Page 57 of Ash and Poison

One moment, he looked at me like he wanted to lock me up in a coffin, and then the next, he wanted to fuck me?

“It’s a hard life. Living inside this place, day in and day out, and you… you made it harder when you offered me a taste of you. I want it, more of it. So fucking bad.”

I could only stare.

“And one more thing. When you’re paying off your debt, you’ll only be mine, Little Psycho.”

“That means no to any rendezvous with Sheriff Bricks?” I asked. His eyes darkened and his hand tangled in my hair. I yelped when he tugged me closer. “Handle with fucking care, bastard.”

“Sorry,” he said, sounding not sorry at all. His eyes gleamed in satisfaction as he kissed my throat, trailing a finger down my aching breast. “No. You won’t kiss Vincent Bricks. You won’t go to dinner with him. You won’t fuck him. I’ll be the only one who gets to fuck you.”

“Until you say so?”

“Until I say so.”

“What if…” He stopped me with a kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark as storm clouds.

“If you let Vincent Bricks touch you, I’ll break his hand. You’re mine as long as I want you to be, Diya Sharma. And I’ll be yours. No other man gets to touch you like this…” His right hand went to my breast. He palmed it with a groan. “Like this.” He ran his fingers down until they pressed against my clit. “Taste you like this.” His fingers, slick with my cum, went to his lips. He sucked it in with a long moan, and then shook his head, delirious. “No one.”

“Do you hear yourself?”

He pressed a finger against my lips, still sticky with my cum. “I do. These are the rules, Sharma, take it or leave it. If you leave it… you’ll always be in my debt.”

“You think you hold all the power here? Did you forget the videos I have of you?”

Eyes unwavering, he nodded. “You have the videos, but as long as you’re alive, I know I’m safe. I won’t kill you, and you’ll help me. That part of the transaction was made before this. Now this… this is to make you debt free.”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” I groaned. Of course, I wanted this, but the way he was talking about me, like he wanted to possess me, to own me…

Fuck no.

That was power, and I’d never give any man that.

“I’ll fuck you, I’ll let you fuck me, but it won’t be exclusive,” I said with a straight face. His eyes narrowed, and his lips formed a straight line. He gritted his teeth, pressing me against the wall.

His eyes said it all.

He wouldn’t share.

“No. You’re the one who wanted to pay off what you owed. I won’t share what belongs to me with others. I was never good at sharing.” He shrugged, and his muscles flexed with that movement. The bastard was distracting without the shirt. If I wasn’t so cold, I would have given his shirt back to him.

“I don’t fucking belong to you, Ash,” I snapped and stopped when he sank his teeth into my shoulder.

He was fucking marking me.

“You do. Or you’ll forever be in debt,” he said. “Do you want that?”

“You’re impossible.”

He grinned. “Now that we have agreed to it, let me take you back.”

“What time is it now?” I asked, staring at the skies through the windows.

“Five in the morning.”

“Great, two hours to get ready,” I groaned, suddenly remembering everything that was aching in my body. “All I want is to crawl back into bed and never go out.”

“Take today off.”