take him in my mouth, all the way inside.
“Fuuuck.” His fingers thread into my hair, and my eyes close, enjoying the feel of him in my mouth.
Even though I don’t remember doing this, apparently I have a knack for it. I don’t have to think before I lick the side of his cock. Then I suck on the crown, lapping my tongue over the tip until I taste his pre-cum.
His hips thrust forward and his dick hits the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicks in and I choke on him. Instead of pulling out, Asher keeps it right there. My eyes snap open and I place both hands on his thighs, trying to push him away.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t freaking breathe.
The look on Asher’s face is one of pure contempt. It’s like he’s planning to choke me to death.
“Did you think you could manipulate me with this?”
I shake my head frantically. The lack of air and the pressure cause tears to blur my vision.
But he’s not letting me go.
“That’s what you do best, don’t you, Reina? You think you can drag me into your web and finish me?”
I shake my head, feeling dizzy and on the verge of fainting.
He pulls back. I cough and sputter, clutching the floor for balance. Drool forms on the side of my face and my chin.
I wheeze for breath like a dying woman with one last wish, like someone who doesn’t have anything left.
He wraps my hair around his fist, yanking me up, and I stumble to my feet. I expect him to leave, but he carries me in his strong arms and lays me on the bed on my side.
“W-what?” I ask, confused. My mouth feels dry and empty without his cock.
He kicks his shorts off, tears his T-shirt over his head, and removes his shoes so he’s naked.
Fully, absolutely naked.
I stare at his defined abs and a little scar below his ribs. Such a small imperfection makes him even more perfect. The tendrils of his tattoos ripple over his right shoulder and bicep. In the middle of tendrils, there seems to be a sentence in a foreign font. Is that Arabic?
My fingers twitch, yearning to touch those tattoos and ask him what they mean, but before I can think about that, he’s on top of me.
His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls my shorts and panties down in one brutal go.
I gasp, the sensation lighting my skin on fire.
No, it’s not fire. It’s like the air is only filled with him and his presence.
After I woke up in the hospital that day, I struggled with the feeling of belonging and having something—or someone—completely belong to me.
Now, I admit to wanting Asher to be that someone. I want him to belong to me. Talk to me. Touch me.
Maybe that’s why his rejection hurts the most.
It hurts to have him hate me so much.
He kneels in front of my face, grasping his hard cock with both hands. “You’ll finish what you started.”
I gulp, eyeing him carefully. “I thought you said I was manipulating you—why would you want me to finish?”
“Because you’ll be doing it on my terms.” He pushes the crown against my lips; it’s dripping with pre-cum. “Open.”
I don’t.
If I do, this moment will be over.
Everything will be.
For a second, I just watch him: his perfect abs, the tattoos snaking along his shoulders, and the somber shadow covering his features. It’s lust and something else I can’t recognize.
He lies down on his side so his cock is in my face and his naked, hard body is glued to my front.
“Open. That. Mouth.” There’s so much authority in his tone, so much…masculinity.
Sure, I can resist him, but it’s completely useless at this point. It’s the same as resisting myself, and the meeting with the detective, I can’t deal with that.
I part my lips and take him inside, using my hand to direct the pace.
Small sounds slip out from the back of my throat when he lets me bring him to pleasure. This time, he doesn’t interfere. He lets me control the pace, sucking him as I see fit.
If possible, he hardens further in my mouth. I can’t get enough of having him like this.
I can’t get enough of having him all to myself.
Just when I’m about to pick up the pace, a hot wet tongue licks me from the base to the top of my clit.
I gasp around his cock, a full-body shudder going through me.
Holy shit. That feels so good.
He