was my first meal of the day. She stirred in her sleep and found her hand running through my hair, pushing me more into her.

I started to fuck her with my tongue. She was moaning like a needy girl, throwing her head back and digging her nails into my scalp, begging for more.

Licking. Sucking. Biting. Fucking.

My hands trailed up to her breast, feeling her hard nipples and planning to fuck them after I made her come. I started to angle myself to give her more pleasure, and I thought she would finish soon.

I thrust two fingers in, fucking her with my fingers, and she came on my face.

I crawled up to her and claimed her lips so she could taste herself on my lips. She bit my bottom lip when I was about to pull away, begging for more. Her hands made their way to her pussy, touching herself.

"You're so fucking horny, aren't you, wildcat?"