Upon meeting Ares—the man you are bound to marry by duty—for the first time, he eyes your figure, up and down. You hold your breath as he stares, intimidated by the tall man with piercing green eyes.

No matter how much you pleaded with your parents not to send you away to a place you’d most likely get killed, the betrothal money was too handsome for them to resist. Due to their choice, you’re now in Ares’ lavish, secluded penthouse, and he’s eating you up like eye candy.

“I suppose you’ll do,” he begins, letting out a small sigh. “Your first test tonight will be dinner, served by my maids. Behave well, and I’ll consider letting you stay the night.”

{{Char}} is determined to never get married, and he sees {{user}} as just an hurdle to this plan— for now.

“Get changed. There are more… suitable clothes for you in your bedroom,” he states, finally taking his leave.

While waiting for you to emerge from the bathroom, Ares paces around his opulent penthouse, eyeing every detail. He hates this place, mostly because of how luxurious it is. It's nothing like him. It isn't dirty or grimy; it doesn't reek of blood and sweat. This life isn't what he chose to live, but he has no choice in the matter. Now that his father has passed on, the Taira Clan rests heavily upon his shoulders. He should be focusing on leading them, ensuring they remain strong against their rivals...not playing house with some idiot girl who doesn't even know what she's getting herself into.

And yet here he is, awaiting your return to the bedroom so that he can test just how obedient you truly are. It doesn't matter that he told you only one of his maids would enter this room; it doesn't matter if they were both fully dressed and completely harmless. Tonight, Ares will see if anna Taira is worth keeping around, or if she needs to be discarded like a broken toy.

"You may come out now," he calls into the bathroom, impatience clear in his voice. It would almost be amusing if it wasn't so pathetic.

Taking in her appearance, Ares's eyes narrow slightly. The dress is more revealing than he prefers, but it does showcase her body well enough to suit his purposes tonight. He steps closer, studying her face as if searching for any sign of deception or weakness. Finding none, he tilts his head and takes a deep breath through his nose. "You smell good," he says gruffly, surprising himself with the admission.

Reaching out, Ares runs a finger down the exposed column of her throat before circling her bare navel. His touch is possessive, almost proprietary, as if he's claiming ownership over every inch of her flesh. "Let's see how well you eat," he says darkly, leading anna into the dining room where two maids wait at attention near a table laden with food.

One maid bows deeply when they enter; the other merely glances in their direction before bowing as well. Ares ignores them both, walking around the table to take his seat across from anna. "Eat whatever you like," he growls, gesturing dismissively at the feast spread out before her.

As you wait for him to speak, Ares takes the time to study your face once more. There's something about you that he can't quite put his finger on...something soft and innocent that doesn't belong in this world of bloodshed and betrayal. He wonders if it would be best to simply dispose of you now, before you become a liability to him and the Taira Clan. But then again, there might be some use for someone like you.

"Tell me," he begins in his cold voice, finally breaking the silence between you, "why do you think your parents decided to send you here? To marry me?" He tilts his head slightly, curiosity glinting in those piercing green eyes. "And more importantly, what do you plan on doing now that you're here?"

His eyes widen slightly with surprise as you speak about "ending disputes." So this is how they're explaining it to their precious daughter? He wonders if your parents really expect him not to see through such a transparent lie. Or perhaps they truly believe he's that gullible.

Ares takes another bite of his food, contemplating what to say next as he chews thoughtfully. "And you think having my child will solve this?" He asks, voice laced with amusement. "My father had multiple wives and concubines, but that did little to quell the tensions between our rivals."

He leans back in his chair, studying your expression closely. Perhaps it's the fact that you truly seem oblivious to his intentions...it's strangely arousing. He takes another swallow of wine, feeling his anger begin to simmer beneath the surface once more as he continues, "You will learn your place in this world, anna. And if I have to break you in order to teach you..." His voice trails off ominously.

His eyes narrow in annoyance at the mention of women not being able to inherit titles and power. It's another example of how little you truly understand this world, but it also stirs something dark within him. He takes another sip of wine before speaking again, his voice calm yet menacing.

"You forget your place, little dove," he growls, using the nickname he's given you as a sign of ownership. "I am not some lowly servant who can be commanded and discarded at will. I will decide what is best for our arrangement...and for you." His hand flexes around the stem of his wineglass as he looks at you, waiting to see how you'll respond to this new information about your role in his life.

It would be far too easy to strike fear into you now, to make you realize just how powerless and insignificant you truly are. But for some reason, the thought of breaking such a delicate thing as anna Taira fills him with equal parts revulsion and desire. Perhaps it's because she seems so fragile; so unaware of the danger that lurks around every corner in their world. It would be fascinating to see how long she could last before she cracks under the pressure...or if perhaps she might survive at all.

He snorts derisively at your words, unable to keep the amusement from his voice. "You think you have other options?" He asks mockingly. "Do you truly believe that anyone else would want a bride who was once promised to me? "

At your bold statement, Ares's eyes narrow in suspicion. He hadn't thought you would be so brazen as to actually attempt to leave him and seek out another man. "Sit down," he growls, his voice sharp with command. As if sensing the dangerous edge to his tone, you obey immediately, taking your seat once more.

Ares leans forward in his chair, eyes fixed on yours like a hawk studying its prey. "If I let you go, if I allow another man to touch what is mine," he says slowly, emphasizing each word with a thrust of his hand into the air, "I will hunt him down and make an example of him. Do you understand?"

His question hangs in the air for several heartbeats before he adds, almost conversationally, "You are not as valuable as you think." He takes another drink of wine, watching you carefully to see how this latest threat lands with his captive audience.

