Page 93 of Ruthless Heir

I close my eyes, savoring the little throbbing pulse in my clit as he nibbles on my skin. Then down he goes until he’s licking the skin at my cleavage.

I gasp when he shoves the top of my dress down and my breasts pop out.

He covers my nipple with his mouth and sucks so hard I feel the pull in the tips of my toes. It makes me arch my back to press into his mouth.

He takes me deeper, sucking in more of my sensitive flesh.

I moan out loud and a flicker of a smile slides across his face before he moves to my other breast and sucks.

He sucks from one breast to the other until both nipples are so hard with arousal they feel like shards of glass.

The ache in my pussy increases, making me writhe against him.

Holding my waist with his big, strong hands, he moves down my body and crouches down to bury his face between my thighs through my dress.

I don’t have to wait too long to wonder what he’s going to do next. Asher rolls my dress up my legs, right up to my hips, then he pulls down my panties and spreads my legs wide.

Before I can take my next breath his face is back between my thighs and his tongue is thrusting into my pussy. And holy hell, the impact of his tongue inside me is earth shattering.

I grab on to his shoulders and throw my head back, crying out from the intense pleasure that pulses through me like hot lava.

My blood throbs in my veins, overflowing with a lethal dose of desire and pleasure. It leaves me powerless to do anything besides surrender to the mercy of his dominance as he eats me out, tasting and taking everything from me.

The rising pressure floods my core then explodes into a mind-blowing orgasm that’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

I cry out again, lost in ecstasy as Asher feasts on me, licking, sucking, drinking, lapping until there’s nothing left.

Then he just stays there, breathing hard with me as if we’ve just finished a marathon.

I look down at him, gazing at the top of his ruffled hair. I’m too afraid to move in case I shatter this moment, so all I do is stare.

Feeling the weight of my gaze Asher slowly looks up at me. I don’t know what I expect to see on his face but it’s definitely not guilt.

He presses his forehead to my thigh for a few brief seconds then looks back at me.

“I have to stop now, Harper. I’ve already gone too far.” His voice is heavy with guilt.

“No.”

“Yes.” The firmness in his voice snaps my awareness back into focus and I pull my dress up to cover my breasts.

“Asher—”

“Harper, wecan’t.”

All the words bouncing around in my head freeze and I realize we’re backthereagain. Back to four years ago. This time might have been different but he’s still rejecting me.

“Let’s just stick to the plan. We need to.”

The plan.Be his fake girlfriend.

Not his real one.

“But we?—”

“No.” His sharp tone reminds me that all I am to him is his best friend’slittle sister.

Shit.I’m so stupid. This was another foolish mistake.

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