Page 15 of Lessons in Desire

My anger lashes out as Jake’s smug little face flashes in front of me, his desperate act fucking pathetic. I just didn’t think she would fall for it.

The jealousy is raging. I fucking hate the idea that he’s allowed to have when I cannot. That he thinks he can have the woman my body already sees as mine is laughable. Because he cannot.

She’s fucking mine.

I shove open the door.

She spins around and her eyes, like cinnamon and gingerbread, soothe the bite of my anger. She’s taken off her thin sweater and her white shirt sticks to her skin, still soaked through from her run here. I can see the outline of her nipples, the rosy hue peeking through, their tips hard, begging to be touched.

And that’s when I lose all sense of self.

I drown in her, in those cinnamon eyes.

I’m walking forward with steps that are strong and sure, in control.

“Asher, what is it?” Her words are gentle and sweet, and they shudder through me like a ripple through water.

I reach her and slide my hand along her jaw, gripping her neck. Those eyes stare, shining like silver, dilating. A stuttered breath shudders through her, but then it’s gone, swallowed by my bruising kiss.

I groan, her taste as sweet as her scent. She is the wind through the trees, the oxygen I need. She is every decision I have ever made that led me to this, to her.

She was made for me, and I’m done fucking pretending that that isn’t everything.

I walk her forward until her ass hits the desk. She hoists herself up, our kiss never breaking, our worlds still shattering. My tongue sweeps against hers, demanding control, demanding submission. She lets me in, and I fucking devour her. I press my throbbing cock into her core, the heat of her burning through me.

Evelyn, Evelyn, Evelyn. It’s a curse, a plea, a promise.

“Asher.” She moans, breaking the kiss. She grinds herself against my cock.”

I groan, pulling back, not wanting to lose the taste of her lips. With one sweep of my hand, I push every paper on my desk onto the floor. I strip off her clothing, piece by piece until she’s left naked on my desk, gasping as her back hits the cold oak of the desk.

She is beautiful, shining pale against the wood, every dip and curve like a road I need to explore.

She whimpers as I stand tall, taking her in, and with it, my sanity is stripped away leaving only a beast in place. With rough hands, I fist her creamy thighs, my touch bruising, branding, marking. I drag her forward, placing her ass at the edge of the desk.

Undoing my zipper, I pull out my cock and warmth ripples through me when she gasps at the sight of it.

I part her legs wider, staring at her pussy. She is wet and creamy and ready, like flower doused in honey, dripping syrupy sweetness onto my desk. My mouth waters, wanting to taste her, but my need to be inside her is greater.

She whimpers once again, her hips rolling. I place my tip at her entrance, and she moans at the feel of it, of my cock pulsing at her entrance.

“Daddy.” She moans, and my cock jerks at the title. It feels right, to be her saviour, her protector, her fucking daddy.

“Say it again.” I growl, stroking my cock against her, spreading her juices.

“Daddy.” She breathes and I nudge my tip in.

“Daddy.” She moans again, light, and breathy. She’s staring through half-lidded eyes, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen. My heart swells at the sight of her, filling with pride. She is mine. I will not have it any other way. Something primal and possessive threads between us, tied tight like a ribbon.

“Good girl.” I say finally and thrust forward, sinking all the way in, the feeling akin to coming home.

Evelyn cries out, but I clasp the hand over her mouth, muffling it.

Stilling inside her, I peel off my tie and stuff it into her mouth. “When you want to scream, I want you to bite down on that instead. Do you understand?” She nods, her eyes wide, and a muffled moan filters through the makeshift gag. I smile.

I shift my hips and her eyes roll back. I groan, the warmth of her blurring my vision. Taking my thumb, I rub circles on her clit and fell the responding gush of wetness around my cock.

“Tell me what you want.” I demand, wanting to hear that slutty fucking mouth of hers struggle to form words around the gag, around her need.

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