My words quiver at the end when he takes a step closer to me. “Except me.”
“No.Noone.”
We breathe as one when he continues stepping forward until he crowds me against his desk. His cock digs into my dripping core as painfully as the thick glass digs into my backside. He’s either seconds from mauling me or killing me. I really hope it isn’t the latter.
“You don’t need to fight me to get what you need, Zariah. I’m going to utterly annihilate you.” There’s something in his words that has me realizing he isn’t solely referring to my virginity. “I’m going to fuck you, mark you, and make you mine. Right here. Right now.”
My body responds to the arrogance in his tone before my brain can formulate a response. It’s a needy moan that dispels any worries in his eyes that I want him to go easy on me. This is going to hurt no matter what, so why hold back?
“Then what are you waiting for? I thought men like you didn’t need permission.”
Chapter 22
Asher
There she is. The temptress behind the title too sweet for her to pull off. Zariah doesn’t need to use her body to have men bowing at her feet. They’ll bow without anything being put on the table. She has that effect on people. She teases them with her big, innocent eyes and beautiful face, stunning them enough they’ll never anticipate the lion hiding inside her, waiting to strike.
I see the lion. I hear its roar. Doesn’t mean I’ll let it play me, though.
“Deny me again, and see what comes of it. I’ve gone lightly on you tonight.”
The champagne she was chugging down earlier fans my lips when she speaks. “I can handle it. . .”
Her words trail off when my thumb strokes the area in her neck where I gripped her last month. I’m barely touching her, but her pulse goes crazy when I line up my index finger so it sits opposite my thumb. I clutch her throat firmly enough to restrict her airways, but not enough she’ll get the same thrill she did when I spanked her. It’s more a fear-abiding hold than one to stimulate excitement.
When her lips turn a sexy shade of blue, and the flare of her nostrils reveals her struggles to breathe, I try to maintain control, to not get trapped by the excitement that she trusts me enough she doesn’t physically respond to my barbaric hold.
Nothing works. I pushed and pushed and pushed her the past six weeks to stand up for herself, and that’s exactly what she’s doing.
It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Lost in the moment, I release my grip on her throat so I can hoist her backside onto my desk. After prying her knees apart with my hands, I slot into the generous gap between them. Part of her punishment tonight was to suppress her orgasms, but that’s now been placed on the back-burner. I love how quickly she unravels beneath me; it makes me feel like a fucking king, so I’m not giving that up for anything.
“Asher. . .”
She sounds nervous. I guess the removal of my belt would be the cause of that. I’m not going to tan her ass with it as I threatened earlier tonight—although I’d love nothing more than to see her wearing my marks—I’m just using it to give myself the upper hand.
I hate losing—fucking hate it!
Once I have Zariah’s wrists bound in front of her body, I push back on her shoulder. “Lie back. I’m fucking starved.”
Her back has barely graced my desk when I tug off her panties to stuff them into her mouth. I give her a wink, one that reveals I won, before burrowing my head between her thighs.
When her arousal hits my taste buds, an animalistic growl rips from my throat. I’m not the only one shocked by the sudden sensation. My teeth tugging on Zariah’s clit surprise her as well. She stills for the quickest moment before she shatters like glass. The juices of her climax add an ardent flavor to the banquet I can’t get enough of.
She tastes so good.
Sweet.
Innocent.
Mine.
I can’t get enough of her.
Once the shudders roaring through her body ease, I dip a finger inside of her. The slickness of her climax makes it easy, but her tightness can’t be denied. If I had any suspicions she wasn’t a virgin as claimed, I don’t now.
While my tongue flicks her clit on repeat, I add a second finger to my first. I swivel them around, stretching the walls of her vagina. She groans in pain through her gag but continues rocking against my mouth. She’s powering through the pain, knowing the reward will far exceed the pain.
