Page 69 of Ash and Poison

She laughed, licking her lips.

This woman, with all her chaos and temptation, was a siren to my already-sinking ship. And when my life implodes, I’d die knowing I had fucked her to every inch of her existence.

Oh, I’d die a happy man.

“See, Pussycat, if you had actually gone through with killing me, you would’ve missed out on all this fun.” She shrugged, eyes smug as fuck, and her lips closed around my erection. It took me everything to not come with that single touch, but then again, I had come when she wasn’t anywhere near my cock that night.

“Diya… Faster.”

“Patience, Pussycat.”

“Fuck patience,” I grunted, and she let out a delighted laugh. “Pay your debt properly, or it is going to take you a very, very long time.” She moved faster. “Ah, Diya… Fuck…”

She jerked away when there was a knock on the door.

Fuck. Not now. Not when my life and my orgasm are hanging by a thread.

She didn’t waste a moment to uncuff me from the chair. I stuttered as she pushed me toward the couch, slamming the drawer closed.

“Pants.” She motioned to me.

I was too stunned to even move.

“Who is it?” Her voice was so calm as if she hadn’t just completely obliterated my ability to form coherent words.

“Doctor Sharma, the sheriff is here to see you,” Nurse Shelly called out from the other side of the door.

Fabulous. Nothing says good timing like the sheriff showing up when your pants were around your knees.

Diya let out a long string of curses as I stood there blinking like a malfunctioning robot.

Vincent fucking Bricks.

I knew he hated me, but this? This was overkill.

“What about my blue balls?” I almost whined when Diya glared at me. Shaking her head, she tugged my boxers up until my cock was pressing against the fabric. She trailed a nail up with a smirk, and I jerked back.

“Five minutes, Nurse Shelly.”

“Okay, doctor.” Nurse Shelly left.

“Epididymal hypertension is not life-threatening, Ash,” she said with a smile.

“Epi-di-dicky what? I feel like my life’s in danger right now, Diya,” I said when she zipped up my pants before combing my hair back with her fingers.

“Stop being dramatic. I have to go meet Vincent,” she said, whirling away from me and staring at the mirror. “Oh, shit. I look like someone was thoroughly fucking my mouth.”

I chuckled, and she threw me a frustrated glare.

“This isn’t funny.”

I shrugged as she splashed water on her face, scrubbing it with a growl, before adjusting her sweater.

She opened a drawer and grabbed a lipstick. She painted her lips pink and studied herself in the mirror.

“Do I look okay?”

“You look sexy as fuck, and that mouth…” I whispered, slumping on the couch, and crossing my legs when Diya opened the door. I stiffened when I heard Vincent’s voice.