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The Wrong Bride: Chapter 11

Ares

I know I’m dreaming when I see her smile at me so innocently, her body pressed against mine. I’ve been having this exact same dream for years. She’s wearing that same red dress that she always wears in this dream, the one she was wearing on Sierra’s 21st birthday.

It’s so short that bending her over will expose her tight ass, and the fabric strains against her breasts, barely containing her beautiful body.

“Ares,” she begs, “please.”

It’s been years since I last saw her look so shy. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Raven,” I whisper, my hand tangling into her hair. I clench my jaw and ball my fist in her hair as I tilt her face up toward mine.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her pupils slightly dilated. The way she’s panting betrays her desire. She looks like she’s silently begging me to kiss her, to ruin the red lipstick she’s wearing.

“I know exactly what I’m asking for, Ares.”

My cock is throbbing inside my jeans as I turn us both over, pushing her against the wall. “You shouldn’t even be here, little girl. You’re too young. Too innocent. What do you think you’re doing, huh?”

She smiles at me and slides her hands up my chest slowly, until she’s got her arms wrapped around my neck. “I’m not as innocent as you think.”

I narrow my eyes at her and take a step closer to her, caging her in, my body pressed against hers. “What does that mean?” The back of my hand trails over her face, my touch possessive. “This isn’t the first time you sneaked into a man’s bedroom late at night?”

She looks to her left and smiles. “No.”

I smirk at her and move my hand back into her hair, needing her with a desperation I can’t quantify. All night, she’s been looking at me like she wants me to bend her over and fuck her, but I didn’t think she’d act on her desire.

“Little liar,” I whisper as I lean in further, my lips hovering over hers. “You know I hate it when people lie to me, Raven. Don’t make me punish you.”

She tilts her head a little, her lips brushing over mine hesitantly. “Punish me, Ares. I’m begging you,” she whispers back.

I groan as my lips come crashing down on hers roughly. I’ve been wanting to taste her for longer than I dare to admit, and this kiss is everything I thought it’d be and more. Raven rises to her tiptoes, her hand hesitantly sliding over the back of my neck, until I can feel her fingers thread through my hair. She moans against my mouth, and I deepen our kiss, forcing her lips apart.

Fuck. She tastes like whiskey and sin. Her tongue tangles with mine, and the way she kisses me makes my fucking cock twitch. I need to know whether her tongue is that skilled when I push my cock into that hot little mouth of hers.

“Raven,” I moan, pulling away from her. My head is buzzing, and we’ve both had far too much to drink. I can barely think straight as I trap her lower lip between my teeth, needing more. “We need to stop,” I whisper, knowing it’s the right thing to do.

My lips move to her neck, and she gasps when I kiss her just below her ear. “You’re my little sister’s best friend,” I whisper.

She looks into my eyes, some of the desire in her eyes clearing. “Is that all I am to you?”

I tighten my grip on her and shake my head. “No,” I admit. “But I’m ten years older than you. This is… it’s wrong, baby. It’s too soon.”

No,” she murmurs against my lips. “It wouldn’t feel so good if it was wrong, Ares.”

Her hands slide down my body, and my eyes fall closed when her hand slips into the front of my jeans. Her fingers brush against my cock, right over my boxers, and I nearly lose my fucking mind. I need to be inside her so fucking badly.

I pull away just enough to look at her, seeing my own desire reflected in her eyes. She wants this as much as I do. My fingers curl around the hem of her dress, and she bites down on her lip when I pull it up.

“There’s no going back from this, Raven. If I fuck you tonight, you’re mine. Forever.”

She smiles up at me and raises her arms, a seductive smile on her face as she waits for me to lift her dress up and over her head. “I’m already yours, Ares.”

I bite down on my lip as I undress her slowly, my heart pounding in a way it never has before. I need her with a foreign desperation, but I’m scared to fuck this up. If we do this, I need it to be perfect for her.

“Fucking beautiful,” I groan as I lift her dress over her breasts, exposing her nipples. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about you, baby. It’s messed up, and I know it, but I’ve always wanted you.”

Her dress drops to the floor, leaving her standing in front of me in nothing but her underwear. She crosses her arms over her chest, hiding from me.

“No, don’t hide from me, my love.” I lean down and lift her into my arms, my touch gentle as I carry her to my bed. I lay her down carefully and step back to take off my own t-shirt.

The way she looks at me makes my cock fucking throb. Shit. I’m already this close to coming, and I’ve done nothing more than kiss her.

I’m oddly nervous as I place my knee between her legs and lean over her. “Tell me, baby… has anyone ever had this pussy before? I need you to be honest with me. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, Rave.”

She hesitates, and then she shakes her head.

“Fuck,” I groan. This beautiful fucking woman… my supposed fiancée. Neither she nor I have formally acknowledged the agreement between my grandmother and her parents, but we both know it’s inevitable. She’s going to be my wife in a couple of years.

Raven moves her hand to my belt buckle and pulls it loose, her hands trembling. “I might be inexperienced, but I want this, Ares. Please.”

I smile at her as I push off her to take off my jeans. She grins at me as she rises to her knees with me and pushes against the waistband of my boxer shorts.

I chuckle as I bury my hands in her hair. “You want that off, baby? You gotta do it yourself.”

I tighten my grip on her hair and pull her face closer, barely able to contain my desire for her. It’s been fucking impossible to resist her.

“Don’t think I won’t,” she teases, her lips brushing against mine as her fingers stroke the contours of my cock. Fuck. I need her hands on me.

