Chapter 34: Devil’s Eyes On You [Music: Under The Influence By Chris Brown] CATHERINE It’s raining cats and dogs, and it hasn’t stopped since it started. I wonder if Ares will be back tonight. I shook my head to get rid of the thought, leaning back on the lounger. I should really stop this, stop myself from thinking about him that way. I rested my hand on my stomach, eyes watching the sight of the rain whipping against the floor-to-ceiling windows, the periodic flicker of lightning, and the crack of thunder. The soothing sound of rain and the soft music playing in the background made me feel several things. Against my better judgment, my mind wandered to his touch. There was something about it I couldn’t explain, and how my body would surrender completely to it, like I had no will to resist him. It both terrified and excited me. My hand slid lower, and my breath came out light. I see icy blue eyes, and they haunt me in many ways. Today was a wild ride, and a throb was left... unattended. I darted my eyes to my rose beside me, and without a second thought, I grabbed it. I closed my eyes, and that was a mistake, because I saw his face, a desire unlike anything I have ever seen, drowning those blues like a spark of electricity. It did things to me. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip when the vibration stirred my core. I moaned, picturing it as Ares’ fingers, how he would stroke me first, feel me before anything. I don’t know why that turned me on more than ever. I could feel his caresses, and I worked my rose, at the lowest just circling, and my body shivered sweetly. Then I pressed the button to increase the friction, gasping as pleasure flooded me in waves. I moaned helplessly, free, knowing I was alone to surrender to the dark desires. My toes curled and my head angled back, loving the pleasant sensations taking over me. Ares’ fingers, would they fill me up? How would he work my pussy and make me reach my climax? I pushed the button to increase, and my mouth opened widely, hips thrusting forward. "Ares!" I moaned as my orgasm came like a smooth kiss of euphoria. "Yes, baby?" My eyes flew open and found Ares standing in front of me. I rasped at the sight of him, my nerves on haywire. His hair was damp from the rain, and the strands fell meeting his eyebrow in a perfect blend, his shirt with the sleeves rolled up stuck to his muscular frame like a second skin, and the imprint of his nipples showed they were hardened from the cold. He didn’t look away from me; he held my gaze, and I could feel another orgasm coming when I caught a glimpse of that untamed hunger that rivalled even mine. I pressed to stop the vibrator, but I hit increase, and I flinched, unable to hold down the flare of pleasure. Ares’ eyes darkened when my body wriggled against the lounger, knees clasping to keep the rose firm. I wanted to stop this, but I was too far gone now. I boosted the friction again until I was wild with my moans. I closed my eyes. "Don’t." I flashed them open, heaving uncontrollably as I did my best to breathe amid reaching that high. He didn’t move, just standing there, watching me pleasure myself. The sensations I felt when I thought I was alone didn’t compare to this. I was so close. "Stop." I hit the button before I could think of anything else, and realizing I had denied myself a release from that one command, I was shocked at myself. Ares spent a whole minute taking me all in, eyes dragging from my face to my heaving chest, my nipples hardening against my cami and more prominent than ever. Then his gaze lowered to my panties, and he released a low breath. I couldn’t tell if he was pleased or pissed that I was sitting out here exposed. "There was no one here," I clarified in a whisper. "Were you waiting for me then?" he asked, eyeing the rose like he wanted to set it on fire. "Why should I? I was doing great by myself." Without another word, he sat on the lounger, took the rose, and dropped it at the next seat. Suddenly, he gripped my chin harshly, but it stimulated me further. His cold, wet finger traced my bottom lip, and when he pulled the flesh down, I took it into my mouth, sucking. His jaw tightened, and I loved that subtle reaction. "You rolled your eyes at me," he reminded me. "And now you speak to me like that." Excitement coursed through me, buzzing my insides. "What are you gonna do about it?" "I thought you said you’re not attracted to me, Ms. Lane." He threw those words at my face. My mouth hung as whatever reply faded away. "Yet, here you are, moaning my name, touching yourself while you think of me." I heaved when he leaned closer to my face, and I wanted him to kiss me so badly. "Only a bad girl does something like this and expects a reward." I closed the distance to take his lips but he reclined, rose to his full height, and my heart leaped, fearing he was going to leave. Ares didn’t spare me a second glance as he grabbed his suit jacket, then my rose. "I’m confiscating this." "I’ll just buy another!" I hissed. In silence, he walked away. I hate him. ~☆~ I eyed the card. I was going through my purse when I recalled the woman I encountered. Why did a reporter approach me? And those questions... I agreed that they allured me. I mean, they had their ways to bring you in, and the next thing, your face is plastered all over the papers. I know better than to trust a reporter, no less speak with one. I should have expected something like this when I became Mrs. King. I should speak to Tori about this. I have got a lot to tell her. I called, but she didn’t pick up. She must have had a long shift at the club, so I dropped her a message. I brought my eyes to the mirror, smirking devilishly. I was wearing a black and brown fitted yoga set with a long-sleeve crop top and high-waisted leggings. I pulled up the zipper of the top, and my tits sank in. I turned to check out my ass. Damn! Meow. "What do you think?" Loki squinted his eyes, and I saw that as nothing but his approval. "This is for Ares. It’s payback for what he did last night."