I have seen the devil in suits so many times, and I admit it was always a sight worth drooling over, but tonight was different. It was everything you could only wish to catch a glimpse of.
Ares, wearing a mask, just unleashed all my dark desires in one go. It should be a crime to look that good, and he should be arrested for it.
Ares leaned against the doorway, hands buried in his pockets, eyes dragging from bottom to top in a bewitching way.
"Keep staring, and I'd get the idea you wanna rip this dress off me," I teased, but that was a mistake because his dimmed blues told me that was exactly what he had in mind.
"Your ideas might come true." He came towards me in a heartbeat. "Stay still."
I locked in place instantly.
Ares held my gaze, hand grazing my waist, and I gasped when he clutched my thigh, his palm biting coldly into my skin.
"What are you—"
