Asher arches a dangerous brow. “Wait?”
“You have to promise me something first.”
“You are not in the position to ask for promises, Ella.”
“You can’t hurt Declan,” I blurt out. “This was my idea, and I made him go through with it.”
“You’re defending my brother while your legs are spread open for me?”
I swallow hard and nod.
“What I do or don’t do to my brother is my business.”
“He’s kind of like a brother to me now, and I promised him I wouldn’t let you hurt him.”
Asher’s eyes narrow almost to slits.
“Please. You can take your anger out on me all you want but leave Declan out of it.”
“He is a big boy; he doesn’t need you defending him.”
“Well, he has it whether he needs it or not.”
“I shouldn’t have to reiterate the fact that I don’t like you talking about my brother while we’re fucking.”
“And I shouldn’t have to reiterate the fact that there’s literally no threat there. As I said, he’s like abrotherto me. And as such, he’s my family, and I’ll protect him. Just like I wanted to protect you. So, just give me your promise that you won’t take your anger out on him, and we can get back to you punish fucking me.”
“I don’t have to promise anything.”
“You do if you want inside me.”
Asher’s eyes flash with challenge, and his fingers trace my entrance. “Who does this pussy belong to, Ella?” He plunges two fingers inside me. “This pussy ismine. It’s mine to fuck, to punish, to eat, toliveinside. You know that as well as I do.”
I whimper at his delicious touch but hold firm. “Promise me.”
“You want my promise, then you make one in return. Promise me you’ll never defy me like this again. You’ll never go behind my back, even if you think you’re protecting me.”
“I . . .”
“Promise me.”
Is that something I can promise?I’m not sure, but I’m sincerely hoping there’s no need for me to do that in the future, so I sigh and give him what he wants.
“Okay, I promise.”
“And I promise not to kill my brother.”
“Or hurt or punish him.”
“That too.”
Without another word, he yanks my legs open and slams inside me. I cry out from both pleasure and pain, relishing in the feel of him inside me. Asher sets a relentless pace, fucking me hard, fast, and without mercy. I gasp as he lifts my shirt up and yanks my bra down and bites down on my breast, sucking hard on my nipple.
“Oh god, Asher,” I moan, already floating on a high. I’m going to feel him between my legs for the next few days, but I can’t be mad about it. Not when it feels this damn good. Not when his punishing kisses and bites light my skin on fire and set my pulse thrumming with heady excitement and lust.
“That’s right, baby. Moan my name. And tell me you’re sorry. Beg for my forgiveness for defying me.”
“I’m sorry,” I gasp. “I’ll never go behind your back again.”
