Snatching Zariah’s wrist, I drag it to the smell eradicating any thoughts but hunger from my head. “Feel how wet you are. I’ve barely touched you, yet you’re dripping.”
I guide her fingers down the material clinging to her pussy before raising them back to her clit. She’s wearing panties, but she may as well not be. The heat radiating from her cunt is intense, as furious as the fire roaring in my gut.
“Have you ever touched yourself like this, Zariah?”
Her thumb rolls over her clit two times before she briefly nods. An ordinary man could mistake her inflamed cheeks as embarrassment, but I know that isn’t the case. She’s heating up—everywhere.
“Did you come?”
Her teeth graze her bottom lip before her head bob turns into a shake.
With a groan, I scoot closer to her. I shouldn’t relish that she’s never brought herself to climax, but I do. That can only mean one thing. The time I brought her to climax on my bedroom door was the only time she has climaxed.
I like that too.
Her moans curl around my cock, squeezing and caressing it when I shred her panties off her body. Her cunt is as beautiful as her face, but it’s not nearly as innocent as it seems. The wetness glistening on her folds and the throb of her clit aren’t sights you’d expect to see from an untouched cunt.
Using her thumb and index finger, I pinch her clit, knowing it will bring her closer to the edge. It will have her mind so preoccupied, nothing but the wishes of her body will be on her mind.
“Do you want to come now, Zariah?”
I don’t know why I keep saying her name. It is as if I’m reminding myself that she is lying before me just as much as I’m reminding her it is me kneeling between her legs.
“Yes.” A sprinkling of dark hair falls into her eyes when she briskly nods. “Please, Asher.”
My groan nearly sets her off. Not once the past six weeks has she said my name like that, so needy and hot.
When I position my head closer to her seductive scent, she bucks up her hips. She’s as desperate for me to touch her as I am to taste her for the first time. My thirst is as dire as it was when we were kids and Wyatt dared me to kiss her a mere nanosecond before he switched my target to Melanie. He changed my target when he saw the eagerness on my face. He knew he had played into my hand when I suggested we play truth or dare. I didn’t want to kiss Melanie, but even at the tender age of ten, I didn’t know the words back down.
Even though Zariah’s clit has the same bluish tinge her lips got when I squeezed the air from her lungs, I tighten her pinch. She’ll get more pleasure this way.
Satisfied she has things under control, I connect my eyes with her heavy-hooded gaze. “When I tell you to, release your clit from your hold; do you understand?”
She nods eagerly.
“Not until I say, Zariah. Not a second before or a second after. You do it when I tell you to—no hesitation. If you hesitate, I’ll fuck your ass before claiming your cunt.”
The excited wobble of her thighs is heard in her words when she responds, “I understand.”
With my veins blazing with possession, I slice my tongue through the only thing capable of raising me from the ashes I’ve been buried in the past decade. I drag my tongue up her delicious cunt before groggily commanding for her to release her clit. She follows my demand straightaway, freeing her clit for my more-than-eager lips.
I tug on the pulsating nub with my teeth before sucking it into my mouth. Seeking further pressure, Zariah’s back arches off the mattress. My flicking tongue stimulates a stiffening, heightened response from her body. Her thighs clamp around my head as hers falls back with a groan. I hear my name in a mangled moan before her juices drip on my chin.
While she shatters within seconds of me touching her, I struggle to keep a grip on my sanity. I love how quickly I can make her come. It makes me feel invincible, like I can have both her and my revenge.
If only that were true.
As I eat her like a man starved of taste, a primitive, crude cloud engulfs me. I pin her thrusting hips to the bed before trailing my tongue up her cunt on repeat. I circle it around her clit and prod it inside of her as if it is my cock. I consume her without remorse until she explodes for the second time.
As Zariah screams through the ferocity of her climax, she tears at my head, struggling to maintain a control she’ll never have again. Our exchange changes everything. It makes her mine. I’ll get both my revenge and my childhood wish. How? I’m Asher Yury, the most feared man in Russia. I can have anything I want.
After a final lick of her drenched slit, I raise my head. While one hand clears away the wetness from my face, the other tugs at my belt. “Tell me you want this.”
Zariah is barely coherent compliments of the lust haze circling her, but clarity breaks through the fog a mere second so she can nod.
“Say it. Tell me you want this. I don’t take anything unwillingly, but I’m this close, Zariah. This fucking close.” I pry my thumb and index finger a few millimeters apart. I’m flying over the edge, soaring to a place where I’m neither a man or a monster.
I’m just me.