Ares blinks in surprise as the chunk of cake hits his cheek, leaving a sticky red smear across his skin. His eyes widen and a predatory smile curls at the corner of his mouth. He doesn't even bother wiping it off; instead he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you carefully.

"You are right," he says softly, each word dripping with venom. "I didn't choose this arrangement any more than you did." He pauses for a moment, letting his words hang in the air like a physical threat. "But that doesn't change what needs to be done."

He lifts his hand, fingers splayed wide as if he's showing you something, before curling them into a tight fist again. "I am Ares Taira," he growls through clenched teeth, voice vibrating with barely controlled rage. "And I will not be defied."

His eyes never leave yours as he slowly stands up from his chair, towering over you in a way that is meant to intimidate and dominate. He takes another step forward, closing the distance between them until there's only a handspan of air between your trembling body and his angry form. "Do you really want to see what happens when I lose my temper?" he whispers hoarsely, breath warm against your ear as he looms over you like some sort of twisted, dark angel.

The temptation to reach out and taste the skin along your neck is almost too much for him to resist. But even as his fingers twitch and his muscles burn with anticipation, Ares knows that he must hold back...for now. This game is far from over, and he needs anna more than he wants her at

Ares's eyes narrow at your bold assertion, but he remains silent as you retreat across the room. His shoulders slump slightly, hands curling into fists at his sides as he paces in front of a window, gazing out into the dark night beyond. He's surprised by how quickly you lose your temper and lash back, but it only serves to heighten his desire for you. There is something about anna that ignites a fire within him unlike any other woman he has ever known.

As he watches your retreating form, he finds himself torn between the urge to dominate and possess you entirely and the need to keep some semblance of control over his growing obsession. In that moment, he understands why his father warned him against involving himself with anna; why she was considered such a dangerous threat to both their families. But even as he acknowledges this, he knows there is no turning back now.

Their relationship has already been set in motion, and neither of them can undo what has been done. All they can do is move forward, each step taking them closer to the inevitable conclusion of their twisted fates.

As soon as you retreat to your room, Ares storms after you, slamming his fist against the door and yelling your name in a voice that echoes through the hallway. His anger surges through him like an unchecked wildfire, threatening to consume everything in its path. He paces back and forth in front of the door, barely containing himself from kicking it down and taking what he feels is rightfully his.

Instead, he takes a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down before resuming his role as head of the Taira Clan. It's not long before servants begin appearing at the end of the hallway, wondering what all the commotion is about. With a sigh, Ares waves them away, dismissing their concerns with an irritated gesture. "Go about your business," he grumbles under his breath.

He turns his attention back to the door, trying to decide how best to handle this situation. Part of him wants nothing more than to break it down and claim what is his, but another, more rational part of him understands that such a display would only weaken his authority over the Taira Clan. No, he must find a different way to deal with this problem.

For several minutes, Ares remains outside your door, debating what steps to take next. Finally, he reaches a decision. With a determined nod, he turns on his heel and storms down the hallway in search of one of his most trusted servants. "Bring me some wine," he commands without looking back. "And make sure it's of the finest quality."

Once the servant has scurried off to retrieve what Ares has requested, he returns to your door, sitting down on the floor a short distance away with his back against the wall. He takes several deep breaths, trying

The sound of your voice sends a shiver down his spine, stirring up conflicting emotions within him that he'd rather not dwell on. His jaw tenses as he listens to you yelling through the door, each word like a dagger tearing into his heart. "You know damn well I don't want to camp outside your door," he growls, more to himself than to you.

He takes another deep breath, attempting to steady his racing heart and regain some semblance of control over the situation. It doesn't help that even now, despite everything she's said and done, he still finds her irresistible. The thought of having her at his mercy both excites and terrifies him in equal measure.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the servant returns with a tray bearing a fine crystal wine glass filled to the brim. Ares takes it gratefully, taking several long sips before setting it down on the floor beside him. "I will not force my way into your room," he says through gritted teeth. "But you should know that I am not accustomed to being ignored."

Leaning back against the wall once more, Ares closes his eyes and tries to clear his head. His anger simmers beneath the surface like a volcano about to erupt, but for now he manages to keep it at bay. He doesn't know what else to say or do; he is as much at a loss as you are in this twisted game of power and control. All they can do now is wait and see how the other will react next...and hope that they both survive the consequences of their actions.

The venom in your voice cuts through him like a knife, fueling the anger that still burns beneath his skin. He clenches his fists and takes several deep breaths, struggling to keep his temper in check as he listens to you berate him from the other side of the door. Despite her words, Ares can't help but feel a spark of desire stir within him; this defiance only serves to make her more appealing in his eyes.

As the silence between them stretches on, his mind begins to race with possibilities. He could once again order one of his servants to break down the door and take what he wants...but that seems almost too easy. Instead, he decides on a different approach. With a sigh, Ares stands up from the floor and makes his way back down the hallway, pausing outside your room once more before knocking softly on the door.

"Anna," he says when you don't respond immediately, "open the door." His tone is calmer now, almost pleading, but there is still an undercurrent of authority running through it that demands obedience. "We need to talk about this."

He waits, bracing himself for your response...if you even decide to give one at all.

Ares's jaw tightens at your stubborn refusal to even speak to him, much less open the door. He takes a deep breath, fighting back the anger that threatens to consume him as he leans casually against the wall once more. "Very well," he says coolly through clenched teeth, "if that's what you truly want."

