Mine

𝑪𝒉. 𝟑𝟏 | 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒆 🌶️

Ares

"Make sure you wear something I can easily fuck you in tonight," I whisper into her ear as she looks through the selection of clothes for what to wear.

Since it's a formal dinner I dress myself in a metallic silver suit and a navy blue shirt. Iris comes out of the bathroom dressed in a shimmery silver short dress made out of silk.

"No panties," she winks, whispering past me and out the door.

I give out a chuckle as my hands slip into my pockets and I walk out after her. Her ass moved up and down in that short dress with her every step. We enter the elevator and my eyes cannot stop admiring her. Her hair is in a bun and she has this light pink gloss on her lips.

"Have you always been this gorgeous?" I question

with a mock.

"Yes, sweetheart. You just never noticed," she laughs.

"Don't call me sweetheart?" I frown.

That word is not for us anymore. It disgusts me when we call each other sweetheart.

"Or what?"

"I'll fuck your mouth," I warn getting closer to her.

And at that exact moment, the elevator opens. We both walk out into the entrance with a smirk on each other faces. We make our way to the cruise and oh my. It is so big and beautiful. Iris' mouth is stunned open once again.

"Will I be inheriting this as well?" I ask with a laugh.

"You already did," Papa says.

Iris' mouth opens even wider.

"This is mine entirely. I am not sharing this with you," she says crossing her arms and sassing her face.

"You have me that should be enough," I argued.

She makes a pout looking at me with disbelief. Her eyes look me up and down. I copy her expression to show her what she looks like right now and her mouth drops out more.  We take a walk around the cruise and it's so beautiful. Especially the inside set-up. People can practically live here. This can be a home. A room can be a home.

Papa is giving us a tour and telling us the worth of the furniture and the cruise itself as we explore it. Then we head over to the dinner arrangement Papa has made for us. There are bodyguards everywhere around us, armed. Which keeps me at peace that we're in protection.

I pull out the chair for Iris like a gentleman. She gives out a cute laugh thanking me as she takes her seat. She hisses a bit as her ass touches the seat. I laugh under my breath and she notices, nudging me.

The view is so beautiful out here. The sea is so pretty and calming. We can practically see the offshore shops and restaurants lightened with light. The laughter of the Hungarian people creates a warm and welcoming air.

"Papa, are you coming to our wedding ceremony?" Iris asks.

Papa makes an awkward face which is quite an answer that he might not be able to make it. And Iris is disappointed at his reaction.

"You have to come otherwise I won't have the ceremony," she frowns leaving her spoon and fork on the table as she chews the bite of food in her mouth.

"I would love to attend it but it's very risky," Papa excuses.

"Come on papa," I try convincing.

Iris once again has her arms folded to her chest in stubbornness.

"You know what I won't even eat this food until you agree," she scoffs.