Chapter Nine
Asher
Warning bells rings as I storm down the hallways, my steps loud against the stone floors, my face still wet from the water I splashed over it in the bathroom. It didn’t help cool the anger, instead, it has grown teeth, sharp and salivating at the thought of showing that little fucker who Evelyn belongs to.
My cock jerks and pulses as I think of her like that; as mine. Because that’s what this is. I’m done pretending. I’m done acting as if I don’t want her with every inch of my being, that I wouldn’t burn the world to keep her happy and safe. Because I would, I would do it in a second.
Cameron’s warning flashes, but I just do not care.
My anger lashes out as Jake’s smug little face flashes in front of me, his desperate act fucking pathetic. I just didn’t think she would fall for it.
The jealousy is raging. I fucking hate the idea that he’s allowed to have when I cannot. That he thinks he can have the woman my body already sees as mine is laughable. Because he cannot.
She’s fucking mine.
I shove open the door.
She spins around and her eyes, like cinnamon and gingerbread, soothe the bite of my anger. She’s taken off her thin sweater and her white shirt sticks to her skin, still soaked through from her run here. I can see the outline of her nipples, the rosy hue peeking through, their tips hard, begging to be touched.
And that’s when I lose all sense of self.
I drown in her, in those cinnamon eyes.
I’m walking forward with steps that are strong and sure, in control.
“Asher, what is it?” Her words are gentle and sweet, and they shudder through me like a ripple through water.
I reach her and slide my hand along her jaw, gripping her neck. Those eyes stare, shining like silver, dilating. A stuttered breath shudders through her, but then it’s gone, swallowed by my bruising kiss.
I groan, her taste as sweet as her scent. She is the wind through the trees, the oxygen I need. She is every decision I have ever made that led me to this, to her.
She was made for me, and I’m done fucking pretending that that isn’t everything.
I walk her forward until her ass hits the desk. She hoists herself up, our kiss never breaking, our worlds still shattering. My tongue sweeps against hers, demanding control, demanding submission. She lets me in, and I fucking devour her. I press my throbbing cock into her core, the heat of her burning through me.
Evelyn, Evelyn, Evelyn. It’s a curse, a plea, a promise.
“Asher.” She moans, breaking the kiss. She grinds herself against my cock.”
I groan, pulling back, not wanting to lose the taste of her lips. With one sweep of my hand, I push every paper on my desk onto the floor. I strip off her clothing, piece by piece until she’s left naked on my desk, gasping as her back hits the cold oak of the desk.
She is beautiful, shining pale against the wood, every dip and curve like a road I need to explore.
She whimpers as I stand tall, taking her in, and with it, my sanity is stripped away leaving only a beast in place. With rough hands, I fist her creamy thighs, my touch bruising, branding, marking. I drag her forward, placing her ass at the edge of the desk.
Undoing my zipper, I pull out my cock and warmth ripples through me when she gasps at the sight of it.
I part her legs wider, staring at her pussy. She is wet and creamy and ready, like flower doused in honey, dripping syrupy sweetness onto my desk. My mouth waters, wanting to taste her, but my need to be inside her is greater.
She whimpers once again, her hips rolling. I place my tip at her entrance, and she moans at the feel of it, of my cock pulsing at her entrance.
“Daddy.” She moans, and my cock jerks at the title. It feels right, to be her saviour, her protector, her fucking daddy.
“Say it again.” I growl, stroking my cock against her, spreading her juices.
“Daddy.” She breathes and I nudge my tip in.
“Daddy.” She moans again, light, and breathy. She’s staring through half-lidded eyes, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen. My heart swells at the sight of her, filling with pride. She is mine. I will not have it any other way. Something primal and possessive threads between us, tied tight like a ribbon.
“Good girl.” I say finally and thrust forward, sinking all the way in, the feeling akin to coming home.
Evelyn cries out, but I clasp the hand over her mouth, muffling it.
