Heat bloomed in my face as a fat tear spilled down my cheek.
And then another.
And another.
A surge of feral, possessive elitewantflooded my veins.
Absent even the barest hint of remorse for all he’d taken as his own, Asher caught me by the throat in a hand that was somehow rigid and gentle all at once. Pinning me to the tiles, he forced my chin back with his thumb and ensnared me in his inky glare.
“All those years,” he breathed, nostrils flaring white with poorly disguised excitement, “untouched. A priestess of rare and untapped power, unknown to even her own people. A perfect fucking match to all the things I can never freely admit.” He laughed, and then, “This cunt ismine,” he snarled, and nudged my ankles apart. Stepping into the space, he hooked my left leg over his hip, forcing me to balance on one unsteady foot as his fingers found where I was aching and slick once more. “Mine,” he said again, and filled me with two fingers, pushing until my swollen petals met his palm in a horrifying squelch. “Say it. Tell me who owns this pussy.”
Head spinning, tears spilling unchecked down my cheeks, I was helpless before his lust. Drowning without Sasha’s wall to levee the flood, I couldn’t blink. Couldn’t look away from the man who’d taken everything.
But I refused to speak the words that would damn me forever and brand me inside and out ashis.
His thumb found my clit. And with flawless precision, he pressed that swollen bean in a long, slow stroke. Bottom to top. Languid, despite the way the tension was building below my navel. That I was trembling on a leg that could barely support my weight.
Spread.
Vulnerable and pinned. Utterly helpless but to feel exactly what he wanted me to feel.
Straining toward him, my every muscle winding tight enough to burst, I hurtled toward the edge. “Oh, fuck—”
“Ah, ah, ah,” he breathed, and the chains flared to life as he took my orgasm and caught it on the edge of a blade. Holding me suspended over the abyss. “You’re not getting off that easy,” he drawled through a gleaming white grin. A smirk he pressed against my throat, the corner of my jaw, giving me a playful squeeze that threatened to cut off my air, before his lips found the space between my throat and shoulder. “Tell me who’s pussy this is,” he said against my skin. Teeth grazing the very same spot he’d marked when he’d fucked me raw from the back that very first time.
I tried to tell him to fuck off. Tried to snarl and rage, but my teeth chattered, and all I could muster was a helpless little mewl as he let me edge closer, only to pull me right back.
Pressing his cock against my thigh, I felt his grin as wicked amusement flicked through my blood. “Say it,” he said, groaning against my throat, fingers buried so deep inside it was as if I could feel them wiggle behind my bellybutton. “I want to hear my name on your lips, little virgin. I want to hear you admit exactly who’s responsible for making this pussy drip.” Teeth playing at the tendon singing with exquisite tension, he nipped at the space between my shoulder and throat. Kissing the sting, he said, “You can’t outlast me, Mila. I can feel everything. I know how hot you are, how badly you ache for me to stretch you out and fill you up.Only me.”
My head thumped back, and I tried to take a breath that wasn’t obliterated by a choked sob.
“Just say my name,” he rasped, and sent his thumb over my clit in another slow sweep that forced blood to rush out of that sensitive button, only for it to come surging back in a flood of exquisite agony. “Admit what we both already know, and I’ll give you exactly what you need. I’ll fill this cunt to over flowing as you milk me dry of every last drop.”
“Fuuu—”
“This pussy was made to take my come,” he growled, flicking his thumb faster and faster. Tormenting me with the cruel lash of pleasure denied. “I’m going to fuck you so deep, so hard, you won’t be able to walk without my come gushing down your legs with every step. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep you stuffed full. Over and over. So deep, so much. Every day, as often as I can. You’ll take every single drop, until you’re fat with it. Until you can come just by thinking about the next time I breed this tight little cunt…”
My lips moved around a plea, but the only sounds I made were the littlepopat the beginning of the word. A tiny, strangled hiss at the end.
“That’s it,” he growled, “ride my hand, Mila. Feels good, doesn’t it? Feelsright.”
Lips trembling, I let my chin dip in a single, invisible nod. Hips lurching helplessly as I did what he said.
“You’re going to come hard enough to break my fingers,” he cooed, and hooked those digits behind my pelvic bone. “Just say it—”
“You!” I spat, and clung to his forearm with both hands. Nails biting deep when I felt the muscle beneath my fingers ripple, when he squeezed my throat just hard enough to make my vision sparkle. “You did this to me, you insufferable pig! Please—”
He tucked a grin against my collarbone. “Clever word games at a time like this?” he asked, and clicked his tongue. “Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough.” Withdrawing, Asher pulled his fingers free and went to his knees before me. Leaving me teetering on one leg as he shifted my trapped thigh over his shoulder and bullied his way between spread knees.
I staggered. Scrambling for purchase, until my fingers found their place in his hair. “A-Asher, what—what are you doing—”
“Making myself perfectly clear,” he drawled, and didn’t bother to glance up. No, that obsidian glare was fixed directly between my legs. To the spot he spread with both thumbs. “Who, Mila? Who owns this greedy little pussy?”
Teeth flashing, panic bubbled up in my chest. Warring with the tsunami of Caledonian lust running thick and hot through my blood, the two opposing forces clashed and became a blind, petrified thing that wanted to flee only half as much as it wanted to be caught and submitted.
But I tried.
Tried to stop him from doing whatever wicked thing had made his eyes go bottomless with want, but he flicked aside my efforts without bothering to slow, or blink, or even glance away from what lay between my spread thighs.