Her fingers slip into my boxers, and my eyes fall closed when she grabs my cock tightly, pumping up and down. “Ares,” she whispers. “This… that won’t fit.”

I chuckle at her distraught expression. “It will, baby. I promise you. I’m going to make you so fucking wet that it won’t hurt for more than one single moment. By the time I push my cock into that sweet pussy of yours, you’ll be begging for it.”

She smirks then and pushes my boxer shorts down, freeing my cock. That look in her eyes… Fucking hell. She’s so fucking beautiful.

“I need you,” I whisper, my lips finding hers.

Raven moans into my mouth, and I nearly fucking lose it as I lay her back down on my bed, my body on top of hers. My head spins, and I groan. I’ve had too much to drink tonight.

“Baby,” I murmur, pulling my mouth off hers reluctantly. “Maybe we should wait. We both drank too much, Rave. I don’t want your first time to be a drunken mess.”

She shakes her head, her eyes filling with tears. “Please don’t reject me, Ares,” she whispers. “I can’t… I…”

I silence her with a kiss and press my cock between her leg, our bodies separated by nothing more than her panties. I groan into her mouth, refusing to hold back any longer. “I want you so badly, Raven. Don’t ever, for even a single moment, think that I don’t. Whenever you’re in the same room, it takes all of me to stay away from you. I will always want you.”

She looks into my eyes and smiles, a hint of disbelief in her eyes. She and I stay connected like that, our eyes on each other as I trail my hand down her body and into her panties.

“Smooth,” I whisper. “You were ready for me.”

She nods. “I’ve wanted you for longer than you think, too.”

I chuckle and capture her bottom lip between my teeth. This is fucking unreal. Raven groans and tilts her head, demanding a kiss, and I give it to her.

My index finger disappears into her pussy with ease, and I groan when I realize how wet she is. Fuck.

I pull away from her and rise to my knees, my fingers curling around the sides of her underwear. “Lift your hips for me, baby.”

She obeys, and I pull the fabric off impatiently before settling back on top of her again. “I need to see you,” I tell her. “The first time you come for me is something I always want to remember.”

She smiles so shyly that my heart skips a fucking beat, despite the throbbing in my head. Yeah, I’ll always remember this.

My fingers slip back between her legs, and I push two fingers into her while my thumb circles her clit. “Tell me how you like it. Tell me how you make yourself come.”

She grins. “Usually, it’s to thoughts of you.”

Fuck. I groan loudly and bite down on my lips harshly. The mere fucking thought of her fingering herself to fantasies of me has me ready to come. Fucking shit. How am I supposed to make her first time good for her when I’m this fucking desperate for her pussy?

“I was going to be patient with you,” I murmur as I press my fingers against her g-spot, making her moan, “but you’re driving me fucking crazy, baby, and you know it, don’t you?”

I circle her clit with my thumb while my fingers press against her g-spot, my touch rough and ruthless.

“Ares,” she begs. “Oh God, Ares.”

The way she moans… goddamn. I could come to the mere sound of her. Raven’s lips fall open, and she looks into my eyes as pure pleasure rocks her body, her pussy clamping down on my fingers viciously. “Ares,” she moans as she comes from me, and it’s the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen. One hit, and I’m a fucking addict. It’s insane to know she’s going to be mine for the rest of our lives.

I watch her as she comes down from her high, the sweetest fucking smile on her face. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper. “Did you know I was completely enamored the moment you walked in today?”

Her eyes widen, and I smirk as I line my cock up against her. “Look at me. Tell me you want this, Raven. I don’t… I don’t want to take your virginity if you aren’t sure. You and I… our futures are entwined for the rest of our lives, but we aren’t married yet.” I meant to tell her I’d understand if she wanted a life of her own before she’s tied down to me, but I can’t fucking say the words. I can’t. I want to be her first and only.

“You’ll always be the only one I’ll ever want,” she promises me, and I push into her slowly. Raven groans, her eyes widening as she adjusts to my size. “It hurts,” she whispers. “Just… do it quickly, please.”

I bite down on my lip harshly as I push all the way into her, a pained groan escaping her lips as I fill her to the hilt. “So fucking good,” I moan, my forehead falling to hers. Her pussy is like a hot, soft vice, enveloping my cock perfectly. I hold as still as I can to give her a chance to get used to me. I’m too scared to move, to hurt her.

I pull away from her a little to look at her, holding myself up on one arm while my free hand traces over her face. “Marry me,” I whisper. “I know my grandmother and your parents have already agreed on it, but you and I have never spoken about it. Raven, will you marry me?”

“Ares,” she whispers. Her voice sounds further away than it should, and I groan.

“No,” I beg, not wanting this to end yet unable to keep myself in this dream. “Fuck!”

“Ares?”

I sit up with a shock and look around my bedroom, my eyes landing on my grandmother. She’s standing by my bed, her arms crossed.

“You were late for our standing breakfast date,” she remarks. “You’re never late, so I came to check up on you.”

I grab my phone and frown. I slept through all of my alarms. How? Fucking hell. “I’m sorry, Grams,” I tell her. “Give me a moment to get ready, okay? I’ll meet you downstairs.”

She stares at me for a moment, but then she nods and turns to walk away. I fall back onto my bed the moment the door closes behind her and brush my hand over my face.

Fuck.

This fucking dream again. It’s tormented me for years now. I might not remember much of Sierra’s 21st birthday, but I remember the morning after. It wasn’t Raven I woke up to. It was Hannah.


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