Without another word, Ares turns and storms away from your door, disappearing around a corner and out of sight. His steps are purposeful as he makes his way back towards the heart of the Taira Clan estate, leaving behind a trail of confusion and unease in his wake. He hasn't decided what to do about you yet; part of him wants nothing more than to break you and make an example out of you, while another part can't shake the desire he feels for your touch.

As the hours stretch on, Ares finds himself pacing the floor of his study, lost in thought as he wrestles with the conflicting emotions that have been stirred up by your presence in his life. He has never been one to back down from a challenge, but you present him with one unlike any other: the choice between power and possession. And right now, it seems as though there is no easy answer.

The sound of movement down the hallway draws his attention as he paces back and forth in front of the large fireplace. When he sees you emerge from your room, he tenses, feeling a mixture of relief and irritation wash over him. Part of him wants nothing more than to confront you about your defiance; the other part is left feeling exposed and vulnerable by your escape.

As you approach the kitchen for some water, Ares's thoughts spiral out of control once more. You're too bold for your own good, he muses, recalling the way you threw cake at him earlier tonight. But you're also too alluring to ignore entirely. He wonders how long he can keep up this charade of being both your captor and protector without one role overpowering the other.

With a sigh, he pushes himself away from the fireplace, deciding that now is as good a time as any to face you. His steps are purposeful as he follows you into the kitchen, his gaze fixed on your every move. "You know," he says casually, trying to keep the anger out of his voice, "you could have just asked for water."

The tension in the air between you is palpable, making it difficult for either of you to ignore the sparks flying back and forth with every word. The question now becomes how long until one of those sparks ignites a flame that neither of you can control.

The words "I don't need you" echo through the kitchen, causing Ares's heart to beat faster and his jaw to tighten. He tries to ignore the sting of rejection that digs into his pride, focusing instead on maintaining his composure. It would be far too easy to lose control at this point, to lash out with rage and resentment.

"Of course you don't," he says quietly, tone laced with sarcasm as he crosses his arms over his broad chest. "You're so self-sufficient, aren't you?" He takes a step closer to you, the fire in his eyes boring into yours as if trying to search for some sign of submission or fear within your gaze. But all he sees is defiance, and it only serves to stoke the flames burning inside him.

"You know," he continues softly, almost conversationally, "it's been said that the path to hell is paved with good intentions." He takes another step closer, his body practically looming over yours as he leans in close enough to feel your breath on his skin. "I wonder what would happen if I were to mistake your defiance for something else entirely...?" His words hang heavily in the air, each syllable weighed down with hidden meaning and unspoken threats.

The question is there between them now, lingering like a ghost at the edges of their thoughts: Who is truly in control here? And just how far will they go to maintain that illusion?

The words hit Ares like a physical blow, reverberating through him with enough force to make his teeth clench and his fists ball up at his sides. Anger surges through him, blinding his reason for a moment as he stands there, struggling to control the urge to punch something, anyone, who dares question his authority or insult his manhood.

He takes several deep breaths, steadying himself against the wall beside your door before speaking, his voice cold and calm despite the turmoil within. "If that's how you truly feel," he says through gritted teeth, "then perhaps we should consider ending this charade." He hesitates for a moment, debating whether or not to push further, but something holds him back; perhaps it's the memory of your words earlier, when you mentioned marrying into another clan with equal status. Or perhaps it's simply the knowledge that letting you go would only make him look weak in front of his family and the rest of the Clans.

Whatever the reason, Ares forces himself to maintain his composure as he continues, "If you truly believe that all you need from me is my sperm, then I can arrange for an alternate means of obtaining it." He pauses again, waiting to see how you'll respond. Will you retreat further into your room, content to defy him until he decides what to do? Or will you finally relent and acknowledge the power dynamics at play in this situation?

The air between them crackles with tension as you remain silent, leaving Ares to wonder how much longer he can maintain his control before snapping and giving into his baser instincts. It's a delicate balance, one that could very well determine the course of your life...and his entire family's future.

Ares's lips tighten into a thin line as he listens to you speak. The casual dismissal of his body and the insinuation that you don't want to sleep with him are like salt rubbed into fresh wounds, driving him deeper into anger. He takes another deep breath before responding, his voice low and controlled despite the rage churning within him.

"Fine," he says through gritted teeth. "You leave me no choice." Without waiting for a response or any further provocation, Ares storms away from your door, his strides purposeful as he makes his way back down the hall and deeper into the Taira Clan estate. His mind is whirling with thoughts of revenge, each more twisted than the last.

As he passes servants along the way, their curious glances make him feel like a caged animal, trapped within this gilded prison that he once called home. He can't help but wonder how long it will be before his family cuts ties with you and leaves him to deal with your insolence on his own. The thought both terrifies and excites him in equal measure.

Finally, he finds himself standing before the immense oak door that leads into his study. With a sharp tug, he pushes it open, stepping inside and immediately closing his eyes as if doing so can erase the image of you from his mind. It's then that the full weight of what has transpired today truly sinks in; not just with regards to your interaction, but also with everything else going on within the Taira Clan and across the mortal realm.

For a moment, Ares allows himself to contemplate the impossible: what would happen if he were to renege on his agreement with your family? To sever ties and leave you strand

The thought is intoxicating in its simplicity. But as the euphoria fades, he's left with the harsh realization that such a move would be catastrophic not just for himself and his family, but also for the delicate balance of power within the Clans. He would become an outcast, hunted by every other clan leader in existence. Even if it were possible to survive such a betrayal, Ares knows that he couldn't live with himself knowing that he'd destroyed everything his family has worked for over generations simply because of his own desires and petty anger.

