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"What is this?" I ask, holding up the white fabric.
He smirks, folding his arms. "It'shercoif."
I look at him, genuinely stunned. "You… you actually did it?"
Asher shrugs. "I ate her virgin pussy, just like you suggested."
Throwing the piece of material back at him, I huff. "This doesn't prove anything."
"No?" Asher asks, stepping forward. "Does this?"
He grabs the back of my neck with his hand, ripping me forward. Our lips smash together and I gasp, shock flooding my senses. My body is pressed into his and I can feel every hard line, muscle and contour, but that's the last thing that has my attention.
Asher slips his tongue into my mouth, gently and expertly rubbing mine. A moan slips out uncontrollably from my throat, and it hits me that there's a reason he is doing this.
It's a taste test.
An unmistakable sweetness lingers on his tongue, and along his jaw. The scent is under my nose, confirming the horrible truth.
He did it. He actually fucking did it.
I'm in such a stupor that I can't speak when he pulls back. I don't know what I'm more confused at – the fact he fucked a nun with his mouth, or the fact he just kissed me.
And that against every fibre and nerve in my body, I actually fucking liked it.
No, I craved it.
It was like being in a desert for days, desperately craving water. I'm disgusted at myself, so I do the only reasonable thing. I shove him back.
"What the fuck, Asher? You just kissed me!"
He runs his thumb along his bottom lip while watching me with heated eyes. "Just proving my victory, little sis. Is that enough evidence for you?"
I swallow, looking off to the side to avoid his stare. I don't want him to see how that affected me. I don't want him to see weakness. That's not who I am, and I'll be damned if he gets the better of me.
Nodding, I slip past him to the stairs. "Fair enough, well done."
"Wait," he says, halting me.
I turn to look at him over my shoulder. Slowly, his lips pull into a sinister smile.
"For the record, she screamed 'God' eight times. I hope He was watching. Who doesn't love watching the devil taint an angel?"
Chapter twelve
Ispendthenextfew days holed up in my room. I'm ashamed to say I'm sulking a little bit. I really thought I had Asher, but he continues to surprise me. I'm going to need to up the ante. I've been trying desperately to think of dares that he wouldn't be able to complete but I'm coming up short. I honestly thought a nun would be the limit, but apparently no one is safe from the charm of Asher Taylor.
But what fucked me up the most was the kiss. The soul destroying kiss that he had laid on me, sprinkled with a drop of holy juice.
What the fuck did any of it even mean? Was it really just to show his proof or was there something more?
I don't want to overthink it, because all that will do is send me deep into the depths of insanity.
Old feelings keep threatening to surface, and I do my best to hold onto the anger and hate I have for him. But my body has plans of it's own.
I woke this morning, soaking wet after dreams of Asher railing me on the family dinner table. He had kept whispering "crème de la crème" while licking my clit. His fingers had stroked me, sliding into my wet pussy, fucking me until I came hard. Except when I woke, I discovered it was my own hand that had been fucking myself in my sleep. I could only hope that the moans in my dream had not transitioned to real life.
My stomach rumbled as hunger burned my insides. I had barely eaten, scared of running into Asher. But I needed to eat so I could only hope he was out of the house.
