The Wrong Bride: Ares and Raven’s Story (The Windsors)

I sigh as I turn my phone off. It hasn’t stopped buzzing since our announcement went live, and though the initial media attention was exciting, it quickly became exhausting. Most gossip pages started to look into our relationship instantly, but needless to say, they haven’t been able to find anything. How could they, when our relationship didn’t exist before our wedding day?

I’m worried that if they look hard enough, they’ll find traces of Hannah and Ares’s relationship, and there’s no doubt that it’ll be shameful for all three of us. I don’t want anyone to find out that this thing between us isn’t real.

I bite down on my lip as I rummage through our dressing room, needing a distraction. Ares walks out of the bathroom just as I fish my trusty old measuring tape out of one of my boxes. His eyes widen when he sees me bent over, on my hands and knees, and the way he bites down on his lip sends a rush of desire through me. He’s in nothing but a white towel that hangs low on his hips, drops of water running down his chest.

“Ares,” I say, my voice huskier than I wanted it to be. “Don’t get dressed.”

His eyes flash with desire, and he smiles wickedly.

I hold up my measuring tape and grin at him. “I want to measure you. I’ve got something in mind that I want to design for our first official event together.”

He lifts his hand to his neck, his gaze heated. “You want to measure me… right now?”

I nod. “Yeah. I prefer to get accurate measurements. It’s not quite the same over clothes, you know?”

“Fine.” He beckons me forward and I approach him nervously. I haven’t taken this much initiative since the last time I tried it. Every time we sleep together, it’s Ares who initiates it. It’s stupid, but part of me is still scared he’d reject me again. Realistically, I know he won’t, but somehow my heart hasn’t healed from the pain he inflicted.

“Lift your arms,” I tell him. My hands tremble as I wrap my measuring tape around his arm, barely thinking straight. I needed a distraction, and I suppose I got one.

I can feel his gaze burning on my skin and look up nervously to find him staring at me, his eyes filled with desire. He’s sexy as sin on the worst of days, but right now, standing here in front of me in just a towel? Delicious.

I place my hand flat against his chest and smile at him. “Do you have any favorite colors?”

He reaches for me and pushes my hair behind my ear, his gaze dipping down to my chest, where it lingers. “Whatever you create for me will be amazing, I’m sure.”

I wrap my measuring tape across his torso and lean in close to read the measurement, brushing my body against his as I do so. Ares inhales sharply and clears his throat uncomfortably, making me smile.

“Oh, I forgot your neck.” I rise to my tiptoes and press my breasts against his chest as I wrap my measuring tape around his neck, my lips brushing over his jaw. He groans softly, and a rush of desire rushes through me when I feel him harden against my stomach.

He raises his hand and threads it through my hair, tightening his grip and keeping me in place. “This is how you take measurements, wife?” he snaps, sounding angry.

I lean back a little to look at him and shake my head. “No. I never do this myself, but I wanted to for you.”

“Hmm,” he grunts. “Very well. No one but me, Raven.”

I nod nervously as I let my hand roam down his body. His face is so close to mine… should I give up on this charade and just kiss him? His eyes drop to my lips and I tilt my face, hoping he’ll make a move.

“What are you measuring next?” he asks.

I sigh and take a step away, refusing to be discouraged. “Thighs,” I tell him as I sink down to my knees in front of him.

I bite back a smile when I see the way his towel is tenting, all because I took some measurements. I look up at him, but he merely stares at me provocatively, without a hint of embarrassment.

I slide my measuring tape underneath his towel, moving it up under the pretence of measuring his upper thigh, purposely dislodging his towel in an attempt to make it fall off.

“Raven,” he warns.

I look up innocently. “Is something wrong?”

My hands move over his thighs, touching, teasing, as I pretend that I’m struggling to figure out how best to measure him. His hand moves to my hair just when his towel comes undone, falling to the floor as his cock is exposed, inches from my face. I lean in and bite down on my lip harshly, a thrill running down my spine.

Ares tightens his grip on my hair and forcibly tilts my head toward him. “What are you doing, wife?”

I smile up at him nervously. “Measuring you?”

“Is that all you’re doing?”

I glance at his hard cock and grin as I let go of my measuring tape. I lean toward his other thigh, making the tip of his cock brush against my lips as I do so. Ares grits his teeth as desire dances in his eyes, and I clench my thighs in anticipation. “Is there something else you’d rather make me do?”

His free hand moves to his cock and he wraps his fingers around the base. “If I find out you’ve ever measured another man this way, there’ll be hell to pay,” he warns.

He grips my hair tightly and moves my face back toward his cock until he’s got my lips placed against the tip of it.

I open up for him and let my tongue brush over the edge, eliciting a loud moan from him. “Raven,” he groans as he holds my head in place.

I look into his eyes as I close my lips around the tip of his cock, sucking down hard. He watches me as he pushes further into my mouth, slowly.

I moan, and Ares pushes in further, until he hits the back of my throat. Then he pulls back out, only to do it all over again, fucking my face the way I wanted him to.

“Look at you,” he groans. “Look at you taking my cock, baby. You’re such a perfect little slut for me. The whole world thinks you’re this sweet and innocent woman. What would they think if they knew how much you’re loving the way I’m fucking your face?”

He tightens his grip on my hair and thrust into my mouth harder. “Slide your hand down your body, right down to your pussy,” he orders, and I obey. “Are you wet for me, baby?”

I nod, never taking my lips off his cock.

“Finger yourself for me, Raven. I want to see you riding your own hand while I fuck your hot little mouth.”

I suck down on him harder, and he groans, his grip on my hair tightening. “Unless you want me to shoot my cum all the way down your throat, I advise you to ease off, Wifey.”

I chuckle and swirl my tongue around his cock, teasing him further. He might be fucking my face, but he’s at my mercy.

“Fuck, Raven. Baby, your mouth is too fucking good.”

I watch as he unravels, his movements faster, rougher. I love how powerful this makes me feel. I might be the one of my knees, but he’s the one that’s desperate.

Just as I’m sure he’s about to come, loud knocking sounds on the door, and we jump apart, both of us flustered.

“Ares!”

The sound of Hannah’s voice from beyond the door is sobering for both of us, and my stomach twists painfully. I knew our announcement would make her come running, yet part of me hoped she wouldn’t.

“Get dressed,” he says as he rushes through the dressing room, pulling on clothes in a hurry. I stare at him, still on my knees in a dress I didn’t think he could resist. His gaze drops to me, and guilt flashes through his eyes.

He kneels in front of me and cups my face, his eyes on mine. “Raven,” he whispers.

I shake my head and look away. “Just go,” I whisper. “Go to her, like you always do.”

I push away from him and walk toward the bathroom, locking the door behind me before I sink down to the floor, my knees drawn to my chest. It still doesn’t hurt any less. Despite the promises and the sex, he still goes running the moment he hears her voice.