The heat floods my senses, the warmth cascading over me like a waterfall as I shift my hips slightly and he hits that perfect, delicious spot that makes me scream in blissful pleasure.
My heart pounds wildly and feels like it might escape my chest. “Oh my God!”
He bites my lip as he kisses me, the moan rushing through me as my insides quake.
“Ashton,” I rasp, my voice catching in the back of my throat as I find it nearly impossible to speak.
Words are lost on me as it takes great effort just to breathe.
Each thrust grows more intense as I teeter on the edge of oblivion. Ashton’s breath is on my neck. His face is red, sweat slicks his brow.
He’s unrestrained in a way I’ve never witnessed with him. It’s both savage and dangerous, but it draws me nearer. I can’t stop myself, even if I wanted to. But I don’t want to. I want this with him, right here, right now.
He doesn’t scare me. Ashton has never been cruel, at least not to me.
“Don’t … move,” he barks at me, and his body grows incredibly still.
My insides pulsate as he withdraws, and I’m left on the desk, breathless, heart pounding, and unsatisfied.
“What the fuck, Rinaldi?” I sit up, wondering why he’s backing away from me, like I’m the villain and he’s some fucking hero.
News flash, Ashton: You work for the mafia. You can’t be the good guy.
I want to scream it at him as he backs away. “You deserve better.” He runs a hand through his unkempt hair. He’s breathing hard, gasping for breath, and he bends down, tossing me my clothes, like this is the first time and shit just got awkward.
Except it’s not our first, and this is my room. If anyone is going to leave, it’ll be him.
“What the hell?” I snap at him, push myself off the desk and slip my shirt back on.
“I forgot a condom,” he grunts and turns his back to me.
My eyes shut and I hang my head for a fraction of a second. “It’s fine. I’m on the pill. You’re clean, right?” I’m not ignorant to him having a lot of sexual partners. He’s never mentioned having an STI. He would have told me if he did.
“Of course, I’m clean. I’ve been tested and I haven’t been with anyone since you. Fuck. You should know that, Nova!” He runs a hand through his hair and slips on his boxers.
“What’s going on?” I feel like him pushing me away isn’t so much about the condom as something else. “Ashton?”
“We just … can’t get pregnant,” he whispers, and he looks flustered. I slide my panties and jeans back on as he dresses.
“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill,” I reiterate. “We’re fine. What’s really bothering you?” I reach for him as he buttons his jeans, and he slowly approaches me tentatively.
“I don’t see this working,” Ashton mumbles.
I hear his words, but I don’t want to believe them. “Excuse me?”
“If you’re expecting me to walk away from the mafia, I can’t. That isn’t who I am.” Ashton stares at me, and my heart shatters.
I want you.
I scream the words in my head, but they don’t spill past my lips.
Silence follows, and he glances down, grabs his shirt from the bed and slips it on. “I should go get ready to meet up with the hockey team.”
He’s met by more stillness. I stare at him, both unwilling and unable to look away.
I don’t say anything.
He reaches for the door, his hand on the knob.
