Page 112 of Gravehouse

“Couldn’t help it,” he whispers over my lips. “I’m fucking done, Venom.”

He kisses me again, slower this time, and every lick of his tongue drops me deeper. With a smirk against my mouth, he flips his middle finger toward the corner of the room.

That familiar heat comes roaring back, burning me from the inside, and suddenly this isn’t enough, I need his hands, his weight, him.

His palm slides down the wall and lands on my ass.

“Is this what you wanted?” The words are hot against my pulse before his mouth softens into a feather-light kiss. “To push me until I snapped? Until I threw everything out for you?”

My nails dig into his shoulders. “Maybe I just wanted to see if you’d throw me out too.”

He laughs, the sound rattling through his chest. “I think we established that answer already.” His fingers trail down my back until they find the zipper. “Now let me fucking ruin you.”

Silk whispers over my skin before the dress pools at my feet.

Asher has never once made me feel undesirable. Which, historically, hasn’t done him any favors, since any time I want to piss him off, win an argument, or make a point, I just get naked or stare into his eyes until one of us breaks. But right now, this feels different.

You wanted this. You wanted him feral.

With every deep inhale, he drinks me, and I feel every heavy second of it.

“You wore no fucking underwear.” His lip curls, eyes going dark. “To a club,” he finishes, closing the gap.

My back hits the wall when I try to step away.

“Where you let another man touch you?” The muscles along both sides of his jaw flex.

“I...”

He cups the back of my neck and forces me onto my toes, dragging his lips over my collarbone. His teeth snap at my skin and I whimper before I can catch it.

Asher’s hand slides between my thighs and burns every other thought to nothing.

“Tell me about those guys you danced with.” His grip tightens. “Did they touch you like this?”

Knuckles skim my ribs, tracing every bone on purpose.

I arch into him. “N-no.”

Asher goes still. I swear to God, if he’s done all this just to pull away, this is the last time I embarrass myself.

A patient smirk presses to my skin. He’s enjoying this. Dragging it out, savoring how easy I come apart under him.

“No?” he murmurs, voice rough. “Then show me how they touched you, Venom.”

I guide his hand to my waist, copying the hold the stranger had on me.

“That all?” His smirk practically splits his face in half. “So fucking innocent.”

I glare at him. “Like they’d be able to touch me any other way.”

He pins my wrists to the wall above my head and slowly rolls his hips into me. His length drags against my clit through too much fabric and I bite the inside of my cheek, killing the sound before it escapes.

“Careful, Venom.” Asher presses into me again, slower. “Don’t wanna wake Atlas and be the reason I kill him when he sees you naked.”

Defeated, I drop my forehead against his chest. “Fuck you.”

It’s the alcohol. It has to be the alcohol.