Chapter 14 Rook
ROOK
Iprowled onto the bed, and Asha tracked every inch of my approach like prey too captivated by the predator to flee.
She didn’t hide her appraisal of my body as I moved over her. Her lips parted. “Thank you, God.”
I tilted my head. “Are you religious?” I hadn’t seen her enter a church once since I’d started following her.
Her green eyes met mine. “No. But I’m starting to believe in miracles.”
“We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” The part where I made her come while buried to the hilt inside her.
I found a condom in the nightstand drawer.
“Please tell me you have more than one of those.”
I liked the way she thought. “Don’t you worry about a thing. I’m going to take care of you all night.”
And come morning, I’d shatter her entire world.
An odd pressure squeezed my chest. Holy shite. What was that?
Guilt, you prick. You feel guilty for ruining this girl. As you should.
Impossible. Any emotions I’d once possessed had been beaten into submission when Niall had been murdered.
Strange feelings or not, nothing had changed. I needed Asha to find out who’d had my brother killed. There was no backing out of my plans now.
I positioned myself between her thighs and hitched one leg high over my hip. She looked so perfect beneath me. Red hair a halo, cheeks flushed.
Her fingers dove into my hair. “This is insane. Men like you don’t exist. There’s no way you’re real.”
I rolled on the condom and guided myself to her entrance, dragging the head of my cock through her slickness. I couldn’t stop the groan that slipped from my throat at how wet she was for me. Her hips lifted in invitation, and that was all it took to obliterate the last thread of restraint I had.
“Tell me if this feels real.” I pushed in with one hard stroke.
Asha gasped and clawed at my shoulders as her back arched off the mattress. “Jesus, Rook.”
I growled, holding still for a beat.
She trembled beneath me, and her inner muscles gripped me, like her body wanted to wring every drop from mine.
I pulled out halfway, then slammed back in. Her cry spurred me on.
There was no finesse, no teasing now. I needed to be inside her. Needed to claim every inch of her and brand myself into her tight cunt so she wouldn’t forget me when everything went to hell.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” I bit out, driving into her again and again.
Asha met every thrust with a hungry desperation and swore more praise to a god she apparently thought was responsible for her pleasure. I’d have to correct her if it kept happening.
“Harder, Rook. Don’t stop.”
Fuck yes.
I gave Asha what she asked for. She felt so incredible wrapped around me. Her warm breath against my neck, the delicious scent of her skin. She looked like a woman completely undone, yet she still asked for more.
“Don’t forget this,” I murmured against her lips. “The way you feel right now. How good we fit together. I know this is just for tonight, but I need you to remember this part of us. Okay?”
Because tomorrow, she’d want to kill me, but maybe she’d despise me a little less if she thought I wasn’t all bad.
With no idea of what I truly asked, Asha nodded.
I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t be fucking the woman I’d been stalking for over a year, especially with what I had planned for her.
But Christ almighty, she’d offered herself to me.
How was I supposed to turn her down? A saint would’ve jumped at the opportunity to take her to bed, and I was as far from honorable as you could get.
The only problem? Having this taste of her, knowing how good she felt in my arms and on my cock, would be bittersweet.
I wanted her naked and moaning in my bed for much longer than one night.
I wanted her to continue looking at me like I’d hung the fucking moon.
I wanted her to keep needing me like this, warm and open and mine.
But she was already slipping through my fingers like blood in water. Once Asha knew who I was—what I was—there’d be no coming back. And when she found out my plans, she’d hate me with every fiber of her being.
I didn’t want that, but the path to justice was never clean, and Asha was a necessary casualty.
I drove inside her, forcing her up the bed with every thrust. Asha’s breath hitched, and her body clenched around mine. Her release was all it took. I came hard, buried deep, her name caught in my throat.
For a few seconds, the world went quiet. No blood, no ghosts, no vengeance.
Just her.
And as the rush faded, I knew I’d crossed a line I could never uncross.