Page 52 of Burn With Me

He breathed out, and I would have sworn he growled as our lips met ferociously. He was like a tidal wave crashing onto the shore, and I was the shore beckoning him. I yelped as he bit my bottom lip, the sharp sting of pain amping up the twin pillars of fiery passion and fear inside of me. Breaking the kiss, he traced his tongue up the side of my neck to my ear.

“Let me guess. No one has ever been able to satisfy you with their placid fucking.”

“That’s none of your business,” I said as he pulled us away from the wall.

Although it was true, I wasn’t going to admit that to him.

“Oh, but it is very much my business. You’re a lioness that has been choosing antelope to feed on—they kept you sustained but unsatisfied, is my guess.”

I gasped as he yanked on my hair, bowing me away from his body.

“I’m no antelope, Vi. I’m a lion, and you’ve just wandered into my den.”

A whimper left my lips, my body shivering in his hold at his words. He was right. I’d always been dominant in everything I did, including sex, but I hadn’t wanted to be. I’d wanted to lose control, just for a little while, and hand those reins over to someone else. It was tiring, and I’d been doing it for so long that I was exhausted.

“Have you ever had a real orgasm? One that makes you scream?” He released my hair so I could look him in the eye, but I quickly looked away with embarrassment. I’d only ever climaxed when I masturbated, but never with a partner. For whatever reason, that information seemed mortifying, like something was wrong with me. Like I somehow sucked at sex. It made me feel like I failed at something that seemed so basic.

“Look at me.” His quiet command caught me off guard, and my eyes met his again. I couldn’t look away from that authoritative stare. “Don’t ever feel embarrassed for your past lovers’ failures. They weren’t right for you.”

“And you are?”

“I am.”

He began to walk, holding me close to him. I squealed as he gave my body a playful push and I fell backward off of him. I braced for the impact of the floor but bounced as I landed on his soft bed. Laughing, I looked around. The greys and oceanic blues of his room were fitting for the man standing at the foot of the bed.

Asher pulled the white T-shirt he was wearing off over his head and tossed it to the side. My eyes followed every dip and plain of his fit body.

“Take your dress off.”

“And if I don’t,” I asked, feeling particularly cheeky.

“Then I’m going to fuck you in it and come all over it for disobeying me. That’s what naughty girls get.” He pulled the string on his swim trunks, the tip of his cock poking out of the top of the waistband. I swallowed the scratchiness that was suddenly in my throat. “Get undressed, Vi. Now, or else.”

I managed to roll off the bed and stand, feeling a whole lot of wobbly on my unsteady legs. I didn’t dare look at him, or I wouldn’t be able to get the dress off at all. He was doing something to my brain. No, he was doing something to my entire body.

If I were a cat, I would have hissed at his annoying face and then licked his body just because I could. I felt like pushing him, seeing what he’d do. I’d never had this urge to be so devilish, but the look in his eyes made me want to run down the hall and have him chase me, just to see if he would. Would he put me over his lap once he got me? Would he spank me for being naughty? A shiver ran up my spine at the thought.

Looking over my shoulder, I was treated to plains of muscle and a tan that didn’t stop at the short line. That was just not fair. Of course, I instantly wanted to use my tongue to draw wet lines over all that golden skin. My fingers fumbled with the zipper at the back. Beck had helped me get into this thing, but I really should’ve thought more about how in the hell I’d planned on getting out of it. Once it was loose enough, I managed to wiggle back and forth as I tried to get the snugly formed corset top of the dress over my head.

“Stop.” Asher’s hands touched my waist, and I jerked like I’d been electrocuted from the surge of pleasure that one simple touch caused. “Let me help. I didn’t realize it was going to be so difficult to take off.”

I couldn’t see him but knew exactly the look he’d been giving me, which annoyed me. I couldn’t explain the instant anger, but it bubbled up, and I snipped back.

“Oh, shut up, Asher. Not all of us can be so perfect as—” The final words didn’t make it out of my mouth before his hand landed with a hard crack on my ass. “Ah!”

I would’ve smacked him back if my arms hadn’t been trapped inside the dress. I didn’t want to acknowledge that the sting was like a blow torch to my libido. “Asshole.”

Smack.

His hand landed harder this time, and I jumped forward while he gripped the dress over my head. He effectively kept me trapped.

“Watch your tone, little Firebug, or you will get another one,” he said, his tone soft in comparison to the sharp bite of his hand.

I managed to wriggle the rest of the way out. Yanking the dress from his hold, I held it to my chest and stared at him and his sly smile. The look alone gave me pause, but the fact he was naked with his hands on his hips, had me transfixed. I licked my lips as I studied all that perfection, forgetting why I was angry in the first place.

“Come on, Firebug. Come and teach me a lesson,” he teased, his eyes glinting with the arrogance that got me so hot.

A flicker sparked in me once more.