Page 73 of Broken Beauty

“No. Have you?” Ash asks.

“No.”

“Good. I hate seeing you with someone else other than me.”

“I hate it when you talk to other girls and I want to rip their heads off but I don't go and do it.” I turn around so that I can look at him. “You need to stop punching people who talk to me.” I say before looking down at his hands. “Why do you always have your hands like this?”

Ash doesn't answer, instead he just stares at me while I'm looking down at his hands. I want to know what he does to make them look like this. It hurts my heart knowing that he hurts himself like this.

He takes his hands out of mine and then he puts one of them on my cheek before leaning in and kissing me.

Ash kisses me and it's almost sweet and soft before it turns demanding, as if he is trying to prove a point. All of his kisses have always been like this. Whenever Ash kisses me, he does it to prove that I'm his and even I can't change that I'm not.

His hand still strokes the tattoo on my side and he bites my lip lightly. “Ash,” I whimper.

He removes his lips from mine and then places them on my neck instead.

His other hand starts to trail down my side and over my thigh. “You're a fucking temptation, Ariella. Always have been. I can never get enough of you.” His hand is close to the spot between my legs and I want to cross them and make sure his hand doesn't leave. “How can someone like you be so perfect for me?”

“Ash, please touch me,” I beg. I want to feel him inside me.

I grip onto his thighs that are surrounding me. “Do you deserve it? I let you come yesterday but didn't even punish you because you liked it?” I don't answer him, I can't. It will make all of this too real. Last night was amazing and I never knew I could like the pain he gives me so much. The rough touches he would give me and the dirty words he spoke into my ear. It all felt so good. “You did. You like being slapped and edged. So, I don't consider that a punishment, Ariella.”

“Ash, please. I'll do anything,” I beg, while trying to grind my hips against his hand.

His other hand trails up my throat and he stops kissing me. He looks down at me and his eyes are filled with darkness.

“Say you're mine.”

I reach up to brush his lips against mine. “I'm yours.” Ash smashes his lips on mine and his fingers are now inside me. His mouth on mine isn't as rough, still demanding and possessive. His fingers inside me are rough and fast. I moan and arch my back into him. “Ash,” I moan into his lips.

“Say it again,” he demands, going faster.

“I'm yours,” I breathe against his lips.

He curls them and massages my clit, his touch burning into my soul. I can't get enough. I grind my hips against his hand and moan against his mouth when a wave of pleasure slams into me. I can feel his erection rubbing against me and how hard he is.

“Fuck, you're so perfect, Madden,” he says against my lips, giving me a harsh kiss before leaning away. “Get out.” He takes his hands off of me, making me feel cold.

I feel like my soul deflates a little and a wave of hurt runs through me. “Why? What's wrong?”

“Get out and you'll see.”

Thirty-Four

Ash

Present

From the moment I met Ariella, I always knew she was going to be a permanent fixture in my life. She is someone that just continued to pop up in my head without me even wanting her to. I didn't like the fact that she was always on my mind, even during the months we weren't talking.

I always knew Ariella was going to be mine but it was a matter of how and when. This issue with my father isn't going away. I know that, I'm not stupid.

My father is going to hang my past with my mother over my head to make me do what he wants but I don't want to anymore.

I need Ariella.

“What are we doing here?” Ariella asks, as I get off the bike.