Page 37 of Wicked Titan

“So go home, Asher.” I move to step around him, but he shifts in front of me, so I retreat back, pressing against the smooth wall as he remains an unrelenting force in front of me.

His hands press against the wall on both sides of my head as he leans forward, his lips near mine. I smell liquor on his breath.

“You’re drunk.” I’m annoyed. He couldn’t be like a normal person and drunk text, or even drunk dial. He had to take it a step further. “Go enjoy your party, Asher.”

Brushing his lips against mine, he trails across my cheek then lower, his breath warm on my neck as his palms smooth up my bare arms. “I can’t. All I can see are his hands on you.”

His palms lightly stroke the tender area where Mason had gripped my arms.

The tender contact is rapidly disarming my irritation towards Asher. I have to latch onto my anger, without it, there’s too much I don’t want to feel for him. It’s the same battle I’ve tried to conquer since the moment he pried his way into my existence, making himself known and not easily forgotten.

“I’m okay.” My voice comes out shaky and breathy as he flattens his hands back against the wall, leaving a void without his gentle touch. That same touch reaches places deep within me in a way no one has in the past. And I’m so exhausted from fighting it, from struggling to not desire him, but I grasp onto the disgust he also summons. No matter how hard I try, his tremendous, unyielding hold won’t release me.

“I’m not.” His glassy eyes meet mine, the faint light reflecting in them. For a moment, there’s a look of remorse in his eyes, but before I get a chance to consider another side of Asher, the veil is lifted once again. “You’re so fucking confining.”

“I’m confining? That’s ironic of you to say since you’re the one who has me trapped against the wall. Again.”

“Every look pushes me deeper, every look since I first laid eyes on you, knowing I’d still make you hate me.”

“Asher.” His name comes out as a moan. Pressing against me, his strong hands drop to my hips, firmly gripping me as the hard bulge in his jeans rubs against the thin layer of my cotton shorts. My fingers grasp his shirt, holding on as I rock against him, failing to resist the sensation he conjures within me from both his exposing declaration and his rock-hard cock.

“Tell me no, and I’ll leave. Or beg, tell me that you want to feel me as much as I want to taste you.” His teeth playfully nip at my neck, fueling desire that effortlessly overcomes my rational thoughts as his tongue feathers along my skin.

Desperately clutching the material of his shirt, I pray to whichever Greek god is in charge of lust to bestow upon me strength and humility, because I’m about to beg Golden Olympus’s wickedest titan to dominate me. Because, oh. I. Want. Him. To. Taste. Me.

Asher’s palm greedily trails up my exposed thigh, stroking over my shorts as his hands grip my ass. Fuck. He’s already conquered me because I don’t just want to feel him … I need to feel him, taste him, experience him, control him. Revoke every shred of his will power as he has mine.

“Say it.” His hands release my backside as he goes to step away, but my fingers maintain a steady grasp on his shirt.

“You’re such an ass.” I squeeze my thighs together, attempting to relieve the sensation. I want to throttle him. He knows—but he wants to hear me beg. Just as he said he would. I’m going to regret this, but I want him. I want to feel his mouth on me. I want to feel something other than pain, if only for a moment until Asher returns to being my personal kryptonite. Clinging to him, I pull him to me. “Please.”

His mouth crashes against mine as soon as the word leaves my lips. Desperately exploring, his hands move under my thin tank top, pulling it over my head as every ounce of uncertainty vanishes.

Yearning for his skin against mine, I slide my fingers under the hem of his shirt before lifting it as he tugs it over his head in one swift movement. His chiseled chest presses against my exposed breasts, as his hands slip into my pajama bottoms, pushing my panties and shorts down. I stand naked and vulnerable, his eyes hungrily take in my exposed body. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” His lips return to mine, hungrily exploring as my hands grip his shoulders, nails biting into the hard muscles.

His mouth breaks away from mine as I gasp, sucking in a breath. He trails his tongue down my neck, teasing my skin, as his hand moves up my thigh. Asher flicks his tongue over my nipple before sucking it in his mouth, stroking my clit with his finger. The sensations are too much and not enough, my back arches away from the wall as I seek closer contact, wanting to feel more of him. A sinister laugh vibrates against my skin as he trails kisses down my stomach. He kneels before me—something you could not have convinced me would happen in this lifetime before tonight—and his hand glides firmly up my thigh before he grips and lifts my leg, resting it on his shoulder. His fingers slide into my pussy, his mouth sucking and teasing my clit.

Clutching his hair, I rock against his mouth. His fingers thrust into me as his other hand grips my ass, pulling me forward as I arch away from the wall. A moan escapes my lips, my body quivering as he brings me to the peak, teasing my sex with his tongue as I shudder in release.

The wall might be the only thing holding me up as I lean against it, feeling like putty in his hand as he stands, his tongue licking up my body before moving to taste my mouth.

My fingers unbutton his jeans as I feel his body tense. It’s his turn to beg, relinquishing control to me. “Tell me, Asher.”

“Be careful what you ask for, Weakling.”

I push his boxers down, taking his hard cock in my hand, and I stroke his length, rubbing my thumb over the tip. His mouth crashes against mine as I taste myself on his lips, fueling my desire to make him beg.

My fingers entwine in his hair, tugging his head back. “Say it.”

He curses under his breath before rasping, “Please.”

A grin spreads across my face as I trail kisses down his chest, licking and exploring his hard planes while my hand continues to stroke his length. My back is against the wall as I get on my knees, so I turn slightly sideway to take him in my mouth. He thrusts forwards, one hand gripping my hair and his other braces on the wall.

I tease the tip, tasting him as I stroke with one hand, smoothing my other up his stomach, feeling the taut muscles stiffening under my touch. I feel in control of him, and it’s utterly satisfying, igniting a boldness in me as I take as much of him in my mouth as I can. Sucking, my tongue glides along his slick, hard cock as Asher’s fingers tighten in my hair and he lets out a throaty groan. He stands rigid, unmoving, but I don’t let up, knowing that he is unraveling at my command. I continue sucking and stroking as he begins to move, abiding by the rhythm I’ve set. His size makes it difficult to keep up as he fills my mouth, but I take every thrust, enjoying this as much as him.

He moves slightly back, pulling away. “I’m gonna come.”

My hand grips his ass cheek, squeezing and pulling him to me, teasing his cock with my tongue. He exhales a low growl as warm liquid fills my mouth. Swallowing as I suck, I draw every drop out as I gaze up at him, an intense look fills his eyes as he stares down at me.