Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Bry,” he groans. “I need to move, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me. Please.” I love his tenderness, but I want his violence, his anger, his pain just as much.
Ash’s jaw turns to stone, and his eyes fill with heat as he rises onto his knees and grips my middle, impaling me. I’m so full of him that it’s painful, but I’ll gladly take the pain because it means this is real.
“So fucking good. I knew you’d be perfect,” Asher mumbles, looking down to where we’re connected. His hands that are almost completely wrapped around my waist control the tempo, making my boobs bounce, and then he lowers his head to suck on my tightened nipple. His bruised, swollen lips against me only gets me hotter, and I feel myself clench around him.
“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” he warns before pulling me upright to straddle his lap. My hands fly to the back of his neck while he guides my movements with his fingers digging into my hips. My clit rubs against the base of him in this position, and I start to ride him, shamelessly, desperately.
Ash mutters a curse and leans back on his palms. He sucks his lip in between his perfect, square teeth, watching me move on top of him. I rock my hips faster, about to shatter into a million tiny pieces, when I hear it.
A knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice.
“You awake in there, pretty girl?”
Fuck. Adrian.
My eyes shoot to the doorknob. Locked, thank God.
Asher pushes me backward, and I yelp, causing him to cover my mouth with his hand. He settles in between my legs and immediately starts fucking me. Really fucking me.
“Ignore him. You’re going to come on my cock,” he whispers darkly.
My pleading eyes search his, and I shake my head.
“I can’t anymore,” I mumble from beneath his fingers. Now that I know Adrian’s listening.
“You can and you will.”
“Your brother and I are going to get breakfast. Wanna come?” Adrian questions from the other side of the door.
I look back to Asher, unsure of what to do.
“Answer him.” He removes his hand from my lips, and my eyes widen, but Asher only moves faster.
“N-no,” I say, a little more high-pitched and breathless than intended. “I’m really…tired.”
Asher smirks and leans down to bite my nipple. I moan—loudly—and I hear a chuckle outside the room.
“Tired, huh? Okay, well, do you want us to bring you anything back?”
“God, yes,” I breathe, as I climb higher and higher.
“Yes?” Adrian asks.
“I mean no!”
The asshole on top of me brings his hand down to rub his thumb in just the right spot, and that’s it. I can’t take it anymore.
“Well, which is it?” an amused Adrian questions.
I’m going to come. I can’t hold back. I finally break apart, practically convulsing. Asher crushes his mouth to mine to muffle my screams, kissing me deep and hard. Then he’s pulling out, spilling on my thigh with a groan.
“Goddamn,” he mutters into my ear. “You’re beautiful when you come.”
“Oh my God,” I whisper, feeling myself flush with equal parts embarrassment and ecstasy. Ash collapses on top of me, face pressed into my sweaty neck, and a few moments later, we hear a vehicle starting.
“Do you think he knows?” I ask dumbly.
“He’d be a fucking idiot not to.”
My heart hammers in my chest even harder now, and my panicked eyes meet his. Except now he looks…angry.
“My brother!” It hits me that if Adrian knows, my brother is going to in about five seconds.
“Don’t trip, Bry. I’ll handle it,” he says, rolling off me.
The moment is gone.
The feeling is gone.
And why wouldn’t it be? Because the boy I knew is gone, too.
“Okay,” is all I say, feeling more vulnerable than ever as I pull the sheet up to cover my naked self. I’m done trying. Done hoping. I just slept with the ghost of the boy I used to love, and now I’m left feeling emptier than before.
“Okay,” he repeats, swinging his legs over the bed and pulling on his boxers. He hastily snatches up the rest of his clothes and storms away. Once he’s to my bedroom door, he pauses.
“Fuck!” he shouts, and I jump as his fist hits the wall next to the doorframe, cracking the drywall. Tears spring to my eyes, and before my vision clears, he’s gone.
And then I’m alone. With the evidence of our transgressions drying on my thigh and tears drying to my cheek.
Two weeks. Two weeks since I’ve laid eyes on Asher. I don’t know if he’s not staying here anymore, or if he’s only coming around when I’m not here. It’s safe to say we’re avoiding each other. Or at least, I was for the first week. I stayed with Nat, not wanting to run into any of the boys who occupy my house at any given moment.