All The Truths - Rina Kent Page 0,49

Ash.”

“Where?”

“In the ass. Fuck me in the ass.” My voice is breathy, and it feels as if I’ve said those words before.

“That’s my girl.” He eases himself inside my ass. I catch my breath as he fills me inch by agonizing inch.

“Oooh…” This is…oh wow, it’s a lot different than I imagined it would be. It’s nearly as fulfilling as him fucking my pussy, if not more.

Another moan rips from my throat as my eyelids lower and I let myself loose. I don’t think about the bindings or anything.

The only thing that fills my mind, heart, and soul is him.

Just him.

He grips my hips and thrusts another finger inside my pussy until I’m full of him in every way possible

Oh, God. Why does it feel so good?

And how come there’s no pain?

He starts moving both in my pussy and ass, and I forget everything—my name included.

Right now, I’m just with this man and I need him to claim me as much as he needs to.

I need to wake up in the morning and see every mark he left on my body and feel whole.

“This ass is made for my dick, just like this pussy.” He starts slowly at first, but then his pace picks up. My body jerks off the bed with the power of his thrusts.

My moans cut off over and over again with the force he’s handling me with. That’s it. That’s how it’s supposed to go between us.

I come the hardest I have in recent memory, clenching all around his cock and fingers like he said I would. I scream his name over and over again as if it’s a salvation—or damnation, depending on how you look at it.

He pounds into me harder and faster. The strength of his thrusts fills me with so many feelings, but most of all, I’m delirious and happy—so damn happy he wants me to the point of madness, to the point of losing all sense of control.

“You’re mine,” he grunts. “You always were.”

“Always,” I pant into the mattress.

“Fucking always.” He groans as he slips out of me and hot liquid spills over my ass cheeks and my pussy.

I close my eyes, letting him mark me.

Own me.

After all, I’m Asher’s queen in public and his slut in private.

My eyes try to open, despite the fatigue rearing on my nerve endings.

Wait…what?

Where did that thought come from?

Before I can analyze that, I give in to the exhaustion and fall asleep, bound, marked, and utterly pleased.

She’s fast asleep.

I stand there, watching the streaks of my cum covering her ass cheeks and dripping down her pussy and between her thighs.

She’s still bound and lying on her stomach, her blond strands sticking to the back of her neck with perspiration. Her cheeks are red and her lips part slightly.

Only one word roars inside me:

Mine.

Mine.

Fucking mine.

I’m tempted to let her sleep like that. Worse, I’m tempted to pull up a chair and watch her in that position all night.

Yes, I have a problem when it comes to Reina. Even I admit it.

But she’ll catch a cold with the amount of perspiration sticking to her skin.

With one last glance at her, I head to the bathroom, clean up, and go back to the room with a wet towel.

She has turned onto her side, her bound hands lolling in an awkward position. I unclasp the knot and throw the bra onto the pile of clothes. Reina moans when I stroke my fingers over her reddened wrists.

Fuck me.

She looks so fragile right now, I’m tempted to fuck her in all possible positions.

My dick resurrects back to life, agreeing to that idea.

I sit on the mattress and clean my cum off her ass, though I’d prefer it stayed there. But no worries, I’ll repeat this—eventually.

With each stroke of the towel against her skin, Reina mumbles something in her sleep. She almost looks like a kid when she’s this way, off guard and…innocent.

She always had this certain type of innocence about her that she hid behind her cold exterior. No one managed to come close enough to know the real Reina, let alone her innocent side.

I did.

I’m the one who knows her best, her secret love for mac and cheese, how she stays up late to binge-watch Netflix, how she drinks her lattes, how she hates attention even though it appears she thrives on it.

But where did that leave me?

The memory from three years ago barges back into my head and I curse.

I can’t even touch her without being overwhelmed by that crippling