Chapter 10

Zia punched the swinging bag and imagined it was Ares"s perfect face. She gave it a hard kick where his balls would be and followed it up with an elbow to the face again.She had woken up mad, and her day had only gotten worse from there.

Zia had spent most of the day hacking into all the security cameras in the Volso building. She had been determined to wipe any footage of her and Ares"s fighting and fucking the previous evening. It shouldn"t have surprised her that the seventh floor didn"t have cameras at all. Neither did Ares"s office.

Too smart for his own good.

Camille hadn"t been so smart. Zia had accidentally stumbled across her fucking one of the board members that Zia had met at the auction. He was also the one who Erik claimed was laundering money through the charity.

This family is something else. Zia had contemplated telling Camille she was on camera but had recorded a copy of the footage instead before deleting it from the company server. It was one thing to have a decent blackmail plan in place should the worse happen and quite another to have a weakness in Corven"s armor. She liked Corven, and she hated that she could have liked Ares too. If he hadn"t turned out to be such a raging dick.

Don"t think about his dick. Zia couldn"t help thinking about it because she was still wearing his bite marks and bruises all over her. She had to wear a turtleneck all day in case anyone asked her what happened. If all else failed, she would lie and say she had hooked up with someone at Erik"s party.

Zia had half expected the siblings to all be banging on her door at sunrise to demand a blood test to confirm her parentage. It hadn"t happened, which meant Ares really didn"t want to risk her telling them he had magic. She hadn"t seen him all day either, and she had so many witty barbs to throw at him. She was still pissed how he had left it the night before.

For all you know, he"s been banging his secretary all day. Zia hit the punching bag harder. Not her business if he was. She didn"t even care. She got what she wanted from him. Leverage, a few orgasms, and so much energy from his blood that she had been climbing the walls all day.

Zia drank from her water bottle. It was 9:45 pm, and she was still pumped. She wandered through the gym, and her eyes rested on the door leading to the steam room. She momentarily hesitated, remembering what Ares had said on the tour about his standing booking at 10 pm every night. She hadn"t heard anyone else come in.

Fuck hi. He can wait his turn. Zia grabbed a fresh towel from the shelves in the change room and stripped off her workout gear. Maybe a steam was exactly what she needed to relax her. She looked down at her bruised knees and sighed. That was the last time she was fucking on an uncarpeted floor.

Zia stepped into the warm room of marble and blue tiles and some of the tension immediately left her shoulders. It was more of a hammam than a sauna, and Zia sighed at the luxury of it. No wonder Ares was in there every night. She filled a silver bowl with water and placed it on the tiled bench beside her for when she needed to cool down.

"I was born to be rich," she said to the carved marble around her.

Zia was starting to relax when something thumped heavily on the wall. She opened her eyes and saw Ares glaring at her through the glass window in the door. Zia"s heart jumped at the absolute fury on his face.

That"s right. We could have played nice, but you wanted to be a dick.

Ares"s mouthed "Get out" at her, but she pretended not to understand. She wiped the steam from her arms and noticed him tracking her moves. Hunger and desire flashed over his face before he could hide it.

Zia smirked and stroked her fingers up her thigh to the hem of the towel. He could always look away if he wanted to. It would mean that she would win the battle for the hammam, and if she knew one thing about Ares it was that he hated to lose.

Zia pretended he wasn"t there and widened her thighs. Ares slammed on the wall again, but she ignored him and let her towel fall open. She palmed one of her heavy breasts and dared to look up. Ares"s eyes had turned black, but he still wasn"t coming in. Zia knew the game was going to backfire on her when those crazy eyes caught hers.

Fuck. He was so angry and so perfect.

Zia slid her fingers over her pussy, her legs widening further so he could see everything. He gripped the top of the doorframe, and she could make out the curved shapes of his biceps.

She pressed a finger into herself, chasing an orgasm her body was now demanding of her. She looked up at Ares again and circled the wetness around her clit. She trailed her other hand over her breast, down the curved roll of her stomach. She brushed her finger over her holes. The door banged open, and Ares was suddenly standing in front of her. His scent of bergamot and rosewood flooded her senses, and she bit her lip against the effect he had on her.

"Put on a show all you want. I"m still not giving you my dick," he growled.

Zia laughed, steam pluming between them. "I"m doing a better job without it, thanks."

"You"re looking a bit hot there. Maybe you should go and cool down a bit," he suggested. When she still didn"t move, he picked up the water bowl from beside her. He trickled the smallest amount between her breasts, and she hissed at the conflicting sensations.

She made sure he was watching when she put two fingers inside of herself. His chest tattoos were shining from the steam, and Zia let her eyes wander over them and the dark treasure trail leading under his tented towel.

"Get out, or I"ll start playing games too," Ares growled, tipping a little more water on her mound so it trickled over her hypersensitive clit.

"Go right ahead. I"ve already seen what you"re packing," she teased, breathlessly. Oh gods, she was so close to coming, and she still refused to back down. Maybe she really had gone insane.

Ares"s towel dropped to the tiles, and Zia bit back the giggle threatening to claw its way up her throat. Ares wasn"t put off by her staring. His large hand wrapped around his dick, and Zia"s mouth watered. His whole body was lean power; his dark hair was hanging in his eyes, and his pale skin was flushed from the heat.

Zia was still staring at him when her orgasm crashed through her, and she arched her back as it burned through her.

"Get out, or I will come all over you," Ares growled.

Zia looked up at him through her damp lashes. Fuck, this man was stealing all her common sense. "Do it."

"I mean it," he ground out through his teeth.

Zia still didn"t move. He snarled, and she began to circle her clit once more. His eyes locked on hers, and with her name on his lips, he came in long spurts across her tits and belly.

Zia gasped, and he caged her in. He stroked his fingers through the mess and further down. "You"re looking like you"re struggling there. Let me show you how you like it."

Zia didn"t have the self-control to say no. It was the last thing she wanted to say. Instead, her traitorous head only nodded in consent. Ares"s lips stretched into a dark smile, and he scooped some of his come on his fingers and fucked it into her. Zia let out a helpless sound as he thrust them in and out of her.

"That"s the spot, isn"t it?" he mused with that damn smug smile. He curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot and making her shake. "No,. That"s it. My mistake."He didn"t look away as his other hand cupped her breast and tugged on her nipple hard enough to make her cry out. His expression turned feral before he dropped his fingers to her clit. "Come for me again, and I might let you have the steam room after all."

"Ares…" Zia grabbed onto his forearm and tried to catch her breath. She was too hot; everything was too hot.He pumped his fingers into her harder and she lost her mind. Her orgasm was a rush of burning heat, and she was drowning in it. "Fuck."

Ares chuckled, slowly removed his fingers from her, and put them to his mouth. Fucking hell.

Zia needed to get out of there before she said or did something really dumb. She couldn"t trust herself around him. She shouldn"t want him so recklessly, and she really shouldn"t have let her temper get the better of her.

"Steam room is all yours," she said, moved out from under him, and got to unsteady feet. She was still human, so she turned and looked at his perfect toned ass before she pushed open the door. His soft husky laughter followed her all the way out.