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“Get these off,” he orders gruffly, pulling at my leggings with his free hand. “I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you, you won’t know where I stop and you begin, Kenzie.” His words are a threat and a promise. We may have only fucked once before but in the bedroom, Asher is the king, just as his name suggests. I hurry to remove my leggings, and all the while he continues to stroke himself, watching me with rapt attention. It’s so damn hot.
As soon as I have one leg free, my sneaker dropping to the floor with a thud, he’s between my legs. Snatching my free leg at the ankle, he holds it in the air as he slides his dick up and down my slit. Every pass over my clit sends a jolt throughout my body that has my thighs tensing. A rumble of laughter falls free from Asher as he can feel me pull against his hold.
“I hope you’re ready, Kenz, ‘cause I have six years to make up for.” He edges inside me slowly and its pure torture. The restraint on his face and through his body is clear. Just past the crown he stops, and I feel myself clench around him, trying to draw him in further. “I’m going to wipe away the memory of every man that has ever laid a hand on you, touched what is mine,” he grits out, then he slams home, bottoming out with a grunt.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry, and he pulls back, repeating the action. Each thrust harder and deeper than the last.
Asher grips my other ankle, my leggings and panties draping over his arm, which frustrates him and has him tearing them from me before tossing them to the ground, then he splays my legs wide, deepening the angle, causing my back to arch and incoherent words to fall from my lips as pleasure ripples through me.
My orgasm builds low in my belly, each thrust pushing me closer and accompanied with a low mewl.
“Shit!” Asher says, voice gruff with exertion and pleasure.
Suddenly, there’s a loud snapping noise from outside, and our eyes lock onto each other, knowing that it means there’s someone else here, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he speeds up, ramming into me with unrestrained force. The idea someone is close by, that we could get caught brings a thrill all of its own and has me racing toward the peak. As I crash over the edge, he releases one leg and slaps his hand over my mouth, muffling my cries of ecstasy. My walls contract around him, and I feel him judder as he reaches his own release, spilling inside me.
“Fuck me,” he says, unable to stop the gravelly curse falling from his mouth.
There’s another cracking sound as whoever is out there seems to pace only to stop for a second as though listening for something. We hold our breaths waiting for them to continue their pacing, when they finally do, Asher removes his hand from my mouth and holds it out to me. I take it and sit up, bringing us nose to nose.
Trailing a hand into the hair at the nape of my neck, he grasps a handful and tugs on it, yanking my head back, then he drops a kiss to my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip.
“You’re mine, Kenzie. This pussy, all of you. Do you understand,” he whispers.
My eyes burn into his, telling him my answer when my mouth stubbornly refuses to accept the truth. He gives a little thrust of his hips, cock jerking back to life inside me, and I bite my lip, holding any sound in.
“You don’t have to say it, your body and your eyes tell me everything I need to know.” He kisses me again, and this time I open for him, our tongues dueling without words. I can feel him getting hard again but before we get too caught up, voices outside stop us.
“What the hell are you doing here?” a female voice demands, sounding agitated.
“When is your father due back in town,” a man asks, dismissing her question completely.
My eyes snap to Asher. “It’s Owen,” I whisper. He nods, brow creasing and eyes narrowing as he steps back, tucking himself away. Asher lifts me down, and I quickly and quietly get dressed, listening to Owen and the woman talking unaware that we are here.
“We just got back into town yesterday. What’s going on, Owen?”
“Just a small complication that’s all,” he replies, and there’s the sound of footsteps before he speaks again. “Come here. I’ve missed you.”
I move closer to the window where one of the small panes is broken. Asher tries to stop me, but I brush off his hand. When I peer through the gap, I can see Owen and a blond-haired woman kissing. Something rises inside me. Not jealousy. There’s not even one iota of that emotion over this man who I’ve spent the last two and a bit years with, but something much closer to a murderous rage.
Asher steps up behind me and grips my hips, fingers digging into my flesh. I sense his own anger, but he doesn’t say anything.
Their kiss turns a little heated for a moment before Owen breaks it. He takes her hand and as they begin talking, he leads her off toward the old mill out of earshot.
Asher spins me around in his arms, but before he can say anything, I say, “I need to go. I have a meeting and need to shower first.” I slip out of his arms and make for the door. I don’t get far.
Fingers wrap around my upper arm, spinning me back round. “I meant every fucking word just now, Kenz. You’re mine.”
I sigh. “Now, really—”
“Don’t you dare tell me now isn’t a good time, Kenzie, because that’s bullshit,” he snaps.
Pulling free of his hold, which just pisses him off even more, I say, “There’s stuff you—” the ringing of his cell stops me.
“Damn it. I need to take this. Do not fucking move, Kennedy!” he says, pointing a finger at me, threat clear in his eyes.
He answers the call, watching me as he listens to whoever is on the other end. Whatever they say clearly agitates him and he turns away, keeping his voice low as he replies. The moment he turns his back, I’m out the door.
ChapterSixteen
