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PRICE OF SINS

DIYA

M y life has always had only one rule. Control.

Everything had to be precise for me, and there were lines that I never crossed. While Layne often colored outside the lines, and Trina would draw a new picture, I was always the one who painstakingly made sure not a single color was out of place.

But here and now, in this moment, I wasn’t in control. He was. And I trusted him enough to let go.

was liberating.

“Crawl to me,” Asher’s voice was velvet against my naked skin.

Was I doing this? For this man?

I gulped when he started unbuttoning his shirt. I stared at the sword dipping into his stomach, the words inked onto his skin, and my lips parted in need.

He threw the shirt down and cocked his brows, almost playfully. “You look at me like you want to gobble me up.”

“I want to,” I whispered under my breath. I crawled across the cold floor, my need intensifying the pain until I was exactly where I wanted to be. On my hands and knees. In front of him.

He fisted my hair in his palm, pulling my face up until his eyes met mine, hard and commanding.

“Suck my dick like a fucking good girl,” he whispered, his breath hitching when I trailed a finger up his leg.

“I knew it was wrong, but I had dreamed of it, dreamed of you tied to a post, your legs apart, your cock straining against your boxers. And then I’d take you inside my mouth…” I said, relishing the way he moaned.

“You say the most inappropriate things.”

“I do the most inappropriate things as well,” I whispered. “Want to see, Ash?”

“Oh, fuck, yes.”

Softly sliding my tongue up and down along him, I took him between my lips. He jerked with a groan. Slow, soft, I pushed him to the edge of the cliff until his madness echoed in the way he groaned my name, he yanked my hair back.

“Faster, Diya. Faster.”

Gripping his ass in my hands, I did just as he asked. He stiffened as I dug my nails into his flesh before spanking him hard on his ass.

I pulled back, looking up. “I’ll pay you back, but only on my own terms.”

“Just…” he said, fisting his slick cock.

I took him between my lips again, grazing my teeth along the soft skin. His response was a deep, throaty growl.

“Shit, Diya. I-I want to come inside you. I want to…” His breath turned faster until he was moaning. “I fucking want my cum to be the first you swallow.”

I drew lines on his skin with my nails, playing with him for a while.

“I’m coming,” he screamed, his body shuddering with the speed of his thrust.

He growled, and grabbed me by my hair again, forcing me to adjust to his rhythm, and then he pulled away, spilling his cum down my skin.

“You look perfect with my cum on your skin.” He pulled me up, his eyes filled with pride. “Why are you so damn gorgeous? I want to paint you like this… and hang it in the middle of Hollowhaven so everyone can see who you belong to.”

He pressed a kiss to my breasts before plunging two fingers inside me. My legs trembled as he walked me back, fingers still inside me, pushing me down on the couch.

“It’s my turn to crawl to you. Tell me what you want?” He went to his knees.

“I want your tongue inside me, Ash.” He pulled my thighs apart, and leaned closer, rubbing me with his fingers.

He took his time until the pressure became impossible to hold on and then he pulled back, burying his face between my thighs with a long groan. His tongue flicked against my clit, sending delicious tremors along my skin.

My hands went to his rusty brown hair, pulling him closer for more access.

“Now, Diya… tell me now…”

If I had a brain before, it was not in place right now.

“What? Tell you what?” I asked, confused.

“Tell me you’ll never let Vincent touch you.”

“It’s very inappropriate, talking about him from between my thighs.” I groaned. “Is this the time to talk about Vincent?”

“Yes. I’ll let you come if you tell me your body belongs to me.”

“We can talk later.” He was keeping me on the edge of a cliff, refusing to let me fall. If I didn’t give him what he wanted, he’d pull me back from the fall. I needed to jump. I wanted to fall. NOW.

“No, now, Diya. I’m the only one who can touch you like this, kiss that dirty mouth, drink your cum until…” He stopped, flicked his tongue against my clit before looking up, meeting my eyes with a smile.

“Fuck you.”

“Already doing that,” he said, his teeth grazing the inside of my thigh.

My body vibrated in pain and pleasure as I ran for release, but he was so good at stopping me just before I reached the end.

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!