Stilling inside her, I peel off my tie and stuff it into her mouth. “When you want to scream, I want you to bite down on that instead. Do you understand?” She nods, her eyes wide, and a muffled moan filters through the makeshift gag. I smile.
I shift my hips and her eyes roll back. I groan, the warmth of her blurring my vision. Taking my thumb, I rub circles on her clit and fell the responding gush of wetness around my cock.
“Tell me what you want.” I demand, wanting to hear that slutty fucking mouth of hers struggle to form words around the gag, around her need.
She mumbles, the words desperate despite their obscurity.
“Oh darling, do you want to cum for daddy?” I increase the pressure on her clit, those moans like my kryptonite. “Tell me, otherwise I’ll let this desperate little pussy go hungry.”
She cries out behind the gag, rolling her hips up like she’s desperate for more, shaking her head at my words. I hear her mumble the words around the gag, the only syllable slipping through being come.
I grin, increasing my pace. “Fuck, you’re such a desperate little slut.” I’m not going to last with her pussy feeling this fucking good. I increase my pace, slamming her down onto my length, circling her clit in a steady rhythm. I pound into her, harder and harder, her moans like a melody I was born to hear.
She mumbles something and I lean down, sucking her rosy nipples into my mouth.
“Do you want to come? Is that what you said, Evelyn.” I tease, my tongue swirling around her nipple.
She nods, sobbing. I can see her balancing on that edge, made desperate by her impending orgasm.
She whimpers.
And I can’t back anymore, I fucking explode.
I don’t let her come; I make her. She howls around the tie, her pussy pulsing, throbbing, hungry as it falls and that’s when my climax follows. I groan as my cock paints her insides, marking her as mine.
Mine, mine, mine.
Pleasure rips through me, through herm that ribbon between us tying tighter, setting this into solid fucking stone. I exhale, resting on top of her as the world rushes past. Our breaths mingle, heartbeats pounding in one steady rhythm, and I know instinctually that this is it for me. She is it for me.
After minutes of silence, her breath stutters. “Oh my god.” She whispers.
I smile into her neck, but I don’t get a chance to answer, or kiss her, or wipe the sweaty strands of gold from her head because she’s already pushing me away. Frantic, she pushes, and I pull back.
She’s terrified, her eyes wide with terror as her hand comes up to her face, to cup her mouth. “What have we done?” she whispers, her eyes far away. “What have we done!” She says louder, more panicked.
I take her hands in mine, but she pulls them away as if I’ve burned her.
“Evelyn, calm down.” She’s hyperventilating, and my heart hurts to see her panic. “Take deep breaths.” I command and I see her want to rebel, to do the opposite but her body knows me, knows who I am, it feels the threads binding us together. “Good.” I say when she’s breathing normally.
“I need to leave.” She starts dressing in a panic, pulling on her clothes like there’s a fire.
“No.” I say, taking her by the shoulders but she shrugs me off and spins around to face me, holding her hand out to stop me in my tracks.
“I am leaving and this,” she gestures between the two of us, “can never happen again. Ever.”
“It can and it will.” I say, anger sparking now, the fear setting off like a loose wire speckled with water. “You’ve felt this since day one. I know you have. Running away won’t stop how we feel about each other.”
She laughs, but there’s no humour in it. “Feelings? I have no feelings for you.” She spits the words and each one hits me with a burn. “My entire life depends on me getting through the next two years with no distractions. I have it all planned, and you are not part of it.”
Her worlds are cruel, the shape of them sharp, but I steel myself against it. I know that this is the fear talking, the part of Evelyn that balks at help from others, from losing her independence.
I step towards her. “You can try to hurt me, Evelyn, but it won’t work because I know you. I love you, and I refuse to pretend otherwise just because you’re scared.”
Her jaw hangs open, shocked, but a moment later she’s gritting her teeth. “I’m leaving.”
I stand back and let her. I know she needs time; I know that the dust of tonight needs to settle and when it does, when she’s ready for us, I will love her and never let go.