Dangerous Illusion [18+]

3: Torment

"You will have dinner with me tonight." Ares demanded. I refused to be ordered around. "I should leave. Thank you for your time, Mr. Rafaelli." My formal farewell seemed to agitate him.

"Call me Ares. Say my name," he insisted, looking me in the eye. His name brought back memories of intimate moments, his touch, his whispers, his kisses. I had flashes of his lips between my legs demanding me tell me what exactly I wanted. I used to cry out his name when he'd tongue me to an earth-shattering orgasm.

"Say it," he warned.

Nervously, I licked my lips, noticing his gaze following the movement. His expression was unreadable, a mix of anger and desire. Our past arguments always ended in passionate makeup-sex. But some things could never be repaired.

"Luna, don't test my patience," he cautioned. Ares was the epitome of patience, a testament to his upbringing. My defiance was pushing his limits.

"Ares," I finally conceded, wanting him more than ever.

Relief washed over his face, replacing the tension. He looked irresistible, his physique more defined than before. He was no longer the lean man I once knew, but a man who embodied strength and discipline. He was bigger, stronger and sexier now. I felt ashamed to admit that I was unable to resist his charm. I'd let him have me anyway he wanted.

I saw it coming but I didn't pull away when Ares Rafaelli met his lips with mine.

This time he was sweet, gentle and dare I say, loving. He pressed me closer to his body letting me feel the hard muscles underneath the three-piece suit. His smell was like an aphrodisiac to me. A mix of minty, woody and lime scents assaulted my senses in the most primal way possible. His kisses had a way of making me lose my mind. Ares pried my mouth open with his expert tongue and forced it in.

Greedy hands traced the curves of my body and grabbed my ass. He groaned in my mouth and awakened a sensation so raw and desperate within me that I couldn't help but give up control over myself.

".....Three o'clock is here, boss."

The sound of a woman's voice broke us out of our lust filled haze. My gaze shifted to Valentina, who stood at the doorway, her face etched with a scowl as she observed the unfolding scene. Her expression swiftly transitioned from shock to a palpable hurt, a transformation I was all too familiar with. It was clear as day - Valentina had feelings for Ares. However, she was quick to conceal her true emotions behind a veneer of a polite smile.

I turned to face Ares, a sense of dread washing over me. The expression on his face churned my stomach, confirming my worst fears.

He had fucked her.

The realisation was like a splash of ice-cold water on my face, jolting me awake from the dream I was in. Jealousy and grief clawed at me from within. I was overwhelmed with the urge to grasp him by the lapels of his collar, to confront him and demand an explanation. What gave him the audacity to share a piece of himself with another woman?

The idea of another woman seeing my man pissed me off.

Knowing someone had felt what it was like to be trapped beneath his dangerously sexy body while he drove both their pleasures with his magnificent cock made me want to beat his insanely strong body with my fists.

Had she seen him the way I had?

Had she felt his tongue on her body driving a her mad with pleasure?

Had she felt him come inside her?

Had he whispered sweet nothings to her while fucking her like a man possessed?

Was she the lucky woman to warm his bed each night while I cried myself to sleep missing his touch?

None of those thoughts made me feel easy. I didn't take Ares for a man who chased skirts but then again, I wondered if I had known him at all.

"I need to leave," I declared, not waiting for his approval. I hastily gathered the documents scattered across the floor and stuffed them into the file. Ares stooped to collect the ones near his feet. I snatched them from his grasp and darted towards the door, brushing past Valentina.

Ares called after me, but I didn't halt until I reached the lobby reception. As I awaited the elevator, he caught up.

"Let me walk you out."

"I can manage on my own."

Ignoring my protest, he followed me into the elevator. Suddenly, the space felt constricting. He rested his hand on my back throughout the silent descent. When I tried to slip past him as the doors opened, he squeezed the flesh on my butt and pulled me closer.

We exited together through the revolving door. A young receptionist, sharply dressed in a chocolate brown suit, promptly greeted him. "Mr. Rafaelli." He responded with a curt nod and instructed, "Have Jason bring the car around." The receptionist, a young man, immediately complied.

"Jason will drive you home," he commanded, a directive I was reluctant to obey.

"Maybe I don't want to go home."

His eyebrows shot up as I raised an arm to hail a cab.

"Then Jason will take you wherever you desire." A cab whizzed past, ignoring my signal. Frustrated, I muttered a curse. "Just tell me where you want to be, and Jason will make sure you reach your destination safely."

"Maybe to a bar, or a club. Someplace I can find a man who will fuck me enough to make up for the past five years." I don't deny my objective was to piss him off, but I wanted to hurt him in any way I could.

A muscle in his jaw twitched as a cab pulled up in front of me.

"Luna, it meant nothing to me," he said. Hiis voice was laced with a warning. "But don't ever speak of being with another man in my presence." The thought of the consequences any man would face for touching me sent a shiver down my spine. He would tear them apart.

"I am free to do as I please," I retorted, sliding into the cab and attempting to close the door behind me. But he held it open, leaning in towards me. The cab driver shifted uncomfortably in his seat. I felt a pang of sympathy for him.

"Luna, no other man," he insisted.

"Let me go, Ares."

"Promise me first."

I met his gaze, and whatever he saw in my eyes seemed to satisfy him. His grip on the door slackened, allowing me to shut it. As the cab pulled away, the figure of my tormented ex-lover receded into the distance.

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