I nod. “The thing is Asher; I have spent my whole life trying to feel loved. I deserve to not have to try so hard, I deserve to find someone who will think it’s as easy as breathing. Even on my worst days, they can hate me but love me at the same time,”
He growls. “I can be that person for you,”
“I’m not so sure anymore,”
His eyes darken.
“So, you want to go off and find someone who will?” He scoffs and it lights a fire in my chest.
“Exactly,” I lie.
“Not going to happen baby,” The old cocky Asher returns, and I don’t hate it. It feels familiar.
“And why is that?” I cross my arms over my chest as he steps forward, towering over me.
“Because you have had my come dripping out of your pussy. I’m pretty sure by now my DNA is imbedded inside of you where it should be. That makes you mine and I yours. So, whoever you try and put in between us will be removed, forcefully if necessary,” He grins and my core clenches.
I compose myself, tapping my hand to his chest. “Looks like you will have your hands full then handsome. Times up,” I turn and start to walk away as he chuckles.
“Choose wisely little vixen. I wouldn’t want someone of importance to go missing for talking to you,”
I give him the finger over my shoulder and his laugh soothes an ache in me I didn’t know I had.
“Crap,” I whisper. I fucking failed at the first hurdle. What happened to my newfound determination in making him sweat it out.
I shake my head but still can’t help the small smile that stays all the way to the dining hall.
And all through my first lecture.
My phone buzzes.
Shit. I didn’t think about facing Piper. If she knows I am related to Marlowe, will she hate me. My hand taps away on my thigh as I debate messaging back.
I stop my hand by clenching my fist before replying.
I open my thread with Asher.
My heart melts.
I smirk to my phone before I roll my eyes at myself. I am so fucked up in the head.
How did I ever think about letting him go?
What’s a little bondage session between lovers? Like they say, there is a fine line between love and hate.
And that hate sex hits very different, especially when I plan on making the next few weeks hell for him. See if he means what he says and that he thinks I am worth it.
THIRTY SIX
RUELLA
“So, he tied you up and accused you of being the one behind Piper’s kidnapping, Not even staying to help you clean up your own vomit off the floor, and you still have heart eyes for him?” Corden asks bewildered as I paint his toenails. Piper snorts from beside me as she starts to make the margaritas. Before Deena gets here, I am filling in everyone so there are no longer any secrets between us, we need each other more than ever.
“Well, yeah when you put it like that, I sound a little deranged. I barely understand what is going on between us let alone try to explain it to someone else,” I finish his pinkie toe and blow to dry it.
“What is between you, is his massive shlong and a ravenous appetite for a certain short, white-haired psychopath,”
“Eww,” Piper shouts as she throws a pillow at Corden’s head. She misses by a lot. “That’s my brother,”
