I have seen Ace kill a guy for disrespecting Mrs. Austin and fuck me if I didn’t wanna disrespect Saylor’s sweet, fiery body right now. Her fist meets my chest as my arms wrap around her twisting her so her back is leaning against my chest holding her tight. “Shhhhh, enough with the screaming.”
“Go to hell you don’t get to tell me what to do,” she snaps kicking her legs in front of herself. All I can do is laugh into her hair. She smells of blueberries and mint.
A dangerous smile spread across my lips as I pressed my nose into the nape of her neck. “It wasn’t what you think, Say,” I breath into her, kissing the soft skin. I can’t help myself. I know I shouldn’t. It’s a cardinal sin to touch, kiss, lick, and wanna be fucking the Prez.’s daughter. She dipped her head to the side opening up the tight skin for my mouth to explore. My tongue run all the way up the base of her neck to her ear lobe. “I will fucking kill for you, babe,” I mouth into her ear. “Then why do that shit?” Her voice breaks and it sends a pain over me that I haven’t felt till I started spending secret hours alone, locked away with this beautiful human.
“Appearances, babe. You know that.” I hated the words leaving my mouth.
“No. No, Capone. That’s not it. You know that tonight there was no one around.” Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I know she’s right. She’s always right.
“I know, babe, but I can’t do with you what they do to me.” Pulling us both back till my knees hit the bed I fall with her in my arms wrapping my legs around hers holding her to me. “I need you to breathe,” her voice is soft and melodic, making me grip tighter on her. Holding her to me as I need her just as much.
“Why does it have to be like this? Why does it have to be so hard?” Her questions pull me from all the bad thoughts rolling through my head.
“Loving you in the dark is the hardest thing to do, Capone.” Twisting her in my arms so I can look deep into her eyes, as much as I hate it, she can see all my dark.
“Don’t call me that, babe,” I say into her eyes. She searches mine. Steel blue meeting my dark brown. “Call you what?” I watch her eyes move over my features. “Call me Capone. That’s my club name, baby. That’s what they call me, them bitches.” My tone is harsher than I indented it to be.
“Well then, Asher it is,” she laughs out loud while her hands cup my cheeks.
“I’m still fuming at you, by the way. You’re lucky you’re, like cute,” she says to me as she nuzzles in closer. Her body presses up against mine and my body hums to life, as my cock presses hard against the zipper of my jeans, wanting nothing more than to fuck her till her brains leak out on the pillows.
“I have wanted you since you turned 16 and became this extremely sexy women that lays before me, Saylor.” I took a sharp breath in as desire shone in her eyes.
“You going to kiss me already, Asher, or just keep staring at me like you wanna fuck me?” Her teeth sucked in her bottom lip and my heart stopped dead still in my chest that she just said that to me. Shock and confusion crossed my mind.
I ran the back of my knuckles down the side of her face, her skin softer than I remember. She screams perfection. She’s an angel and I am a devil, way too dangerous for her. I wanted to kiss her so bad. I wanted to do so much to her. Closing my eyes for a moment, I had to think without the weight of her alluring stare. Before I can even process what the fuck is going on, I feel her lips on my mouth; soft, full and warm snapping my eyes open. “What the hell, babe,” I murmur against her lips as her tongue takes that perfect opportunity to push in and claim my mouth. I’m the guy here, I should be doing this shit.
Let’s not even get shit twisted. I want this woman, so I can’t be gentle with her. Even when I’m trying, a growl rose up from my body as I claimed her mouth. I felt her tense in my grasp and then loosen, as she allowed her body to feel the sensual power that was running through us. Her hands moved and wrapped around my neck as mine moved to the base of her neck, one hand wrapping around her long black ponytail and the other holding her neck with my thumb resting under her chin. I kissed her back, hard, and she let me. With each flick of our tongues she was giving me as much as I was giving her. My hand was itching to squeeze her beautiful neck and watch as the sexual desire from lack of air flushed through her eyes, but I didn’t even know if she was into those games, so I kept it there with only the slightest bit of ownership. Her perky breasts pushed into my chest. I wanted to rip that tank from her body and suck a hardened nipple into my mouth and clamp down on it. But again, I didn’t. I just caressed the nape of her neck and kissed her like the queen she was.
“Harder, Asher,” she begged. Ooooo, she wanted it rough. Pulling back, I broke the kiss as she gulped in a large lungful of air. “Don’t stop, Asher. Don’t stop.” Her hands reach out for my tee, pulling me back to her lips. “As much as I want to, babe, I can’t,” I mouthed into her wet and now swollen lips. Pulling back I planted small soft kisses down her neck rolling off to the side. Her eyes burned into mine, begging me to touch her.
My lips touched hers again in a kiss so powerful that it shocks my core and made me realize, in that moment, that no matter what she will be mine. After this hit I will fucking make sure of it. Rising from her body I unzip my jeans. Pulling my tee from my body, her eyes burn with greed as her eyes roam over my body taking in all my scars, ink and muscles. A sick smile leaves my lips as I look at her looking at me. I can see her cheeks pinken and her breathing hitches.
“It’s not happening darling so you can forget it. I’m sleeping in your bed with you in my arms. No sex.” I bite out playfully as she pouts up at me fluttering her eye lashes. “Pout and flutter all you want, Say. We are doing this the right way,” I say as I pull back the blankets on her bed. She pulls her legs up and sinks in under the covers as I climb in next to her. “What’s the right way, Asher? Daddy shooting you and me still a virgin?” Her eyes burn into mine as I try hard to not laugh. She’s dramatic and that’s what I love about her. Fuck me, I do love this woman. I kiss the tip of her nose.
“Yup, babe, something like that.” Her hands snake around my back as I pull her into the crook of my arm. Her black hair fans out over my chest and it’s not long before I am lulled to sleep by the sound of her breathing.
CHAPTER TWO
Saylor
I slowly wake up to find light streaming in my windows and heat at my back. There is a rock band having a practice in my skull as the memories of the previous night slowly come back to me. Flashes of Chica’s all over Asher, one riding his face and the other riding his cock.
Ugh! Days like these are why I hate this club and all the shit that comes with it. I’m ready to go back to college with my sister and get back to a somewhat normal life. Not having to deal with people trying to kill me and the man I want with every fibre of my being fucking with my heart. It’s easier to deal with my emotions when he isn’t around me twenty-four seven. I can then push that shit to the back of my mind and concentrate on making a life for myself.
My eyes take in the arms covered in tattoos that are wrapped around me. I remember bits and pieces of the altercation with Asher in my room. I was so pissed catching him with those bitches. For several years, I made it known that I wanted him, and he did everything in his power to push me away. So, when I finally had enough and gave up on the idea of us, he has to pull this shit.
Holding me down on the bed and kissing the hell out of me.
Caressing my neck, wanting him to wrap his large hand around it, squeezing it, taking my breath away.
Refusing to finally take the virginity I’ve been saving for him.
Instead, he stripped to his boxers pulling me into his arms until I fell asleep. I was hoping I would wake up alone, but no such luck.
I try to get out of his arms so I can go pee without waking him. I’m in no mood to deal with him while I nurse a hangover. I know better than to drink tequila. The bitch hates me, and I usually end up sharing face time with my toilet. My stomach doesn’t feel too bad; however I haven’t moved yet.
And it seems Asher doesn’t want me to either. His arms tighten around me as he buries his face in my hair.
