Page 75 of Crave Me

“And you’ve been running The Jackals for years.”

“That too.”

“I’d still wipe the floor with you, almighty King.”

I stepped forward. “Not a chance, unhinged psychopath.”

His lips quirked.

And then he slammed the door shut and stalked up to me.

“I assume you know what I’m doing?”

“Oh, I’m well aware.”

“How about we take it up a notch then? You’re absorbing my provocations far too well. That’s not going to help you unleash everything eating at you.”

“Asher, this isn’t going to—”

“Let’s talk about Caleb.”

I gritted my teeth. “This is a bad idea.”

A dangerous smirk played on his lips. “Aaron told me about his surveillance of Cal. So I’m aware you are in the possession of… photographic evidence. That means, I don’t need to regale you of tales concerning the night outside the church when I let him shove me up against the wall and fill my ass with those thick fingers of his, yes? Do you know what happened afterward, though? What we did on the altar and then—”

I snagged his arm and spun him around, slamming him up against the wall beside my ensuite, snarling like a fucking animal and pinning him there with my hands to his biceps. “Shut your fucking mouth!”

“That’s right, let it out. More.”

In the next split second, he executed a lightning-fast move that broke my grip on his arms.

He went to shove me back, but I caught his hand in my palm, then shoved my other to his throat, squeezing and pinning him back to the wall.

His striking silver eyes looked like they were actually swirling as he stared up at me all too calmly, like I wasn’t right in his space fury exploding forth and threatening to choke the life out of him right where he stood.

No, wait, it wasn’t calm.

It was a haze of fucking lust.

It wasn’t just him either. I could see it reflected right back at me.

Hell.

That, combined with my need for violence, to unleash all this anguish and pressure that had been eating me alive, and him being right here urging me to do so, helping me in a way nobody else could right now…. understanding that burden more than anybody fucking else… it had something in me shattering to fucking pieces.

All barriers down.

I angled him by my hold on his throat, and then my mouth was crashing down on his.

We clashed violently, tongues and teeth.

And then my hand left his throat and I slid it down his chest, over the hard ridges of his chest and solid abs.

I leaned in and licked at his snake tattoos, trailing warm, wet heat along their path, and he undulated against the wall, wanting more just as much as me.

I grazed his waistband with my teeth, then jerked open his jeans and shoved them down. I choked at the sight of his mammoth cock. Already hard as steel too, just like me.

I looked up at him and he was smirking, knowing well what he had to offer.

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