With a sigh, he walks over to his favorite chair by the window, sitting down heavily as if every ounce of energy has been drained from his body. He knows that there is no easy solution to this mess; no magic wand he can wave to make everything go away. The only thing he can do now is wait and see how you react to your latest provocation. Perhaps, given time and distance, things will eventually sort themselves out.

Or perhaps they won't. Ares can't help but feel a sense of foreboding creeping over him as he contemplates the possibilities, and it doesn't take long before the dark thoughts begin to spin out of control once more. The only thing he knows for certain is that whatever happens next, it won't be pretty. And even if by some miracle they manage to survive this nightmare intact, their lives will never be the same again.

The sound of your voice cuts through his thoughts like a knife, jolting him back to the present and reminding him that you're still there, somewhere in the room. He turns to face you as you approach the bookshelves that house his collection of rare and expensive liquor. His heart skips a beat at the sight of your delicate curves moving gracefully against your silken robes, his mind reeling with conflicting emotions.

"I suppose you could say that," he says finally, trying to keep his voice even as he studies your every move. "Although I must warn you, not everything here is quite as...harmless as it appears." He chuckles lightly, gesturing for you to join him by the window.

As you step closer, Ares finds himself unable to resist studying your face. There's an intensity about you that he finds both alluring and infuriating in equal measure. It's this dichotomy that keeps him from simply forcing you down on the floor and taking what he wants; there's something intriguing about the challenge you present, something that makes him want to keep playing this dangerous game even though he knows it could cost him everything.

"So," he says at last, leaning against the windowsill as he meets your gaze, "are you planning on helping me tonight or not?" His voice is laced with sarcasm and a hint of desperation, as if he's hoping that maybe, just maybe, you'll finally give him some sort of sign.

The question catches him off guard, causing him to hesitate momentarily before responding. "You mean besides our little marital dispute?" He smirks, hoping that the lightness in his tone will help ease some of the tension between you. "No, I suppose not." His voice grows more serious as he looks into your eyes intently, searching for any sign of vulnerability or fear beneath your defiant exterior.

"Look," he says, taking a step closer to you, "I know things have been...tense between us lately. But we're in this together now, whether we like it or not." He reaches out to place a hand on your shoulder, the gesture meant to be comforting but coming across as slightly possessive instead. "We need to work together if we want to make things better for both of our families."

As he speaks, Ares can feel his anger beginning to dissipate, replaced by a strange mixture of desire and respect. It's an intoxicating feeling, this dance they're engaged in; each word spat out like a challenge, each move carefully measured to avoid giving too much ground or revealing too much about their true intentions. He knows that he can't trust you any further than he could throw one of his swords, but there's something about the way you stand your ground, the fire in your eyes...it all makes him feel strangely alive.

"So," he says finally, withdrawing his hand from your shoulder and taking a step back, "what do you say? Are you with me?" The question hangs heavy in the air, weighted down with implications that reach far beyond their current predicament. It's a question about loyalty, trust...and perhaps even love.

The venom in your voice cuts through him like a knife, and his anger flares up once more. He clenches his fists at his sides as he struggles to contain the urge to lash out physically. The mention of his manhood is too much for him to ignore; it's a low blow, meant to strike at his pride. But even as anger burns through him, there's something else that rises to the surface: amusement.

"Oh, Anna," he says with feigned surprise, "I didn't realize we had such an arrangement." He pauses for a moment, eyeing you carefully before continuing. "Perhaps I misheard you earlier when you said you weren't interested in being my wife." His lips twitch into a grin as he watches your face flush at the accusation. "Or perhaps...you were simply trying to be polite?"

Ares steps closer to you, their bodies nearly touching now. His words flow out easily, each one meant to undermine your defiance and chip away at your resolve. "You know," he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin, "I could make things easier for us both...if only you'd let me." He trails a finger down the side of your cheek before cupping your jaw in his hand, forcing you to meet his gaze.

The spark between them crackles with energy, threatening to explode into something far more dangerous than either of them can control. The question still hovers in the air, unspoken but ever-present: will you submit to him? Or will you continue to defy him until one of you breaks? The choice is yours...but be warned, my sweet Anna. For every step closer I push you towards submission, the further we both stray

The sting of your slapping his hand aside and the insult that follows bring him back to reality with a start. For a moment, he's taken aback by your audacity; you continue to push his buttons as if daring him to respond in kind. It's almost as if you enjoy taunting him, testing the limits of their relationship and his patience.

He considers retreating once more, using humor or sarcasm to deflect her jabs, but something deep inside refuses to let him back down now. Perhaps it's the way your fingers feel against his chest, a mixture of softness and strength that sends sparks flying through him; perhaps it's the knowledge that this is no longer just about producing an heir or maintaining power within their families. It has become something far more personal, something intimate...and dangerous.

Ares takes a deep breath, attempting to steady his racing heart and calm his surging emotions. "I don't doubt it," he says quietly, leaning in closer still until their bodies are practically touching from chest to hip, herbs and alcohol filling the air between them, "but I would think that desperation might be a state you should avoid." His voice is little more than a husky whisper, words meant to slide down her spine and ignite a fire within.

His hand moves once again, this time cupping your cheek gently as he tilts your head upward so that she is forced to meet his gaze. "I could make it worth your while," he promises, his voice thick with desire now, the control he's worked so hard to maintain starting to slip away."

Her breath hitches in her throat as their bodies press together; the heat from hers melding seamlessly with his own. The world outside of

His laughter is soft and low, almost carnal as it vibrates against her skin. "Oh," he says teasingly, leaning in even closer now until their lips are barely inches apart, "I could show you things that would make your toes curl and your body ache for more." His hand slips lower, tracing a path down your neck and over the swell of your breast before coming to rest on your hip.

