I wanted him to kiss me because he couldn’t think of anything else. Wanted it more than air and not because he was lonely, horny, and lost.
I would never be someone’s second choice again.
Chapter 5
Ash
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Fuck.
My hand strangled the back of my neck while I paced the small room, trying not to acknowledge my throbbing erection, need rattling through every fiber. The impulse to go back down the hall, barge through the bathroom door, and take what I wanted had me grinding my teeth until my jaw popped.
I squeezed my cock over my pants like I could calm it down, soothe it or something. Get control of myself. Though it seemed this was a losing battle lately.
It was natural for me to get this horny. It was who I was.WhatI was. And it had been a while since I took the edge off. That’s all this was—excess magic needing an outlet.
Except you could’ve had it last night! Instead you walked away from it. What the hell is wrong with you?
Not wanting to answer the question, my gaze flew around the simple chamber, landing on the full bed taking up most of the room. I could hear the squeal of the old metal frame without even sitting on it, knowing how it would squeak and cry with every thrust.
A buzzing started under my skin when I had a flash of Raven under me, groaning, her hands tied to the frame. My hands clasped tighter on my dick, and I drew in heavy, deep breaths.
I couldn’t share this bed with her. No doubt my weakness would win out.
You’ll probably lose her tomorrow anyway. Her family will take her back home. This might be your last night together.The fiend whispered in my ear, chipping at my fragile will. Another part of me was terrified, knowing that if we crossed the line, everything would change.
My goals. My life. My revenge.Me.
The door opened and Raven stepped in, wrapped only in a minuscule, ratty towel, her hair wet, her skin glistening with water, with clothes tucked in her arms.
Any foundation under me dropped away, my body flaring to life. I felt like I was scrambling in the air, not ready to admit that gravity was about to pull me down.
“What are you doing?” I sputtered, my words coming out angry.
“Walking into the room.”
“You can’t just walk around like that!” I gestured to her wet, barely covered body. “Anyone could be lurking around out there!” I could hear the crazy in my voice, the ridiculous argument I was starting.
“We’re in abrothel,” she scoffed. “I’m wearing more than anyone in this building.”
“I don’t care!” I couldn’t seem to stop. Her presence, in only a towel, shrunk the room to a pinpoint.
“What the fuck is your problem?” She tossed the clothes on the bed, fury flashing her eyes a tint of pink. “You know what? I don’t care. I’m sick of you treating me like a child. Haven’t I proved enough to you I can handle myself? ThatI’mthe one people should be afraid of? That you should bow down to me?”
That was the problem. I had been on my knees before her already, and I wanted to drop to them now.
Her eyes flared at me. “You won, okay, Ash? I will call my parents tomorrow and get out of your way. But tonight, I want to live in the moment. Live like I’m not the fucking princess of the Unified Nations. I’mjustme!” She grabbed some clothes, turned with a huff, and dropped her towel.
Lightning struck me, the sight of her naked ass and back electrocuting me inside and out as she drew on some lacy panties Maestro had gotten for her, frying my brain.
Right then, loud moans from the room next door crackled through the walls. We could hear the two men pounding into each other, and their energy cut straight into me, making my mind hazy with lust. My willpower evaporated, and I felt myself falling.
Spending time in brothels was practically home to me, with Kitty being one of the top madams in Hungary. The way I grew up, sounds of sex were like white noise.
But right now, if I didn’t get out, I would do something very stupid. Every fiber in me wanted to taste her curves, feast on her. Cross the line and double-dip a few times in it.
She was not someone you could use like that. Especially if I was putting her on a plane tomorrow, never to see her again.