{IRIS'S POV}
As soon as the song finishes, Leo walks over to his other friends and everyone disperses. I'm about to head over to Elena and my other friends when I bump into Ares.
He grips onto my arms and turns me around, taking me to the entrance of the resort. Nobody notices as they're all busy dancing or drinking and my brain is too fizzy to even say anything to him right now.
"What's your problem?" I frown as he drags me to the car park, throwing me against his car and cornering me in his arms.
"You dancing with Leo is the problem. With the guy I hate and despise the most," he argues.
"He's my friend. I can do whatever I want," I say pushing him off me.
I start walking away when he grabs me and throws me against his car again. Though this time, my front is against his car and my back is against his front. His whole body holds mine.
I try to move out but feel his member getting hard on my ass as I rub it. His palm straddles my neck holding my head still so that hit teeth can soothly bite onto the edge of my ear hardly.
My eyes close as I feel a weird strain of body run around. A pleasing one. Flashbacks of the bathroom day come to my mind and I feel myself wet. Wet for him. Wanting to just.... A groan escapes into my ear as he gets harder by me still rubbing my ass for escape.
"You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you for wearing a small dress and showering your tits and ass on that guy," he deeply whispers into my ear.
"I fucking hate you," I softly whisper back.
"And I fucking hate you too for making me want to rip this damn dress off you even though you didn't apologise," he frowns as his grip gets tighter around my neck.
His fingertips are perfectly pressing onto my pleasure points and I'm about to lose it. He opens the door to the backseat and throws me in the back with himself before locking it with his keys.
I reach for the door handle despite, knowing that we'd end up doing something I'd regret because my temptation for him is just out of hands now.
He pulls my left leg, putting me in a position where my legs are spread over his hips. His hands slide under my dress from the back as he uses his keys to rip my panties off me.
His back rests on the seat whilst his hands pull the panties out of under me. Though his eyes are glued to my face, hungry to see a desperate me.
His hands hold onto my hips against to start grinding them against him. A soft moan escapes out of my mouth as I feel the friction from his pants rub against me. It's at a slow pace but I can feel myself wet.
Moments later I feel my brain in ultimate desire for him that my hips grind on him without him having to do it. I'm dry fucking him and I'm enjoying it.
"Iris," he groans, feeling himself harden.
His eyes are drowning in temptation. His entire body is drowning in temptation like mine is right now. I shut my eyes and throw my head back as I increase my pace, rubbing myself against his hard and huge lump.
"Open those damn eyes," he commands holding my face between his thumb and fingers.
"Look at yourself!" he groans cupping it even harder.
My eyes open and look at him. My hips slow down against him but his other hand grabs onto my hip to fasten the pace again. I bite my lower lip to capture any moans from escaping. What is happening to me?
It's like all the hatred I have for him is radiating out of me. A smirk appears on his face. He's pleasured seeing the temptation in my eyes and today I realised that there is something so strong about his touch.
That there is actually something so good about it that there are girls wanting him and running after him for sex. Is this how the girl feels in books as well when the guy she hates sexually pleasures her?
Does she forget all the hatred towards him? His hand leaves my face and holds onto the empty side of my hip, stopping it. Holding them firm on him.
My body shift off him but he leans towards me. My head is about to hit the back of his window but he secures it with his hand so I don't get hurt. His eyes drop onto my lips and then to my eyes. Don't kiss me.
This could be a really nice moment for a kiss but no. I don't want my first kiss to be you. I press my lips together when he moves his lips close to mine.
"If I ever see his hands on you ever again, I'll destroy every inch of you on the inside, so your body automatically rejects any other guys touch," he frowns.
Something about what he says is a warning. He will fuck me. My gut says he will fuck me. Maybe I won't have a romantic love story but the story between me and Ares would be an enemies one.
Enemies to lovers sounds really complicated to think. It's hard to think I'd ever love him or he'd ever love me. Or he just wants to hit once and then leave.
I'm not going to let him do that any day soon. I'm saving myself for marriage. Though what I just did was very unholy and not so saving myself for marriage of me. But now I know ways to get to him.
To annoy him. Leo is the perfect opportunity. Though he's my friend, it wouldn't be anything too serious. Everything would be covered under the rug.
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I wake up in my bed the next morning. I sit holding my head in my hands, still in my short dress. All I can recall is getting dropped home by Ares and our little unholy moment.
I punch my head and dump my face in my hands because I can still feel the effects of last night on me. Why Ares!? My body is still in some state of horniness which is an extreme problem.
"Iris, you need to quickly go get some soft drinks from the store. Your dad has important guests coming over from overseas," she says after seeing me downstairs.
"Good morning mum. How are you? I'm good too," I say.
I take some money and head down to the store to get whatever she wants me to get. A few soft drinks and even some snacks. I wonder who it is. Dad normally has guests here and there but this one seemed like a very important guest.
Like, mum didn't even give me breakfast. Breakfast? It's actually past midday and I'm talking about breakfast. People already probably had lunch and I'm here wanting breakfast.
I walk back home with the things when my mum stops me at the door again. Now I have to go collect the laundry from the dry cleaners. You've got to be kidding me they're located so far how am I going to walk there.
"Hun, can you go with her to the dry cleaners," mum says spotting Ares who walks in.
"Sure aunt. That's not a problem at all," he smiles.
He has a huge grin on my face. I want to slap him. He swings his arm like a bodyguard, wanting me to walk ahead. I roll my eyes and walk out the gate to his car seat. I hope he doesn't bring up anything from last night because I seriously am embarrassed and have no answers to his stupid questions.
"You're still so stubborn sweetheart," he chuckles turning the steering with one hand.
That's so hot. Turning the steering with one hand whist his other rests on the hand break.
"Shut up," I frown holding my head in my hand.
"Okay okay, I won't say anything."
Like I believe that. Ares never leaves a chance to torment me. And after telling him a billion times about how much of a disgusting manwhore he is for sleeping around all the time, I was dry fucking him just yesterday in his own fucking car.
"Iris," he calls.
"What?" I frown.
"So when is it happening?" he asks.
"When's what happening?" I ask back confused.
"Me plus you in bed equals under the sheet," he laughs.
I don't know how and why but I laughed at this joke with him. The fact that he put it in a maths equation, and he seems pretty jokey about it. This is the first time me and Ares have ever laughed together.
Normally I would give a mean reply to his stupid question but after last night, my soul and gut feel a bit eased around him.
Guess that's all the power of sexual tension between two people. Even though he made it seem like a joke I can tell that he's damn serious about it because his eyes have been wrapped around my body ever since I've gotten into this car.
Anyways, I grab the clothes form the laundromat and we both quietly head back home. No arguing or screaming. Not saying that I want it, it's saving my energy that he is quiet today. We both place the clothes away and head down to the living room together where the very important guests are.
"Is that Iris?" the man says seeing me.
"She's grown so much. I remember her from when she was small," he says.
There's a guy that's with him. Who can potentially be his son because he seems around my age.
"Iris, this is my childhood friend and his son. We studied together and the only difference is that he's teaching overseas," my dad tells.
"Nice to met you," I say shaking both their hands.
"It's nice to finally meet you. My dad has had your name on his lips for about a week now," he tells.
"My dad has had your name on his lips for about a week now," Ares mimics softly, crossing his arms over his chest.
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