Ares snatched my wrist before I could turn, and I was hauled to his body.
The clothes were my lifesaver, and his gloves too. But his face inches away from mine, I didn't know how to survive that. Because I knew deep down, the instant he sealed his lips on mine, my body would betray me.
"Let me go..." I murmured, but Ares didn't budge.
However, I could sense the internal turmoil; his eyes were sharper and pierced through mine like a blade. He's struggling, and I don't fucking care about his struggles.
"Haven't you taken enough? Would you prefer I go insane until you decide you're bored?"
I successfully yanked away from his hold, rubbing my wrist. My heated glare was as if I was on the verge of setting him on fire.
In silence, I turned on my heel, walking, feeling my entire body hurt, from head to toe.
I slowed down and threw a look over my shoulder. Ares stood so impossibly still like a statue, yet for some reason, I could tell he was on the verge of coming at me.
