“Ashton, put me down,” I squeal as I fly over his shoulder, his ass right in my face. “Ashton.” I kick my legs, hoping that I can connect with a part of him somehow. “Ow,” I squeal when his palm connects with my bare ass cheeks.
The realization that I’m flashing anyone who might be watching us gives me a new lease of life and I punch his lower back.
“Put me down,” I scream but still he refuses as he eats up the sidewalk, carrying me wherever the fuck he’s taking me.
I breathe a sigh of relief when I feel him cover my ass with the hoodie I was wearing when we arrived. That reprieve doesn’t last long though because his fingers creep up my thigh until he’s palming my ass.
“Get the fuck off me.”
My head is starting to spin so much I’m worried I’m about to puke down his back where the blood is rushing to it so fast.
“Ashton, I swear to Go—shit.” His finger slides through my folds, finding my entrance.
He says no words as he continues forward, his grip on my legs almost painful as he continues to tease me.
“Ash... fuck,” I cry out as he pushes a finger in deeper.
I look up when he pauses and realize that we’re at his apartment building. In seconds we’re inside and then he’s jogging up the stairs as if I’m nothing more than a feather on his shoulder, his finger still inside me.
He kicks open the door to his apartment before slamming it closed once we’re inside.
Releasing me, he places me on my feet and I sway, worried that I’m about to pass out, but I don’t get the chance because his hand finds my throat and he’s right there, in my face, his breath mingling with mine and his eyes warning me about what’s to come.
“What the fuck did I tell you?” he seethes, it’s so quiet I almost miss it.
When I don’t answer, his grip tightens but I don’t panic like I probably should, if anything it just makes me even more aware of him, of his scent, his anger, his presence.
“Answer me,” he demands.
“Y-you t-told me—”
“To stay by me,” he all but growls.
“But—”
“You took a drink from him. You let him touch you.”
“I didn’t—” He sucks in a breath through his teeth. “I didn’t drink it, and I didn’t let him.”
His eyes flit between mine as if he’s fighting some inner turmoil before his fingers twitch once more and his lips crash to mine.
His kiss is bruising, dirty, wet, wicked and I give as good as I get. My anger at him, desire for him colliding headfirst and making me spin out of control. He releases my throat, his hands dropping to my thighs so he can lift me up the door and wrap my legs around his waist.
My bare core aligns with the fly of his jeans and I can’t help but rub myself against him.
“No,” he barks, ripping his lips from mine, his fingers digging into my hips to stop me moving. “You don’t get to just take.”
“Ashton,” I warn.
“Maybe if you’d listened to me, it wouldn’t have been like this.”
“It was always going to be like this.” Disdain drips from my words. “I hate you too much for it to be any other way.”
His eyes are impossibly dark, his jaw popping with frustration and the vein in his neck pulsating. He’s not just angry right now, he’s barely holding himself together. Part of me fucking loves it. That I can make him lose control like this.
My nails scratch at his scalp as he lifts me higher and pins me there with his hips, freeing up his hands. His huge palms skim up my sides until his fingers wrap around the thin straps over my shoulders.
His eyes hold mine as he tugs. The fabric is so flimsy that it rips immediately.
“Ash,” I gasp as the cool air of the apartment surrounds my breasts.
Dropping his head to the crook of my neck, he sucks the sensitive skin below my ear into his mouth until it starts to hurt.
“Ashton,” I moan as the pain causes a flush of heat to wash through me.
He moves, but only slightly before his teeth sink into my skin.
“Oh God.”
He continues down my chest until he’s nipping and sucking over both of my breasts and teasing my nipples with the tip of his nose as he passes them.
My back arches against the door, desperate for more. My fingers twist in his hair as I try to pull him where I need him but he’s too strong and denies me what I crave.
“Bad girls don’t get what they want, little one. You’re at my mercy now and you’re going to learn what happens when you defy me.”
“Shit, Ash, Please.” I have no idea what I’m begging for really, but I know I need it. And need it bad.
I squeal as he pulls me from the door. His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as he walks us toward his bedroom.
I fight for him to put me down but his grip doesn’t falter until he throws me down on his bed. My dress is already around my waist, exposing everything to him but the second I stop bouncing he reaches out and pulls my dress from my body before my shoes hit the floor with a thud.
“Much better.”
He pulls his hoodie over his head, dropping it to the floor beside him before he toes off his boots as his hands go to his waistband.
My mouth waters at the thought of seeing him bare. He’s had full access to my body before, but he’s always kept himself hidden from me, forcing me to use my imagination where certain parts of him are concerned.
His jeans drop from his hips and he kicks them off, his eyes never leaving me.
“I think it’s time to resume what you started yesterday, don’t you?”
Butterflies take flight in my stomach at what he’s suggesting, but despite my nerves, I don’t waste any time in scooting to the edge of the bed. I’m too desperate to bring him to his knees.
I already know from the hard set of his muscles that he’s right on the edge, and I can’t wait to finally push him off.
18
Ashton
Her chest heaves as she sits on the edge of my bed with her huge green eyes staring up at me. The only time I’ve seen them this dark and full of desire was Halloween night. The night that’s been imprinted in my brain ever since.
I wanted more that night, I’m not going to deny that. I was expecting more that night. Hell knows she was up for it, but the second she came down from her high and she passed out, I knew that was the end. I also knew I wouldn’t be able to hang around and look into her eyes the next morning, knowing just how badly I needed her.
That night might have actually been the only night I’ve ever put a girl’s needs and feelings before my own. Fuck knows I don’t usually give a shit after getting what I wanted from her. But Ruby was different. She was always different, and not just because she’s my stepsister.
The first time I looked into her eyes, the feelings that rushed through me almost brought me to my knees. Most of it was hate. I hated her for the life she had, for everything she took from me. But there was more to just that and the revenge I craved.
My entire body flinches when she reaches out and tucks her fingers under the band of my boxers. My cock is already trying to punch its way through the fabric but it gets even harder at the thought of what’s to come.