Page 26 of Ash and Poison

My legs wanted to give out as I took a step back from him. He stopped me by wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. His fingers dug into my hips, making me moan.

“Suddenly feeling bashful, Sharma? You weren’t so shy last night. You force-fed me your cum…” He licked his lips, his eyes never leaving mine. “And then ordered me to lick your pussy.” He smacked his lips, as if he could still taste me on his tongue, eyes turning dark.

“Di-did you?” I stuttered. The ache in my pussy grew until my whole body sang for this bastard.

He chuckled, gleaming eyes staring at me with amusement. “Did I what?” He smiled, his fingers going down my hips, down the side of my thighs.

“You know what,” I said, disdain and desire warring against each other.

“Oh, how desperate!” He grinned. “I wanted to. If I wasn’t a gentleman, I would have. I’d have pushed my tongue in your pussy and made you scream my name until your throat went sore.” His smile turned indulgent. “Not that you needed me to do any of that. You’re so fucking good at screaming my name without any help from me, Sharma.”

“You? A gentleman? You came to kill me,” I retorted, trying so hard not to think about his tongue inside me. Not now.

“Well, I didn’t, did I?” he said with a deep sniff, his nose against my throat. “Are you wet now, Sharma? Are you thinking about my face between your thighs, tongue buried deep in your pussy?” His voice was derisive as he licked the underside of my ear, sending my pulse into overdrive.

My breath came out in a shattered gasp as I pushed him away. Slowly, I took a step back and another, putting some distance between us to calm my overworking heart.

“Get the fuck out.”

“Oh, but I still have…” He took a quick look at the clock. “Another twenty minutes before my session is over, Doctor Sharma. You usually have so much to say even when I don’t talk back. We’ll talk today… About how wrong it is to want to fuck your patient, even if he’s as sexy as me.”

“You just told me you aren’t my patient,” I said, clenching my palms tighter, resisting the urge to lunge at him and strangle him.

“Well, but you didn’t know I was faking it,” he said, sitting down on my chair. “Sit.”

I didn’t want to, but my legs couldn’t take it anymore.

That cocky smile made me want to claw his eyes out. Or… or to take him up on the offer and sit on his sexy-as-fuck face.

I glared at him, crossing my legs.

“Was that your first dream?” he asked after a minute of silence. “You looked like you do that all the time.”

Of course, it wasn’t the first dream, and it wasn’t the worst one either.

“You have had your fun, Maddox. I want you to leave now.”

“So prim and proper. You weren’t when you were thrashing and begging and screaming for me. No, you looked wild, deranged. Your fingers were on your clit, rubbing, slick and wet, and then you gave me your finger to taste you,” he said, eyes sneering.

He was enjoying this little power play. I was the rat under his nasty claws, and he wasn’t going to let go, not until he got what he wanted.

Standing up, he came around until he was closer. Leaning against the mahogany desk, he lazily ran a finger down the bulge in his pants. He was so fucking hard already.

I licked my lips.

“Last night, I came… just from looking at you,” he admitted, eyes burning into mine. “It was so embarrassing, you know, to come from just looking at a woman. I had never done that in my life. No one had ever made me lose control, not like that. I couldn’t sleep after that. I couldn’t stop thinking of you. I touched myself, wondering how it would feel if it were your fingers around my cock,” he said with a long groan.

My mouth watered as he ran a finger along the hard length of his cock. He groaned. “What if this was your hand?” He cupped his erection, eyes half closed, and moaned.

My fingers itched. My body was overheated, my breath came out like desert air.

The word yes was at the tip of my tongue. I clenched my thighs, keeping the pressure in.

“But that’s against the rules,” he said.

“And you’re so stringent in following rules…” I scoffed. “That must be why you killed Doctor T.”

“Well, I try to follow rules whenever possible.” He cocked his head. “About Vince—”