Chapter 34
She Wanted a War. I Gave Her One
Asher
She exhales sharply, nostrils flaring as she lifts her chin, while her eyes burn with challenge.
"Oh, so you think whispering in my ear is enough to make me forget how you left me last night?
" The words are edged with defiance, but there’s something else—something unsteady—lurking beneath the surface.
I catch it. The way her breath hitches, the way her hands tremble just slightly before she clenches them into fists at her sides. She wants to fight, but she wants something else even more.
My body responds before my mind does, with heat tightening low in my stomach, and every muscle tensed and ready. Her gaze flickers downward, catching the evidence of just how badly I want her, and she stumbles back a step.
Not a chance. I’ve waited months for this—seeing her raw, hungry, and unguarded. And I won’t let her run from it now.
"Still mad at me, Kitten?" My voice is a whisper of silk and sin, teasing, and daring her to make the next move.
I grab her chin and force her to look at me as I step closer. She flushes and breathes heavily, but she tries to plaster that angry scowl back on her face.
“Let me go,” she says, more breathless than defiant. “Don’t touch me.”
She tries to pull away again, but I’m done pretending. She can fight it all she wants, but we both know how this ends. With her under me, gasping my name.
I grab her thighs, hauling her up so we’re face to face. “Not this time,” I growl, my voice low and deliberate.
Her body freezes for a moment, and my words sink in, before she starts struggling.
She pushes against my chest, tries to kick her legs free as I move us to the couch.
Her protests are a blur of sound I can barely register.
All I can see is her, all I can feel is the heat radiating from her body.
I sit, forcing her to straddle my lap. Her initial struggle causes the most incredible friction, and my cock hardens further with every accidental grind.
Slowly, her movements shift, the fight draining from her as her hips begin a deliberate roll.
“That’s it,” I murmur, threading a hand into her hair and pulling her mouth to mine.
My kiss is hard and claiming, a collision of everything we've been holding back. I should’ve done this sooner.
Should’ve claimed her the second she started looking at me like this.
The moment our lips meet, something inside me snaps—weeks of tension, unspoken words, and lingering glances all crashing into this single breathless second.
She tastes like defiance, like need, and like everything I never let myself have.
She pulls back, panting, and slaps me across the face. My cock twitches.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
She thrashes, but I rip the oversized shirt over her head, and trap her arms in the fabric.
Her breasts are bare, her nipples hard and tempting.
The sight sends a bolt of heat through me, possessive and primal.
I drag my teeth over the sensitive skin of her neck before latching onto one taut peak, savoring her sharp intake of breath as I take her into my mouth.
She sucks in a breath, her body arching into me as a low moan escapes her lips. I release her nipple, blowing on it lightly to watch it pebble further beneath my gaze.
“Look at you,” I rasp, voice thick with possession. “So fucking beautiful like this. Made just for me.”
“You’re an ass,” she counters.
“You love it,” I reply, flipping her onto her back with just enough force to bounce her head against the couch cushions. She’s momentarily distracted, giving me the opening to slide between her legs.