Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
My nails dig into his shoulders. “Maybe I just wanted to see if you’d throw me out too.”
He laughs, the sound rattling through his chest. “I think we established that answer already.” His fingers trail down my back until they find the zipper. “Now let me fucking ruin you.”
Silk whispers over my skin before the dress pools at my feet.
Asher has never once made me feel undesirable. Which, historically, hasn’t done him any favors, since any time I want to piss him off, win an argument, or make a point, I just get naked or stare into his eyes until one of us breaks. But right now, this feels different.
You wanted this. You wanted him feral.
With every deep inhale, he drinks me, and I feel every heavy second of it.
“You wore no fucking underwear.” His lip curls, eyes going dark. “To a club,” he finishes, closing the gap.
My back hits the wall when I try to step away.
“Where you let another man touch you?” The muscles along both sides of his jaw flex.
“I...”
He cups the back of my neck and forces me onto my toes, dragging his lips over my collarbone. His teeth snap at my skin and I whimper before I can catch it.
Asher’s hand slides between my thighs and burns every other thought to nothing.
“Tell me about those guys you danced with.” His grip tightens. “Did they touch you like this?”
Knuckles skim my ribs, tracing every bone on purpose.
I arch into him. “N-no.”
Asher goes still. I swear to God, if he’s done all this just to pull away, this is the last time I embarrass myself.
A patient smirk presses to my skin. He’s enjoying this. Dragging it out, savoring how easy I come apart under him.
“No?” he murmurs, voice rough. “Then show me how they touched you, Venom.”
I guide his hand to my waist, copying the hold the stranger had on me.
“That all?” His smirk practically splits his face in half. “So fucking innocent.”
I glare at him. “Like they’d be able to touch me any other way.”
He pins my wrists to the wall above my head and slowly rolls his hips into me. His length drags against my clit through too much fabric and I bite the inside of my cheek, killing the sound before it escapes.
“Careful, Venom.” Asher presses into me again, slower. “Don’t wanna wake Atlas and be the reason I kill him when he sees you naked.”
Defeated, I drop my forehead against his chest. “Fuck you.”
It’s the alcohol. It has to be the alcohol.
Asher drags his teeth along my jaw. “Did it feel like this?”
I shake my head, my thoughts coming loose. “Didn’t… didn’t feel like this.”
“Like what?” He pauses, and the absence of his touch is its own torture.
I grab his wrist and press his hand over my pussy.
Asher stills, swallowing before dragging that cocky smirk back into place.
Fuck my pride at this point.
I thrust my hips into his palm, demanding the friction, forcing him to sink those heavy fucking fingers inside me.
He lets out a rough sound, catching my clit with his thumb and pressing hard enough to literally buckle my knees.
His lips brush my ear. “Tell me.”
“Like I’m on fire,” I admit, the confession purring out of me. “Like I might die if you stop.”
The color vanishes from Asher’s eyes before he kisses me. “Good,” he growls against my lips. “Saves me wasting a bullet.”
This is fucking dangerous. So bad.
He steps back, looking me over with deliberate slowness.
“Turn around,” he says, barely holding on. “Hands on the wall.”
My palms land where he told them to. Every nerve in my body runs hot, feeding the one thing it has always needed. Him.
But Asher takes his sweet fucking time, winding me up like a toy. Warmth gathers at my back while he stays close enough for me to feel each breath, his skin never quite meeting mine.
“You know,” he drawls, every syllable grazing the nape of my neck. “I should make you wait. Teach you a lesson about running off and letting other men put their hands on you.”
His finger follows a lazy path down my back, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning. “But I’m not feeling particularly patient tonight, and since you’ve seen me with Camille, I’d say we’re even...”
“Not even fucking close,” I snarl, but the words cut off as Asher slams his large hand over my mouth, his body crushing me harder into the wall.
“If you were smart,” his mouth at my ear, and I curl my fingers, “you wouldn’t fucking push me right now.”
He slides his hand to my breast, finger and thumb rolling my nipple until I arch.
Keeping his other hand over my mouth, he holds me there. “Now I’m going to ask you some questions, and you’re going to answer them. Understood?”
I nod against his calloused palm.