Page 90 of Preacher Man

"It's not looking good right now, baby."

“So, I have to share all but you don’t? How is that fair?” Her brows bunched in the middle, and he swore she was even cuter. It took everything not to lean forward and kiss the frown, to take her in his arms and fix every problem that put the worried lines on her face.

He had to keep his voice hard.

"Beautiful, I'm just afuck, remember. Someone's cock you want inside you, so why do you want to know about me? It doesn't matter if I have PTSD or why Red Light hates me, it has no standing to the orgasms I give you. Isn't that the rules you set up? No personal connection. I’m wondering why you can’t just tell me who this mystery guy is.”

“He’s not a guy, for god sake. And just so you know you’re pissing me off pushing this. You’re right, we set those rules out, I’m getting the sense you no longer agree with them. If you don’t just say so, no harm no foul, Preacher.”

“Beautiful…” He laughed a rough noise, resting both arms on his thighs, turning his head to look across at her, eyes so chocolatey solemn he wanted to bring her onto his lap and just hold her. “You wouldn’t have dinner with me, you bitched when I fixed your car, you wouldn’t even let me buy you a can of gas, this was all you’d give me, of course, I agree with your edicts. I fucking want you, inside you, all over you until you can’t breathe for screaming my name. That’s what I want. But not if you’re making me some other side bastard. We have sex between us, Ruby, it doesn’t mean It has to be cheap, at least give me the fucking option so I know when I’m spilling my come all over your belly you have some fucker at home waiting for you. I might want you to smell like me, to be stained in me until you only think of my cock.”

She sucked in air.

Yeah, baby. That’s my truth.

He smiled gently and reached out grabbing her hand, stroking her fingertips. He felt them tremor a little, his own groin still thrumming with blood, wanting the release more than anything. She surrendered so quickly, it turned him to a goddamn walking cock every time they’re together. Stopping had been… difficult. He needed her. Wanted her constantly. It was a gut ache, a thirst in the back of his throat. If he wasn’t tasting her orgasms he was hungry.

Why can’t I accept this? Why am I pushing her? Possibly driving her away altogether. It was far from what he craved, the opposite, in fact. If he could prize every secret out of Ruby and tie her to him he’d be a happy asshole.

Tie her to the kinda man he was though? Nah. But he wanted what they had, nothing more nothing less. Now that was threatened by some dickhead he may or may not be murdering soon, that shit was still up in the air.

Even if it meant he pushed too far and she got blood under her nails because the way she was glaring at him right now was murderous.

His cock ached and demanded some fucker take it out of its confines and give it a good stroke.

No such luck. Not when she was mentally backing off from him.

And now he was more than curious. She was guarding this guy with her all.

He didn’t know why his gut hurt. Twisty and bile rose through his digestive tract, burning.

“Fuck it,” he growled in his throat. Cock springing harder, he was on her a second later, pressing her back into the bed, wrenching her legs open, grinding his full palm between, eating at her mouth like he had no plans to do anything else for the rest of his life.

When he let her up for air she gasped, eyes half-masted and glazed.

Every muscle in his body tensed.

It was so fucking electrifying he had to take in a lungful of air. To see her like this,thiswas the true Ruby, not that bullshit she fed him. This wet moaning sweet and goddamn beautiful his teeth ached, clinging Ruby, was the truest version of herself.

And he was going to have her.

She tried to pull her arm away when he grasped the top of it, when he stripped the hoodie from her, dragging her from the bed, the bed was too soft, too personal and it already smelled of their sex. Too strong for her, he easily overpowered, he wasn’t letting her win. Not this. Not fucking this.

Preacher was hanging onto his temper, oh, not that he’d lay a hand on her in any other way that wasn’t pleasure, but she needed to know now he was in charge, he’d fuck her blue and make her scream and she’d know it was him doing it to her, she’d know she’d pissed him off. He tightened his fingers.

There was only four pieces of furniture in the room. The bed, which for right now was out, the chair, maybe later, and the TV table. But he led her over to the chest of draws. Measured against Ruby, they were chest high.

Just perfect.

He was turned on despite the anger.

“Place your hands here. Don’t move them, beautiful.”

She didn’t. Nuzzling her neck, he groaned. He could tell he’d fucked with the simplicity of her orders and wasn’t that just tough shit for his tiny dancer.

She was going to know now.

You didn’t make a man like Asher Priest angry and unsettled in his own damn tight skin.