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)
He trails his fingers over my stomach, dipping lower. “How many men have you killed, Venom?”
The question catches me off guard, but not enough to pull me out of the torment of his touch.
“Too many...” I mumble into his palm as his hand slides between my thighs and finds my clit.
“Good girl.”
I gasp when the heel of his thumb grinds down, pressure driving my hips forward to meet him.
“And how many have you fucked?”
Why the fuck is he asking me this.
“Nine.”
Asher laughs under his breath, sliding his slick finger through me, and I grind against him like anything less than his cock filling me will never be enough.
“Interesting ratio,” he teases. I’m going to die. “Tell me, which do you enjoy more?”
His palm lifts off my mouth, letting fresh air into my lungs. “K-killing.”
“Liar,” Asher growls, and his finger curls on the next stroke almost bringing me to my knees. His thumb finds my clit with a pressure so merciless I grab his arm just to stay upright.
“Your body gives you away.” His mouth drops to my ear. “It’s fucking built for this. For me.”
I’m close, so fucking close, every drag of his hand driving me toward the edge. And he stops.
A broken whimper slips out. “Asher!” I gasp, my hips jerking after the touch.
His hand slides up to my throat, settling there with enough pressure to speed my pulse. “How old were you,” he asks, “the first time you took a life?”
“S-sixteen,” I stammer, and the answer pulls me straight back into that girl’s skin.
His fingers tighten by a fraction. “And the first time you got fucked?”
I swallow against his palm. “I don’t want…” My breath catches, warmth rushing into my cheeks as the words die there. I don’t care. I need this infuriating man with the same desperate certainty I need fucking therapy.
Which is a lot.
He hoists me higher, and I hook my legs around his waist until his hard cock grinds against my clit.
“Last question,” Asher says, his breath dragging over my throat. “How long have you wanted me? For real wanted me?”
I open my mouth, and nothing comes out. How do I tell him it’s been there since the first second I met him? Every touch, every loaded glance, every minute beside him cut deeper than the wounds on my back. I should’ve said it sooner. I should’ve—
His fingers slide between us, his circles firmer. My hips chase the pressure before I can stop them.
“Tell me, Venom,” he says, teasing. “Or I swear to God, I’ll leave you like this the same way you left me to bleed out on your floor.”
“Since the beginning,” I finally choke out, my throat burning. I clutch at his shoulders. “Fuck, Asher, since I first saw you.”
A triumphant smirk curves his lips. “That’s what I thought.”
His fingers pick up their pace, dragging me right back to the edge. Pleasure builds, higher and higher, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He stops.
I let out a frustrated growl. “Please!” Not even caring how pathetic I sound. “Please, Asher, I need...”
“What do you need?” he asks, voice deceptively soft.
I meet his gaze and let him see exactly how desperate I am. “You. I need you to fuck me. To ruin me.”
There’s an animal living inside every man, and Asher’s just bared its teeth. “Relax, Venom. You don’t need to be so thirsty.”
He grins, shoving his sweats down just enough to free his cock. Before I can threaten his life, he buries himself in one savage thrust.
I cry out, my head falling back as his girth stretches me to the edge of pain. He doesn’t give me a second to adjust, setting a punishing rhythm that has me clawing at his back.
“Fuck,” he growls, his teeth grazing my neck. “So fucking tight.”
His fingers press into my throat until dark spots dance at the corners of my eyes. Blood pounds in my ears, every slam of his hips sending shocks through me until my nerves sing, every inch of skin hypersensitive where he touches.
He kicks my legs wider, driving back into me hard enough to rattle the whole house.
“This what you want?” he snarls, fisting my hair and yanking my head back. “To be fucked like a slut instead of worshiped like a God?”
I moan, the sound caught somewhere between pleasure and pain.
“Answer me.” He punctuates each word with a brutal thrust.
“Yes!” The word tears out of me. “Fuck, yes, it’s what I wanted.”
His rhythm breaks, every stroke harder than the last, his fingers biting into my flesh.
A heavy thrum starts low in my gut, tightening with every drag of his cock. My nails rake his spine as the pressure climbs past anything I can fight, and something inside me snaps, wanting nothing but the fall.
“Asher,” I whimper. “I’m close, I’m gonna...”
My whole body’s already shaking, already gone, already his.