Page 39 of Mafia Obsession

Not flashy. Not gaudy. And not open. The rooms are divided by arched entryways, all with carved moldings. The furniture I see is modern with clean lines. It feels very… Ares. I can feel him in the space without him even being in the room.

A well-dressed man who I assume is Ares’s personal valet approaches me and says, “Mr. Zervas returned late from Club Wicked last night. His workout ran over. He should be showering. You may wait in his office.” He gestures down a corridor. “It’s in the residence wing.”

Something twists in my stomach. He returned late last night. From Club Wicked. It’s not a sex club. But it’s a rich man’s playground where members can get whatever they want. As the owner, Ares can also havewhoeverhe wants.

Was he there late with a woman? And why does that send a shudder of sadness through me? I have no claim on him. I’m married. I’m not available. And I’m not sticking around.

“Thank you,” I say to the valet to get out of my head.

Wandering down the hallway, I feel the space grow quieter the deeper I go. The further I walk, the more private this wing feels.

I find the door I assume is the office. It’s slightly ajar, so I push it open. I expect it to be empty since Ares…

I’m hit with a vision that immediately tells me I’m in the wrong place. I freeze, my pulse jumping.

This isn’t an office. This is a bedroom. And by the messy sheets on the king-size bed in front of me, I know this isAres’sbedroom.

The room feels like him. Dark tones, plush carpet, the faint scent of his musky cologne lingering in the air. Despite knowing that I should immediately leave this room, my gaze drifts, taking in the details.

My gaze lands back on the bed. Was a woman in it earlier? One he brought home and fucked? I don’t smell perfume. But Ares’s scent is so powerful. There’ssomuch of the man.

I should leave. Right now, this second. But I can’t…move.

Over the roar of blood in my ears, I make out the unmistakable sound of running water.

Ares is in the shower. My breath catches at the fear of being caught in here, mixed with a sharp adrenaline rush of imagining Ares Zervas nude and wet.

I turn to leave, but I catch the faint sound of moaning. My eyes flare back to the bed. Is there a womanin the showerwith him?

White-hot anger and jealousy burn through me. Obscene and irrational.

The door to the bathroom is open. No need for him to close it. He has no idea I’m standing here. Did he even know I was on my way?

I doubt the valet would disturb his boss in the shower. With a woman.

“Fuck,” Ares groans.

My heart pounds, and I clutch my chest. I can’t listen. It’s none of my business.

“Lourdes…”

I spin around, a jolt lancing through me, thinking he caught me spying on him. But Ares isn’t standing there. Am I hearing things? I step closer to the bathroom. My eyes widen when I realize, thanks to a conveniently placed mirror over the marblevanity, I have a perfect view of the shower.

Ares is alone.

I see…everything.

Slightly bent forward with his eyes closed, he appears to be…masturbating. One hand rests on the glass door. The other hand, I assume, is fisted around…his cock. I can’t see it, but I wish I could. This strong forbidden desire shocks me. I hadn’t thought of him in these specific sexual ways before. Or his…anatomy.

Ares gives himself long, languid strokes. Can his hand close around it? Is it so long that he has to go slow? Yes, he’d be long and thick. Look at the rest of him.

“Lourdes, take my cock.”

He’s…thinking of me. He’s…touching himself,imagining fucking me.I feel ready to pass out. My heart is beating too fast, so hard.

And I’m wet. My clit throbs with need for the first time in years.

“Christ, you fuck me so good.” Eyes still closed, he throws his head back. “Just like that. Just how I like it. Spread your legs. Fuck, I’m so deep in your cunt. Do you like my cock this deep?”