Dreams Outgrow Rooms Built From Other Peoples Fears by Niro Mason 80

80 First Night With The Devil 

CATHERINE (1 

We’re staying here for the entire weekend?! 

I have only been here for a few hours, but I already feel like taking the next car that drives by and get the hell outta here. 

“You look tired,” he said. “You need to get some rest.” 

Rest. I’m not sure that is what I need right now: After I told myself I would proceed with caution, I ended up on his lap. I really need to rewire my brain and start making use of it like a normal person. 

His explanation gave me some atom of peace and it was a reminder that the man who burst through the door actually had a gun pointed at us. I was so caught up in the fact that Ares had shot a man multiple times that didn’t see that he did the needful to protect us. 

But I can’t shake the feeling about Ares‘ reaction to the whole thing. There was something I couldn’t quite place, and the more I think about it, the more I have many questions. 

“What are you gonna tell the cops when they get here? I mean, they see the body and 

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“Catherine. Calm down.” 

I didn’t realize I was shaking until he said those words. 

“I’ll handle it quietly so that there’s no panic.” 

“B–But the cops are gonna be involved, right? I added, patiently waiting for his reply. 

“Yes,” 

“I–If it comes to a statement, I’ll give it. I–I have never been questioned by them before, but I’ll do my best and explain why you had to shoot him and…” 

The smile on Ares‘ lips made me pause. 

“Why are you smiling?” I whispered. “Ares, this is serious.” 

“You don’t need to worry about anything. I told you already I’d handle it. All you have to do for me is relax.” 

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Relax. Sure, I can do that. 

Ares took off his suit jacket and draped it on my shoulders to keep me warm. 

“D–Do we really have to stay here?” 

“Yes.” 

“Tori, she-” 

“She will stay too. A security detail will be with her.” 

“Okay.” I nodded. “I–I would need my glasses. These contacts are getting itchy.” 

“I’ll have them brought, as well as a change of clothes, in an hour.” 

“And Tori?” 

“Your friend will be accounted for, too.” 

I can’t believe we were gonna stay here. I wish Tori could leave, but there wasn’t much of a choice right now. 

Ares walked to the door, opened it, and waited for me. I gulped, striding out. 

I looked over my shoulder to see three men I hadn’t seen before following us closely. They looked just like the men who stopped us at the gate, but less scary without their weapons on full display. 

“Where’s Reed?” 

“With your friend.” 

As much as I wanted Reed to be here right now, I’m more relieved that he’s with her. I knew she was gonna be fine no matter what. 

That made me relax, just a little bit 

Henry came into view. “Master Ares,” he said. This way, I have prepared your quarters.” With hands behind his back, he led us to the third floor. 

It didn’t take long before we got there. Ares spoke to his men, and they nodded, going to whatever position he had ordered them to be. 

I waited until he finished, and he came to me 

“Is this my room?” I asked, looking at the doom 

“What gave you the impression that you’d have your room?” 

“Of course, having separate rooms will create suspicion. Staying here the weekend is 

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gonna be exhausting, trying to keep up appearances and-” 

“That is not what I meant.” 

I blinked, confused at first, before it dawned on me. I agreed to the sex contract. Fuck. It was the heat of the moment when I said that, and there should have been a wave of regret, but I’m mortified with myself that there was none. 

“I see…” I mumbled, grabbed the doorknob, and pried the door open. 

The bedroom looks like something straight out of a Victorian–style era. I was so used to modern aesthetics that being here felt like I had time–traveled. 

It was spacious, twice the size of my bedroom back at the penthouse. 

The walls and ceiling were covered in burgundy wood with gold carvings everywhere, as if it belonged to royalty. A grand chandelier hung at the center, glowing warmly and making the gold details shine. 

Matching curtains framed the tall windows, and the bedding was large, with a 

headboard that looked like a throne. There was also a padded bench sitting at the foot of the bed. The soft lights from the lamps on the bedside set the mood, too. 

What mood? 

That shit only happens when a marriage is about to be consummated in historical 

movies. 

This is our first night together, well, not in that sense, but sharing a bedroom. My nerves spiked when I felt him behind. I jumped to the other side. 

The devil watched me with intrigue, almost like I was a new kind of species he was observing for any new traits. 

“Jumpy… that’s not a good sign. I was hoping to reward you.” 

“For what?” I asked shakily. 

When he didn’t reply, I thought back to earlier when I didn’t speak even though I wanted to. 

Is he gonna fuck me right now? Is that the reward? 

My pussy throbbed at that thought. I’m still affected by the way he filled me up and thrust into me to the point that I felt I might break. 

“Undress,” he ordered, walking to the door I assumed led to the bathroom. 

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I stood there for a moment pondering if I should or not, but my body already had a mind of its own. I took off his suit jacket and placed it on the padded bench, along with my mask, which I had taken off earlier. 

I opened my purse and pulled out the case for my contacts, taking them out one at a time. My vision wasn’t that bad without my glasses, so I could make do for now. 

I blinked freely and undid my dress, and the feeling of having a weight being lifted off me was refreshing. 

I could finally breathe. 

I turned to the vanity mirror, eyeing the red nail marks imprinted on my thighs when he clawed on them as he drove his waist forward repeatedly. The angry hickey on my cleavage as he ate my flesh, and another on my neck when he buried his face there to bite and suck. 

My body felt like a map of lust, and he marked me well in the span of a few minutes. I pondered what else he could have done if we weren’t interrupted. 

I peered at Ares through the mirror, who came behind me. Mask off, sleeves rolled up his corded arms, and some of the buttons of his shirt undone. 

There was a possessive look in his blues as he tracked every mark on my body instilled by him. 

My nipples hardened when he pinned his hungry eyes on them. I had a feeling he wanted to mark them too, and the thought of it made them painfully solid. 

“Time to get ready for bed.” 

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. “What about you? Aren’t you gonna get ready too?” 

A devilish smirk pressed on those tan lips. “Ten undress me, baby”