Page 80 of In Love with the Devil

“Asher?”

“Yes?”

“No one believes me.”

“Believes what?”

“He would’ve been one year old today, but… I lost him. And no one believes me. I have to remind myself that I’m not crazy, that I felt him inside me, that it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks.” For the first time since the conversation turned dark, my eyes meet his, which are studying me more than ever with a somber expression. This time, he's the one that can't hold my gaze. His falls to he keeps turning.

“You were pregnant?"

I nod.

"You wanted to have his baby?” There’s no judgment in his eyes, just confusion.

“The baby, he made me feel alive. For the first time since I was five years old, I was alive. He’d wake me up every day at three a.m., doing cartwheels in my belly. I grew up with my mother asking me if I was whoring around, or if I’d had an abortion, or if I was pregnant. It became this end-all be-all thing not to do. When I heard the heartbeat… I wanted to die. But… he was inside me. He knew only me and I needed him.” My eyes snap to Asher’s face. He looks like he should be at a funeral.

It takes me a while, but I recuperate and mix in a joke. “You helped me by making me climax for the first time with my consent.” He doesn't laugh but a smile pulls at the corner of his lips. Something about the way he does it speeds the eating of my heart.

“Not completely consensual. But you’re welcome.” We chuckle. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can take the room and just talk,” he offers.

“No. I need to forget who I am, Asher. Do you think you can help me? Just this one last time?”

“Yes. Whatever you want. Let’s go, Astoria.”

“Give me one second.” I grab my phone, ignore all of Mindy’s texts and type.

Me to Mindy:I’m fine. I swear I’m fine. I’ll see you tomorrow after work. I have an idea for the wedding.

Then I turn off my phone. “Let’s go.”

Chapter thirty-five

Pretty Girls

Astoria

As soon as he opens the door to our room, I walk, mesmerized, by the ceiling-to-floor window overlooking the snow covered city. It’s getting foggy and the sun is setting. There’s barely any light left.

His arms wrap around me from behind. Only now do I get a grasp of how strong Asher is. I guess the lab coat was good at hiding how muscular he is. I unbutton my skirt and let it fall.Gentle brief kisses are gifted to my nape. The alcohol has me a little dizzy, braver, and more daring. His other hand lowers my panties.

“Fuck. Astoria.” I swallow deep at his growl. "You think you can come for me again?" His fingers separate my pussy lips pulling a loud gasp from me.

What am I doing? My heart rushes and my breathing follows. No one except for the occasional hug and kiss on the cheek from Mindy and Fernando, has touched me in a year, yet here I am… Asher is still dressed, but I can feel his hardened dick through his pants, pressing against my butt cheeks.

"You like that?"

My eyes roll up and I lean the back of my head against his chest, losing myself to the sensation of being touched there again. I need it so much. It pulls a whimper from me. His fingers sweep between my wet pussy lips. I fold and cross my legs, then turn to face him. He cups my cheek to kiss me and guides me in that kiss.Suddenly, I’m not so brave, daring, or demanding. I’m back to being the naive girl I was last year, back to craving being dominated in a real, scary way. “Don’t hurt me.”

“That’s not what you were asking for at my office, sweetheart.”

My eyes full of fear look into his, and I kiss him.

“You’re so pretty.” He kisses my lips, then my cheek.

My clit throbs at him growling the word ‘pretty.’ Maybe it's because Julian used to call me pretty bird. I drop to my knees, unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. He places his palm on my head and fucks my mouth while I play with his balls. As I roll them in my hand, he moans. The sound raises goosebumps on my arms. For a second a thought rushes through my head,Something's not right.

“Fuck. My pretty girl is a good cocksucker.”His words draw my eyes to his and while I continue taking his dick, he caresses my cheek. "Are you okay? We can stop gorgeous."

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