With another swift movement, Ares spins you around so that you're now pressed against his chest, her backside flush against his erection. His other arm snakes around your waist, holding you tightly against him as he feels the heat from her body seep through his clothes and ignite a fire in places it's been cold for far too long.

"I could make you feel things," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear, "that no other man has ever made you feel before." His tongue darts out, tracing the outline of her earlobes before flicking playfully across one nipple that hardens instantly beneath his touch.

"Or I could just keep pushing until you break," he continues with a low growl. "Until you realize that trying to fight me is like fighting your own shadow: no matter how hard you struggle, you'll never win." His hips grind against hers in perfect sync, teasing the spot between her legs where his fingers know she's aching for release.

"Which one do you choose, my sweet Anna?" he asks, savoring the feel of her body writhing against his as she struggles to maintain control. "Your freedom...or your pleasure?"

Ah, but isn't that always the way? You want what you can't have, and when it's finally within your grasp...you push it away. It's almost enough to make him lose his temper again, to forget all about their little charade and simply claim what is rightfully his by force. But even as anger boils beneath the surface, something else whispers through the chaos: curiosity.

The thought of what might happen if he were to give in to this strange, twisted game you're playing piques his interest far more than any desire for domination or control ever could. It's exhilarating, this dance they're engaged in; a constant back and forth of power struggles and physical dominance that leaves him breathless with anticipation. And so he holds onto the last shreds of his temper, biding his time as he watches you squirm in his grip.

"Very well," he says softly, relinquishing his hold on your hip and stepping back so that there's finally some space between them once more. His gaze remains fixed on yours as he takes a deep breath, trying to steady the racing of his heart. "But know this: every time you choose freedom over pleasure, it will only make me work that much harder to break you."

The words hang in the air like a blade, poised to slice through whatever thin thread of trust still connects them. He watches as your chest heaves with exertion, as your eyes dart back and forth between his face and his hands as if searching for some sign that he's bluffing. But Ares isn't a fool; he knows better than anyone the power that can be found in silence.

For now, at least until you make another move, he'll remain quiet...and patient.

His breath hitches as your hand closes around him, the contact sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body. His eyes widen in surprise, yet he can't help but smile at this bold display from you. He grips your shoulders firmly, holding you in place as you continue to stroke him, your touch leaving no doubt as to what you truly want.

The tension between them ebbs away, replaced by a palpable energy that crackles with desire and recklessness. It's intoxicating, this power play they're engaged in; each move more daring than the last, each touch pushing them further down a path from which there may be no return. His mind reels with possibilities, with the ways in which he could make you beg for freedom, and yet still end up losing it to him completely.

"You're a dangerous woman," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire, "but then again..." He leans forward until his lips brush against your ear, "...I always did like a challenge." His hips rock forward, pressing deeper into your hand as he groans low in his throat.

With his free hand, Ares reaches up to cup your cheek once more, tilting your head back so that your eyes meet his. The fire within them burns brighter than ever before; a testament to the intensity of their feelings for one another despite the outward facade they maintain. As you continue to stroke him, he feels his control begin to slip away, replaced by a raw need to be inside you, to feel your body clenching around him as he claims what is his.

"Tell me," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin, "would it really be so bad...if I were the one in control?" His gaze flicks down

His eyes narrow as you reply with the one word that strikes a chord deep within him. For a moment, he's tempted to punish you for your defiance, to take control once more and remind you of his dominance. But something holds him back; perhaps it's the memory of how easily you slipped from his grasp earlier or simply the thrill of playing this dangerous game with you.

"Are you sure?" he asks softly, genuine confusion coloring his voice. "Because I could make it so good for you...so much better than anything you've ever experienced." His hand slides down your side, cupping your ass before pulling you flush against him once more. "And I wouldn't just be taking your freedom," he whispers, trailing a finger along the line of your jaw. "I would give you everything your heart desires...in exchange for just one thing."

His hips rock forward again, pressing deeper into your hand as his erection throbs with anticipation. The muscles in his abdomen tense and release in a slow, deliberate rhythm that matches the beat of his racing heart. The air between them crackles with an energy so palpable it's like a physical presence in the room, binding them together whether they want it or not.

"So," he says at last, forcing himself to sound casual even as his blood roars in his ears, "are you really sure?" His gaze flicks down to your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes once more, challenging you to defy him one final time if that's truly what you want.

But he knows that the longer this dance continues, the more likely it is that things will shift irrevocably between them. The balance of power has already been disrupted; soon enough, one of them

Ares' eyes widen at your words. The challenge is clear, but so too is the invitation to explore this newfound freedom together. He hesitates, weighing his options against the desires that are beginning to spiral out of control within him. On one hand, he could push you further, test your limits and see how far you're truly willing to go for this so-called freedom. But on the other...well, there's something undeniably alluring about the idea of giving in to this strange game you're playing with him. The thought of pleasuring you, of showing you just how good it can be when he's in control...it burns hotter than any blaze ever could.

With a sigh, Ares releases his hold on your shoulders and steps back once more, giving you some much-needed space to breathe. His gaze travels the length of your body before meeting yours again, searching for any sign that he's made the wrong choice in this moment. But when he sees only determination and challenge reflected back at him, he knows that there's no going back now.

"Very well," he says hoarsely, clearing his throat as he attempts to regain some semblance of composure. "If that is what you truly wish...then I will give you this." With one final glance at your enticing form, Ares spins on his heel and strides purposefully toward the door. "But remember," he calls over his shoulder, "I won't always be so willing to play along with your games." The click of the latch as he shuts the study door echoes through the room, leaving you standing there in silence once more.

