Chapter 5
BASH
The door falls open and I jump in surprise, whirling around to find Anya standing on the threshold, her brows lowered over her nose, her jaw set.
There’s fury on her face, and it should not make me hard, but...
Shit, it’s the look of determination, and her tight dress riding up those thick thighs...
My cock twitches to greet her. Her eyes go round and then drop to my member.
Shit. I’m buttnaked.
Anya gasps and steps out of the bathroom. I move fast, going for a towel and draping it around my waist. Anya stumbles out of the bathroom, and I follow her. Fuck, this shouldn’t have happened. What is she going to think of me?
“I’m so sorry,” I start as I exit the bathroom, gripping the towel. “You weren’t supposed to?—”
“No, it’s my fault,” she says, her cheeks a bright pink color. I should not be thinking of her flushed face while I spread her open on my bed, but it’s impossible not to picture that. My cock hardens even further against my hand. “I shouldn’t have barged in. I thought I was somewhere else.”
And she looks everywhere but at me. I should have locked the door. Fuck, now I got her so embarrassed she won’t even look at me.
Anya presses her lips together and I stand there, watching her. I tell myself I should go into the bedroom, get a fresh change of clothes, and get dressed. Avoid her getting any more mortified than this.
“I’ll get dressed. I’m so sorry,” I tell her, moving out of the bathroom and edging closer to my bedroom.
My gaze travels across my living room, the simplicity of it, the absence of decoration.
I don’t spend long at home, working as hard as I can to help my sister.
After her student loans, I convinced her to go through post-grad, something that would make her more attractive to her dream job.
As an older brother and not a brilliant person at all, it makes me proud to know how far my sister can go.
Still, when I look at my place through Anya’s eyes, I can’t deny the shame. She’s used to so much better. God, there’s no way this woman would ever want me after this.
Her fingers grip my arm, and I halt. Whirling around, I meet her bright eyes, fastened on me.
“Bash, it’s not your fault,” she says, her grip on my arm tightening. “I remembered last night, and that Adrian guy, and I thought he had brought me to his place. All I wanted was to confront him.”
Rage soars inside me, bringing a bitter taste to my mouth. I turn my body to face her, reaching out even when I shouldn’t. I cup her cheek, my hand so big next to her. Anya halts, hesitates for a second, then leans into my palm.
“That fucker,” I spit the word, unable to hold the wrath, “will spend the rest of his life in jail. After you blacked out, we caught him and called the cops. I also called my boss. He looked into it, and it seems this was not the first time he did this. My boss will make sure he stays in jail this time.” After he got his ass handed to him.
I don’t tell this to Anya, but the man had lost a couple of teeth after I was done with him.
Anya touches my hand with hers. Her soft skin is so at odds with my rough palm. It’s almost like I shouldn’t be touching someone so precious. She smiles. “Thank you,” she says, then the corners of her mouth turn downward. “I shouldn’t have gone there. You were right.”
“I was worried about the death threats on your father, not about a rapist. You have the right to go anywhere you want whenever you want. It’s him that was wrong.” And he will pay for it. I’ll make sure of it personally.
She stares at me, those blue eyes the color of the sky hypnotizing me. Keeping me glued to the spot. My heart stammers in my chest, and I’m lost in her gaze, leaning forward, unable to stop. Anya licks the corner of her mouth, and at that moment, we are the only people in the world.
Anya parts her lips, half-lidded eyes on me, and I close the space between us.
I kiss her, and she breathes out a tiny sigh.
Her hands come up my arms and she holds on to my shoulders.
I bend, arm around her waist, keeping her balance as she pushes off the tips of her toes.
Her body is on fire against mine, and when I dip my tongue into her mouth, I know. I know I’m obsessed with this woman.
She kisses me back, shy swipes of her tongue against mine.
God, she tastes amazing. The smell of her, even mingled with the scent of cigarette smoke from the club, is intoxicating.
I drink from her lips, sucking on the bottom one until she releases a moan.
The sound of it shoots straight to my cock, and it twitches hard against her stomach.
I should step back. I should give her some space, not dig my hardness against her... Anya moves, circling her hips against me, and her nails dig harder into my shoulders. I can’t stop myself. She sets my blood on fire.
Gripping her hips, I haul her up against my body.
Anya slings her legs around my waist, her dress climbing her ass.
Fuck, she’s so damn perfect. Her curves feel amazing against my body, and I devour her lips as I move her up and down the covered length of my cock.
The whimpers leaving her lips turn into moans, and it would be so fucking easy to just take her.
Just once. Just to get her out of my system.
“Oh, Bash,” she moans, and my name on her tongue is the filthiest thing in history. It also shakes me back to reality. I can’t just fuck her, not like this. Anya deserves to be wooed and taken care of. I want to eat her cunt, make her come twice, and only then will I fuck her pretty pussy.
Shit, the warmth of her cunt around me would drive me mad.
It takes every inch of my will, but I put her down.
Anya breaks the kiss to catch her breath, and I pull back, lowering my hands in front of her so she won’t see the tent my cock created in the towel.
Anya’s lips are swollen and abused, and I adore the sight of her gasping for air, eyes glittering as she gapes up at me.
Then I remember she’s under my responsibility.
That I should keep her safe, make sure no one hurts her.
Instead, I’m kissing her, and daydreaming about burying my cock into her heat.
Fuck, no. This is so fucking wrong. A girl like her could never be with someone like me.
Not someone this much older, someone who can’t give her the same lavish lifestyle she’s used to.
She would regret it if she left her family to be with me. And I’m here to keep her from pain. From any kind of pain.
“I’m sorry, Anya,” I blurt out. “This shouldn’t have happened.”
“It’s alright,” she cuts me in, shaking her head. “I... I actually enjoyed it. A lot.”
Fuck. Don’t say that, sweet girl. “This job is important, Anya. I have to keep you safe, and I can’t let these feelings get in between. Your life could be in danger because of them.”
She twists her mouth in confusion. “What do you mean? You think this would disturb your job?”
I have already spent too long obsessing over her. “Absolutely. And this job is essential.” Yesterday, I was so fucking distracted by gawking at her body from behind that I almost missed that fucker drugging her drink. This can’t happen again. “I can’t risk you.”
She pouts, but it’s only for a second. Her eyes grow sad, and it breaks me to see her like this. Anya looks away, then nods. “Alright,” she says. “Then why did you bring me here?”
To my place? “Because you asked. I took you to the hospital, they patched you up, then released you. You said you didn’t want to go home. There was nowhere else I could take you.”
She nods again, slowly, her mind elsewhere. I’m about to open my mouth and throw caution to the wind when her gaze turns fierce. “Okay. Then I’m ready to go home.” She whirls around and strides to the couch, plopping down on it as she looks at the window. She ignores me completely.
Fear tells me this is the last of it. One kiss and I will never have a taste of her again.