Ares’ POV.

“Brianna?” I muttered, staring with wide unblinking eyes when I saw it was actually her.

Away from the crowd, she was there with her mouth wide open. She looked scared and frightened of whatever was to happen to her, now that all attention was placed on her.

I was also scared of what would happen with this incident. How would I get myself out of this mess?

Before I could even think of a solution, the crowd pushed her to the front. Shortly after, she was grabbed by the bouncer, who carried her into the air.

I didn't hesitate to step forward, but she had already started kicking and struggling against the manhandle to let her go, which somehow amused me.

"Get your hands off of..." Her voice was caught in her throat when her feet touched the ground.

Her demeanor changed right away, her legs were shaking with her mouth wider than before at the realization that she was now in the middle of the crowd.

"Ares?" Her voice came as only a whisper, breaking, and sounding unsure.

I raised my head to look into her eyes, and I failed two seconds in. Her lips drew into a thin line, while she clutched her chest as it rose up and down, revealing her fear. The roaring of the crowds frightened her, and she could not mask it.

"Stop shaking, I am here with you, nothing will happen." I tried to assure her but she only let out a gasp.

After a few seconds of silence, she finally said something.

"What? How?...why are you here?" Her voice kept on breaking, she was now squinting her eyes and shifting from me to the crowds.

"What are you doing here? Did you follow me? You can’t be here, you aren’t supposed to be here or see any of this."

She scoffed, her attitude was coming back. "Why? So you can keep deceiving your dad and my mom. What do you think mom and dad will say when they..."

"You cannot say anything, Brianna." I interrupted her, taking two steps closer to her. Her breathing hitched, did she think I wanted to attack her?

At that instance, my stomach twisted with annoyance. Wasn’t she attracted to my amazing looks? This was a big blow to my alter ego. She was scared that I came close to her.

"With everything I heard from mom about you, I never thought you could get to be in a place like this. This is a very dark place for psychopaths. I can't believe this..." Her voice cracked up at the end. Her facial expression was enough to show that she felt unsafe around me.

My heart ached at the sight of which she looked at me, and I couldn’t understand why. It hurt more than her words. I wanted to say something to defend myself when, all of a sudden, the booming sound of the announcer reeled the whole space.

"It seems we have given ourselves a show of a lifetime tonight. The Oppressor and our candidate are having fun with each other, spicing things up for us. Who can't wait till they show us some naughtiness? Damn! I want to see those titties of hers bouncing while she continues playing the hard-to-get game." She paused for a brief moment before she finished. "Now, give it up for the Oppressor!"

The crowd went haywire again at the mention of the start of the show.

A chair was placed behind Brianna, and I was thrown a whip and an office tie on the ground.

On seeing it, she began to shake and sweat, her eyes growing bigger, but I grabbed her and said, "You don't understand why I'm here or whatever made me become the Oppressor here, but one thing I expect is for you to trust me. You don't think I'd actually hurt you, Brianna, do you?" My eyes locked with hers, and for a second, something flashed across.

It almost seemed like she saw me again as the son of Mr. Rodriguez and not as some gangster, but then she blinked, and that confusion was back on.

"I don't know. What do you expect? You were the perfect son of Mr. Rodriguez, but now you are a sex worker? And I was thrown to the stage like I'm some meat you're to chop. I'm fucking scared. I want to leave..." I didn't allow her to finish rambling before I pulled her close and kissed her.

In the heat of the moment, her hands tried to push me away, her nails digging into my bare chest, but I didn't stop. I grabbed her tightly while she protested against me. A few seconds into the kiss, she relaxed a bit, but I could still feel the hesitation in her body.

Right from when I saw her at the fountain, she had grabbed my attention, and now that I had the opportunity to kiss her, to make her see that I wasn’t a thug just because of what she saw me do, I was taking it.

Maybe I was wrong; maybe this was a bad time; maybe I should have remained the jerk that I was, but I didn't just care. The space in between my pants tightened, and my body was wanting more of her, quite strange. Her restrictions against me seemed to be reversing as she gave in more.

My fingers slid down her neck to her shoulders before they rested on her breast, and she released a hesitant gasp, which deepened the kiss even more.

Just at that moment, I didn't hear the crowds anymore. I was focused on my stepsister, an harem, supposedly.

My lips were all over her neck, giving her hickeys as I whiffed her sweet, honey-scented body. I had packed her hair to the back.

“Uhm,” a soft moan escaped her lips. It almost made me run mad. She was feeling me.

The pleasure I felt from her own pleasure allured me. This was unlike me. I always treated the other ladies with more pain and less pleasure, but for Brianna, I wanted to do my best.

I felt her resist again, and this time, she pushed me away from her with all her might. The wrinkles on her face deepened, like she was irritated. Her face was red, but she wasn't flustered. She was ashamed too.

"Anna." For a second, I almost caught a soft spot when I called her by that name.

"Get away from me, you pervert..." She blurted, then grabbed her shirt and pulled it tightly. I could tell she was just realizing the reality of things. Her raging eyes shifted to the crowds, and she covered her face instantly.

"I have to find the exit." I heard her muttering to herself.

In haste, she turned her back and got down on the stage, running away.