“Bend over the bed and spread your legs,” Ares said, his tone still even, almost bored. He finished his drink, then moved to stand up and shrug off his jacket, then unbutton his cuffs and roll his sleeves up a little. His eyes raked over her body, looking at her tattoos and the curve of her hips, the soft hair at the apex of her thighs. He would fuck her, yes, but he had to make sure the point was driven home first.