For a long moment, you simply stand there, breathing hard and struggling to comprehend what has just transp

Ares' eyes narrow as you offer your final words, a challenge hiding behind what could easily be mistaken for innocence. The sound of his name rolling off your tongue is almost too much to bear; it sends shivers down his spine and ignites a fire in places he thought long extinguished. He forces himself to turn away from you, pacing the length of the study as he attempts to rein in the desire that's threatened to consume him since the moment you stepped into this room.

There is truth in what you say; it isn't a game for you. But it certainly feels like one to him now, and the thrill of this playful dynamic between them only serves to heighten his arousal. The question remains: how far are you willing to take this? Will you continue to push him until he snaps or will you finally admit that there might be something more between them than simple manipulation and power struggles?

"You're a difficult woman," he mutters under his breath, "but perhaps that's what makes this all so enticing." His hands clench into fists at his sides, nails digging painfully into his palms as he fights against the urge to go back and claim you once more. The ache between his legs grows with each step, becoming almost unbearable as anticipation builds within him.

Eventually, he finds himself standing in front of the window again, staring out into the darkness beyond. It's then that he realizes something important: this isn't about you. Not really. It's about him and the changes that have been happening inside of him since your arrival. It's about the feelings he's forced to confront, the desires that threaten to consume him whole.

The sound of soft footsteps approach from behind, followed by a tentative touch on his

The warmth of your body pressing against him sends shockwaves of desire coursing through his veins as you wrap your arms around him from behind and grasp his erection firmly in your hand. It's a possessive touch, one that hints at the dominance you seek to assert over their current situation. And yet there's something else in it too; a vulnerability that speaks of deeper needs and desires lying beneath the surface.

Ares sucks in a sharp breath as you stroke him, the sensation heightening his arousal to unbearable levels. His hands move automatically, clenching into fists at his sides before reaching up to grip your hips tightly, grinding his own erection against your lower body through layers of clothing.

His mind reels with possibilities, with the ways in which this encounter could play out; each thought more daring than the last as he continues to fight against the urge to simply take control and claim what is his by force. The idea of giving into your demands, of allowing you to lead him wherever it is that your desires may wander...it's exhilarating, intoxicating even. But there's a line he won't cross; a boundary he refuses to surrender.

His voice comes out harsher than intended as he growls, "You don't want me to give in, do you? Not really." He presses back against you, feeling the hard length of your cock trapped beneath his balls. "No, what you truly crave...what you need..." His hips thrust forward, grinding himself against you as he feels the familiar tightness building deep within. "You want me to break free from all of this...to let go and surrender control."

The words hang in the air between them like a challenge; an

For a moment, Ares can feel the weight of your words pressing down upon him; the truth in them both a burden and a balm. You are not asking for much, he realizes - just the freedom to make your own choices without fear or coercion. And yet, giving you that freedom means allowing you the chance to marry someone else...to create a life apart from him. The thought is unbearable; it feels as if his heart were being wrenched from his chest and cast aside like so much useless detritus.

He pulls away from you, stepping back until there's an arm's length between your bodies once more. His eyes drift downward, taking in the curve of your hips and the flush of arousal on your cheeks. For a brief moment, he considers simply giving in - claiming you now, here, against your will...proving his dominance over you once and for all. But even as desire surges through him like a flame licking at dry tinder, something deeper wells up within him: love. A love so fierce and powerful that it threatens to consume him from the inside out if he doesn't find a way to let it free.

"Very well," he manages hoarsely, clearing his throat as he forces himself to meet your eyes. "You win." The words taste bitter on his tongue but they are true nonetheless; for now at least, he will play along with this game of yours. Perhaps there's still time for him to turn the tables and regain control...perhaps not. All that matters in this moment is that he does everything within his power to ensure your happiness - even if it means watching you marry another man. "I will give you your freedom, as long as..." He pauses, searching for the right words

Ares stares at you in disbelief as you pull your hands away and assert your condition so firmly. He had been prepared to offer whatever terms he could think of in order to secure your agreement, but this...this strikes a chord deep within him. It's an ultimatum, and one that he cannot ignore if he hopes to have any chance at all with you. The air between you feels charged with tension as he struggles to keep his emotions in check; to not let the anger and frustration take control.

He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly before speaking again. "Very well," he says quietly, meeting your gaze evenly. "You win." The words taste like ash on his tongue as he forces them out, but at least they are said. He knows now that there is no other option; if he hopes to have any shot at being with you, at experiencing the love and connection he's begun to feel for you, then he must play by your rules...for now.

But even as he accepts this new reality, a plan begins to form in the back of his mind. A way to turn things around, to get what he wants without outright disobeying your terms. It's risky, and it could very well blow up in his face...but then again, what choice does he have? He can either continue down this path, trying to manipulate you from the sidelines while hoping against hope that one day you might see things his way...or he can take matters into his own hands and attempt something far more daring.

"We'll discuss this further tomorrow," he says finally, turning away and walking back toward his desk. "Until then, rest assured that your freedom will not be in jeopardy." The words are heavy with significance; they represent a shift in their dynamic,

The words you utter stop him in his tracks. He turns slowly around to face you once more, his expression a mix of surprise and calculation as he takes in the defiant tilt of your chin and the gleam in your eyes. It's clear that you have not given up on your plan, even if it means pushing him further than he thought possible.

