Page 116 of Ash and Poison

She smiled at me. “Okay.”

I knew she crossed her fingers behind her back. I frowned, shaking my head and she flashed me an impudent smile.

Trina laughed.

“Just let her, Dee. I don’t know why you want to protect him.”

“Not you too, Trina.”

After another twenty minutes of talking with Trina, Layne went to bed. I sat in front of the laptop searching Mercury Sulfate for a few minutes before I stood up and stretched.

Now that I knew Declan was back in NY…

I smiled as I pulled on my lacy underwear, the one Asher once used to do his dirty business.

I put on a black leather dress that clung to my curves. The leather ropes all over the bodice tightened down my body like a lover’s possessive hold.

I licked my lips when I heard the low knock.

Painting my lips a dark red, I opened the door for Asher, wild butterflies in my stomach.

“Hey, Diya… I—” His lips parted when he noticed my dress, and his breath caught. “Oh,” he sighed, his eyes sliding down my body, darkening. “Fuck. Oh, you…”

“Hey, Pussycat, wanna eat me?” I leaned closer, whispering in his ear.

“Uh…”

“Asher? Asher? Are you breathing?” I tilted my head, watching him with a grin. “I got you something.”

“You bought me a ghostface mask?” He sounded incredulous, still sounding breathless.

“Yes.”

He licked his lips, his gaze traveling down my body as he pulled the mask on. My breath hitched when he cupped my throat. “I’d dreamed of chasing you through the woods… you were wet and wild, running away, but begging for me. I caught you and fucked you until your throat was raw from screaming my name, until you couldn’t breathe properly.” His voice was a low growl against my skin, and it was my turn to gasp.

His eyes smoldered as he tugged a leather strap on my shoulder before letting it go. It met my skin with a snap.

“Asher Maddox, you’re all words and no bite.”

His eyes flashed. “Careful,” he warned, his voice dropping, his breath teasing against my lips, his fingers running down my spine.

“What will you do?”

“I’ll chase you and punish you when I catch you.”

I bit my lip, leaning forward until my lips moved over his.

I pulled away with a laugh. “If you catch me, Pussycat, you can fuck me to hell.”

“Oh, I intend to,” he murmured, a promise and a threat.

Cold wind slapped against my skin as I ran, his laughter following me.

“Run, Little Poison, but you won’t go far,” he said, his voice so soft, so close, caressing my skin in a goading song. “You know I’ll catch you.”

I knew I’d gladly forfeit this game to have him.

Fuck, Layne was right.