Page 58 of Temptation
A battle of wills. Love, pain, hate, anger, they all bounced off the two of us, and I didn’t know which one started where and where it ended. I had no idea that one day, a man my entire soul cried for would be the one that hurt me.
“What do you want from me, Ash?”
“Everything.” He stalked after me, while I kept going backward, until the back of my thighs hit something. I turned around to see a desk behind me. He placed his hands on top of the desk, caging me in, his eyes devouring my soul. “Don’t you get it? If something happens to you, I don’t know what I would do. I wouldn’t be able to keep on going if they took you away from me. Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach.”
“Ash,” I breathed out.
“And then you come marching into school, with your tight jeans and that fucking crop top for every asshole to see that pretty skin.” His fingers skimmed over my bare stomach. “This belongs to me.” He trailed his fingers all the way down to the button of my jeans. “All of this,” he looked up at me, “belongs to me. And I take care of what’s mine.”
“I’m not yours,” I lied. I lied because having him this close to me made everything else fade to black. He was better than drugs, better than alcohol, better than anything else I ever took to forget about the monster living inside of my house. “You made sure that I would never be yours.”
“Liar,” he sneered and bit down on my lower lip. “I already told you, your mind and your heart might hate me now, but your body…” he pressed a kiss to my lower lip where he bit me. “Your body knows me. Your body needs me.”
“No, it doesn’t.” But my voice even sounded weak to my own ears, and he knew it. That grin was proof that he knew.
“You’re such a pretty liar, baby. Such a pretty, pretty liar. Do you lie to yourself at night as well when Dylan touches you here?” He snuck one hand beneath my crop top, beneath my bra, palming my breast. “Does he know how to touch you? Does he know you like pain?”
“Ash,” I moaned when his fingers closed around my nipple.
“Does he know that your pussy weeps when I pinch you like this?” As if to prove a point, he pinched my nipple, blending the pain with the desire. “Does he know that the only jewelry you will ever wear around your neck will be my hands wrapped like this?”
He wrapped his other hand around my throat, testing me, squeezing, until my eyes started rolling to the back of my head.
“There’s my girl,” he purred and leaned down to my neck, letting me go. His teeth clasped down on my skin, and I knew he would leave marks. “You left me for a moment there.”
“Ash… Please,” I begged.
“Shhh.” He soothed the bite mark with his lips, then with his tongue, licking me, tasting me, marking me over and over again, pulling me apart. “Feel it. Feel this between us.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. You can admit that nobody else could ever touch you like this. No one could ever love you like I do. No one but me.”
“Until you leave me again.” I pushed myself to open my eyes and look at him. “Until you decide that being somewhere else is more important than being with me.”
My hands itched to touch him, but they also itched to erase that smug grin from his face.
“Were you jealous, Moonshine? Did you think I was with somebody else?”
“No,” I answered quickly, and he only smiled wider. Okay, maybe I was jealous, thinking that he went to somebody else. We weren’t together anymore, and I knew that what I did with Dylan wasn’t right, but I still felt like Ash belonged to me.
They both belonged to me.
“Yeah, you were. But you have nothing to be jealous about,” he said as he pulled the crop top over my chest, staring down at my bra-covered boobs. “No matter what, I wouldn’t do that to you.”
He unclasped my bra from behind, his warm hands splaying over my back, moving over my ribs, until he reached the cups of the bra and pulled them over. He played me like a violin, and I wouldn’t mind doing whatever he wanted, as long as it was only the two of us, separated from the rest of the world.
Here in this room where desire had all the power, and the high I had didn’t come from drugs, everything felt better. My heart wasn’t cracking from everything going on in my life. My eyes weren’t filled with tears, and the despair and anguish stayed upstairs, among the other students.
His dark head dove, and as his tongue lapped at my nipples, leaving wet trails behind. I pushed my chest into his face, throwing my head backward.
His fingers dug into my ribs, but the pain only heightened what he was doing to me. His teeth came out to play, leaving bite marks all over my chest, down to my stomach, until he reached my pants. I pulled myself up at the same time as he started unbuttoning my pants. Shimmying my hips, I helped him take them down, leaving me half naked in front of him.
I removed my shoes, pushing them away from us, just as he pushed the fabric over my hips. I could feel the wetness between my legs. I would’ve been ashamed, but this was Ash.
My Ash.
He kneeled, his face disappearing between my legs. He grabbed a hold of my thighs, pushing me legs over his shoulders as he buried his face in my soaked panties.
