Page 83 of Ash and Poison

His fingers were hard, his mouth was soft. Kind and cruel. It was torture, and I was at the point of no return.

“I-I don’t… please. Let me. I want to…” I begged, my voice hoarse. He chuckled, and my skin burned from pleasure and rage.

“You can’t,” Asher said, hooking his fingers to the inside of my knees, pulling my legs apart. Cold air teased my swollen pussy before he sucked my clit in between his lips before moving away. “Tell me what I want to hear,” he ordered. “And then beg me for more. You’re not strong enough, are you, when my tongue is inside you?”

“What a fucking asshole,” I growled, and was rewarded with a sharp bite on the inside of my thigh.

“Do it, or I’ll leave you here, like this… high and dry, aroused, aching and…”

“You know what?” I grunted, yanking his hair with frustration. “You can go and die.”

“Wrong answer, Little Poison,” he said as he thrust his tongue inside, and I stopped cursing.

“Asher, if you don’t put your tongue inside me now, and let me come, you’ll regret it. I’ll make sure you regret it.”

“No problem. I’m curious to find out what you’d do.” His voice was amused. “Should I leave now?” Another long lick, followed by a soft flick of his tongue against my clit. Pressure built up and…

“Yes, yes, my body’s only yours to use.”

And for my words, he thanked me with his mouth, his fingers; his teeth and his tongue relentless, licking, sucking, nibbling, until I came hard, squirting as I did. When he pulled back, he looked satisfied and full.

“Did you just—oh, fuck…” he ran a finger down the long, wet trail down his lips and chin. “I wouldn’t have missed a drop of it if I knew, my Little Poison. I… Is that the first time you did it? Am I the first one who made you do that?” He looked at me like he wanted to be. “Oh, I must be, because you look just as surprised.” He was fucking smug. I glared at him when he gave me a self-satisfied smile.

“It’s good, but I’ve had better!” I lied.

“What?” He grabbed my throat in his hand, eyes daring me to lie again. “You fucking lie.”

“Did I?” I blinked at him, flashing my most innocent smile. “I don’t know. Maybe you just need more practice. You hadn’t had sex in a while, right? Your game was… well, a bit off.”

“You arrogant little…” He breathed out, his fingers digging into my skin. “Say that again and I’ll show you.”

“Maybe you’ll get better with practice, or maybe that’s all you’ll ever—”

“Why you fucking…” He pushed me to the couch and slammed his lips hard against mine. “I’ll teach you not to be a brat.”

Oh, yes, please, teach me!

21

FATAL ATTRACTION

DIYA

After teaching me not to be a brat for thirty minutes straight with his tongue, fingers, and other parts he so cleverly used, we were both hungry. I made noodles and fried eggs.

It was my comfort dish. When my foster parents went out, Trina would make us fried eggs, and noodles topped with cheese.

“I’ve never smelled anything more delicious,” Asher said as I added some thyme and oregano on top of the cheese. He sat down, dragging the bowl of noodles toward him. “This is delicious.”

“Trina used to cook for us when…” I trailed off, shaking my head.

“When?” he whispered, looking straight into my eyes. “Trust me not to use your weakness against you, Diya.”

I already trusted him more than I should.

For as long as I could remember, there was only room for Trina and Layne in my life. I trusted no one else, I loved no one else. Everyone else I had met in my life… every single one of them was disposable.

But looking into his eyes…