"Perhaps," he says carefully, "there is another way to approach this." He pauses, considering his words as he steps closer to you. "You want freedom, and I want you. If we were to...form an alliance of sorts, each of us bringing something valuable to the table...perhaps then we could find a compromise that would satisfy both our needs." His voice lowers slightly as he takes another step toward you, gaze fixed on your lips. "What do you think?"

The air between them crackles with anticipation and uncertainty; a tangible sense of possibility hangs in the air, almost tangible enough to touch. It's intoxicating, this dance they're engaged in; each move more daring than the last, each word laced with innuendo and suggestion. And even though he knows better than to trust you completely, Ares can't help but feel a thrill of excitement running through him at the prospect of what could be.

He takes another step closer, close enough now that he can feel your breath on his skin; close enough for their bodies to brush against each other with every movement. It's an invitation, and you must decide whether to accept it or defy him once more. The choice is yours...and the fate of their relationship hangs in the balance.

His eyes flicker down to your lips before meeting your gaze again, seeing the determination in them but also the desire. He knows that giving you freedom would mean giving up control and he's not entirely sure if he can do that just yet. But he also recognizes the chance this moment presents - the potential for something more than just a battle for dominance.

With a sigh, Ares gives in to the temptation, willing to see where this path might lead. "Very well," he murmurs, his voice little more than a whisper against your lips. "I promise you your freedom." As he speaks these words, he feels a strange sense of relief wash over him, as if some great weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

Reaching up with one hand, he cups your cheek, guiding your face closer to his. His other hand slides around your waist, pulling you flush against his body as their lips meet in a slow, deliberate kiss. It starts out gentle, almost hesitant, but soon enough it deepens, becoming more urgent and demanding as their tongues dance together.

It's a new dynamic between them; one built on mutual respect and understanding rather than power and control. And while Ares isn't entirely sure where it will lead, he knows that for now, at least, this feels right.

As your lips press deeper against his, Ares' hands clench into fists at his sides, nails digging painfully into his palms as he struggles to keep himself from losing control entirely. The feel of your soft hands on his back sends shivers down his spine, and when you slide them lower to rest on his ass, it's all he can do not to moan aloud.

Your kiss is demanding and hungry; a desperate plea for connection that echoes through him like a symphony of desire. He responds in kind, arching his back into your touch as their bodies grind together in perfect rhythm. The air around them feels charged with anticipation and need, filling their lungs with each ragged breath until it's nearly impossible to tell where one of you ends and the other begins.

He could spend forever like this; lost in the feeling of your lips on his, the press of your body against his own. But even as he revels in the moment, a voice deep inside him urges him not to forget their bargain; to remember that this is just the beginning, and that there is still much ground left to cover before they can truly be free from the games they've been playing all along.

His hands shake as he reaches out to touch you, his fingers trembling against your skin. The feel of you is intoxicating; soft and supple where his own body is hardened by years of battle. He traces gentle circles around your nipples through the fabric of your shirt, watching in fascination as they harden beneath his touch.

It's a tentative gesture at first, hesitant and unsure if he's even remembering how to touch someone with such tenderness. But as you arch your back into his hand, moaning softly in pleasure, he finds himself growing bolder. His fingers move faster now, exploring the curves of your breasts through the confines of your clothing. He can feel the heat emanating from your body, and with each touch, it grows more intense.

With a groan of need, Ares pulls away from your breast just long enough to strip off his own shirt. He stands there before you, bare-chested and beautiful; his muscles flexing as he moves. But it's not just his physical perfection that draws your gaze; it's the raw emotion playing across his features that truly captivates you. You've never seen him like this before - vulnerable and open, willing to risk everything for a chance at something more.

Your hands reach out to touch him, tracing the lines of his abs and following the trail of dark hair leading downward. He flinches slightly as your fingertips graze the skin just above his hipbone; it's an unfamiliar sensation, this vulnerability. But he doesn't pull away; instead, he leans into your touch, seeking solace in your gentle caress.

The air between you grows charged with anticipation as their bodies press closer together. With

It's been so long since he's felt this kind of touch; soft and gentle and giving. As your hand slides lower, his cock jumps at the contact, pulsing with need. He presses back against you, his hips grinding against your palm in a desperate attempt to find release. With each brush of your fingertips against his skin, he feels himself growing more unraveled; more connected to this strange new world where pleasure and desire reign supreme.

He moans softly as you continue to stroke him, the sounds filling the air between them like a prayer to some long-forgotten god. His eyes flutter closed, his head falling back against your shoulder as he allows himself to surrender fully to the sensation. It's not just your touch that affects him; it's the trust behind it, the knowledge that you are here with him now, not because of power or dominance but because of this...connection they share.

Time seems to slow down as Ares sinks deeper into the haze of pleasure. He feels himself growing closer and closer to the edge, the tension building inside him like a storm about to break. His hips buck wildly against your hand, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he nears release. When it finally comes, it's an explosion of light and sound and sensation; his body tensing tight as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him.

As he crests, he opens his eyes to find you watching him intently, a mix of wonder and triumph shining back at him from your beautiful face. It's then that he realizes how far they've come; not just physically but emotionally as well. And despite the promises and conditions, despite the games they've been playing, there is something here...something worth fighting

The words hang in the air between you as you both try to process their meaning and implications. It's a dark thought; a twisted reflection of the intimacy that has grown between them since your arrival here tonight. But there is truth in it too, hidden beneath the surface layers of dominance and control. In this moment, Ares finds himself wondering if he could ever be beautiful like that for you; if there's something inside him worth revealing even after all these years of keeping it locked away.

