Dreams Outgrow Rooms Built From Other Peoples Fears by Niro Mason 54

[Music: Play With Fire By Sam Tinnesz & Yacht Money] 

But I did the complete opposite. 

I stood on his shoes and kissed him. As quick as my action was, my back pressed into the cold wall as Ares trapped me. 

Just when I inched closer to taste more of him, he yanked his lips away, whispering to my ear. “A little bold for someone who has no appeal towards me.” 

Seriously? He’s bringing that up now? Ugh! 

Frustrated, I took my hand away, but he snatched my wrist, locking it above my head, and I groaned. I couldn’t move my other hand because it was heavy from the cast, so it rested lifelessly at my side. 

He had me just where he wanted me, gazing down on me like he had confined a mouse. “Y–You’re not being fair…” I found my voice, trying to keep it from shaking. 

My words seemed to have struck a nerve because a crooked amusement contorted on his face. 

“Fair?” 

His hand moved to my ribcage, and finally, his eyes dipped to my body ever since I took off the hospital gown. His cold gaze felt like ice slipped through my skin, and the starvation blooming almost knocked the air out of me. 

The way Ares looked at me was as if I were a rare treasure he never thought existed. I have never been looked at in such a way before. 

When his hand cupped my breast, I thrust forward, but he pinched my nipple, and he wasn’t being sweet about it, pain shooting through me like a tide. Before I could collect myself, his hand drove low and cupped my pussy. 

“Is this fair?” he questioned. “Your body breaks for me, and yet you don’t say the words I want to hear.” 

I flicked my eyes open, nostrils flaring as I glowered, but this only seemed to make 

Ares more entertained to the max. 

Irritated, I squirmed to break free, but his finger stroked my clit, and a spiking electricity shook through me, hitting all the way to the back of my head, only to be 

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denied. 

He moved again, between my thighs, following all the way back to my heat in a torturous, slow caress, and not getting to the point I needed. 

I can’t take this because I wanted him to touch me like he did in his office, I wanted his fingers inside me again, and I wasn’t sure how long I could go without begging for it. 

I sucked in breath when he leaned down and his mouth covered my nipple. 

Oh god! 

My toes curled, lips apart, and the back of my head hit the wall as an eager explosion imbued me. His mouth was hot! 

But he was off me again. His tongue dragged upwards and stopped at my neck as he whispered against my skin. 

“Tell me what I need to hear.” 

I rasped heavily when I felt his hand inching towards my heat, but he did it impossibly sluggish to the point I had to thrust my waist forward. 

Smack! 

Right on my tits! 

But my disapproval didn’t last long, not when his hand was back at my pussy where I was already drenching beyond words. 

I released a breathy moan as he rubbed against the spot, spreading my wetness all over my lady parts. 

His teeth grazed my chin, my breath coming off harsh and drowning the sound of the running water. 

My heart pounded painfully, and I could hear it race in my eardrums. The lingering feeling of where his fingers had been felt like had lost a part of myself. 

“We can keep going like this… slow… and…” He slapped my clit, and I hissed. “…under my mercy. What’s it gonna be, baby?” 

I turned my head away, sinking my teeth painfully into my bottom lip. He laughed softly, his hot breath kissing my neck as he trailed kisses that felt like my skin would 

burn off. 

“Don’t look away. It’s too late to be embarrassed now.” 

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I whimpered when I felt his finger once more but not close enough for my liking. I’m torn between screaming at him and opening myself like a needy slut. 

I succumbed to the latter. 

Reasoning went out the window as I parted myself like the pages of a book, and when he drove further to tease, I locked him right there, trapping his hand. 

I peered at him through my lashes, a triumphant look in my eyes, but I earned more than I bargained for. 

He thrust two fingers into me at once, and I sucked in breath. Pleasure consumed me like damnation, and I’m at my wits‘ end with this man. 

I had no idea how something simple would be so sweet and intense. It wasn’t fair to my body that I was starved to the point of madness. 

I waited for a beating second that felt like the hardest moment of my life. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t fucking move. He simply watched me like a hawk, his blue eyes darkened to the point I couldn’t catch the light. 

I wasn’t sure how long I could go on, a strangled moan breaking from my throat when he twirled his hand, and I pulsed, coating his fingers shamelessly. 

“A–Ares…” I struggled to speak, face softening as I rasped heavily. “P–Please…” 

He doesn’t budge. This time, he leaned away, and I feared that he would just leave me like this. 

“I–I admit it! I–I’m attracted to you. You’re making me insane!” 

My chest rose and fell heavily, that confession took a whole out of me, more than I could ever imagine, and it slapped me right in the face when fruition set in. 

Oh no. 

A broad smile curled on Ares‘ lips, and his dimples carved into his cheeks. He released me, and without a word, he left the shower. 

And I just stood there, quivering, in shock, sexually frustrated, and worst of all, infuriated. 

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