CATHERINE
I can't believe this is happening right now.
I had no idea how Ares knew where my room was or how I ended up like this. Trapped between pleasure and pain as he spanked the daylights out of me. I can't make a sound, or else I'd be gearing for something far worse.
I bit down on the pillow, squeezing my eyes shut, but the collision of his palm wasn't as harsh. It was softer.
At the last count, I released a breath, trying to collect air amidst ignoring the sting shooting across my skin. I felt his cold lips on the spot, and my toes curled at the tenderness. He readjusted me to lie properly and followed next.
I sobbed, my cheeks wet with tears as I grew woozy. I flinched when I felt his thumb brush my face.
"That's the tears I like to see," he murmured.
He's sick, and I'm the sickest because after he clearly stared at me with disgust, my fucking heart still races.
I pulled away from his hold and did my best to turn towards the other side, whilst wincing in pain.