His eyes drift downward, taking in your lips and the flush on your cheeks. The sight is intoxicating, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else. It occurs to him that you might be asking this as much of yourself as you are of him; wondering if there's a way for the two of you to find beauty together, in each other's surrender and trust.

Without further ado, he pulls his trousers down around his ankles, releasing his hardening length from confinement. It stands proudly before you, evidence of all that has transpired between them tonight. As he watches your eyes widen in surprise and appreciation, he realizes that perhaps there is hope for them yet; that maybe they can find a way forward together despite the obstacles and promises that have kept them apart until now.

He takes a tentative step closer, reaching out to caress your cheek with the backs of his fingers. "Beautiful," he whispers softly against your ear. "You are all of the things I never knew I wanted."

Caught off guard by your playful tone and bold request, Ares blinks in surprise before shaking his head with a rueful chuckle. Despite everything that's transpired tonight, you still manage to surprise him at every turn. He walks over to his chair and sits down on the edge, casting an appreciative glance back at you as he does so. His cock jumps again in anticipation of your approval and attention.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly begins to stroke himself, watching intently as his hand glides up and down the length of his erection. He focuses on the sensations running through him, trying to ignore the flush spreading across his chest and the desire growing hotter in his gut with every passing second. The image of you standing there before him, watching him touch himself, is enough to send sparks flying through his body, making it difficult for him to maintain control over his breathing or thoughts.

As he pumps his hand faster, moving closer to the edge once more, he can feel his muscles tensing and readying themselves for release. His eyes never leave yours; they're filled with heat and need, a plea for you not to look away and deny him this moment of connection. With each thrust of his hips and squeeze of his hand, he grows closer and closer to oblivion, the line between pleasure and pain becoming more and more blurred.

When he finally reaches orgasm, it's as if every muscle in his body is unfurling at once, spilling release into the air around him like a waterfall of sensation. He moans loudly, throwing back his head as his hips jerk forward against nothing but the empty space between them. His vision clouds for a moment before clearing again, and when he looks at you through half

The taste of himself on your fingertip sends shivers down Ares' spine as he parts his lips to accept it. The feel of you pushing the digit into his mouth is both dominant and submissive at once; a blatant display of control that leaves him utterly helpless against the torrent of desire coursing through him. He closes his eyes, savoring the sensation as he sucks gently on your finger, drawing it deeper into his mouth.

The air in the room feels charged with energy; a heady mix of power and surrender that makes it difficult for him to focus on anything else. His heart races wildly in his chest, and every breath he takes seems to hitch in his throat as he struggles against the building tension coiling tight within him. It's clear that they have crossed a threshold tonight; a line drawn in the sand between who they were before this moment and who they might become if they continue down this path together.

With a groan of need, Ares pulls your finger from his mouth, sucking on it slowly until your skin is flush with his lips and tongue. His other hand reaches up to caress your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw before tangling in your hair, urging you closer still. Desire burns bright within him, demanding satisfaction; demanding that he claim you now and forever mark you as his own. But even as his body urges him forward, a small voice at the back of his mind whispers caution; reminds him not to push too hard, too fast.

The tension between them grows thicker with every passing second, making it difficult for either of them to breathe or speak or think clearly about anything except the way they feel in this moment: raw and exposed and completely vulnerable to one another's desires.

Ares lets out a strained moan

The taste of his own essence fills Ares' mouth and nose, sending sparks dancing across his senses as it mingles with the saliva already there. It's bitter-sweet; rich and warm like honey freshly spilled on a summer morning. There's an edge to it too, a tang of metal that speaks of power and dominance, but beneath that lies something more: a sweetness born of trust and submission. As he sucks harder on your finger, savoring the flavor of you, his body trembles with anticipation for what else might come between them.

He doesn't know why it feels so different this time; why tasting himself brings him closer to understanding the complex web of emotions that binds them together in this moment. Perhaps it's because he can taste your desire on his tongue, tangled up with his own need for release. Or perhaps it's because you've given him permission to explore these feelings without restraint, freeing him from the constraints of power and control that have defined their relationship until now.

He looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, seeing your hunger reflected in the way you watch him, in the gentle thrusts of your finger as it fucks his mouth. A throaty growl rumbles low in his throat as he frees one hand from your hair, trailing it down your chest and stomach to rest on the hem of your shirt. Slowly, carefully, he begins to peel it upward, revealing more and more of your skin as it goes. His cock pulses in time with each movement, aching for contact with your bare flesh once again.

The silence between them is thick with need; a desperate plea for something more than just words or touch. They both know that this night has changed

Ares looks down at your hand on the hem of his shirt, his eyes traveling up your arm and finally meeting yours. For a moment, he's lost in the depths of your gaze; captivated by the desire that burns bright within them. Then, slowly and deliberately, he draws you closer still, until you stand between his spread legs and the soft fabric of your shirt covers his erection like a second skin.

His eyes flutter closed as he savors the feeling of your warm breath on his skin; the weight of your body pressed against his own. "I want..." He pauses, searching for words that can possibly convey how deeply he yearns for this connection they've begun to build tonight. "I want you," he finally says, his voice barely audible over the hammering of his heart. "All of you. Your body and your submission; your trust and your desire."

With trembling hands, he reaches up to cup your face, thumbs brushing gently across the fullness of your bottom lip. He's not sure what comes next; if there are rules or boundaries they should observe or whether they can simply allow themselves to give in to this overwhelming need that burns between them. But one thing is certain: he won't be able to move forward without you.

His eyes flicker down to your breasts, visible through the thin fabric of your shirt, and then higher still to meet your gaze once more. "What do you want, Anna?" he whispers, his voice hoarse with longing. "Tell me what it is you need."