Page 54 of Ashes of Saints

“Parker, you left. You never called. That doesn’t mean you can return and get your IOU seven days later.”

A low growl escapes his lips. “Seven days, one hour, and fifteen minutes.”

That’s...I don’t know whether to add that to my growing proof he’s a psychopath or consider it romantic.

“Where have you been?”

A dark smile appears. “Miss me, little fly?”

“No.”

Yes.

“Did you think about me licking your pussy?” Parker asks, his finger running up and down my arm teasingly.

Yes, damn you.

“Have you ached for my cock?”

“Parker.” I groan and close my eyes. Then he cups my breast, and I push into his touch, fully aware he’s given no explanation for being here and will probably disappear again.

I try to tell myself to make him leave. Except as my eyes open and take in the six-foot-three man towering over me, dressed all in black with his tattoos peeking out from his expensive suit, I’m powerless.

His other hand cups my face harshly, and it’s like the haze in front of his eyes has cleared.

“Aurora, I want to fuck you so hard. Tell me to leave.”

I can’t.

Because I want him. I’ve never felt so much attraction to a man in all my life. My body throbs when he is near. The ache between my legs turns me into the sluttiest version of myself and I’m not sorry.

I want to lie down on the floor and spread my legs, begging him to do whatever he wants.

I feel the cold metal of his ring on my cheek and lean into it, my eyes flickering as desire overtakes me.

“Say it Aurora. Or tell me to take these little shorts off and touch your pussy.”

“Oh god.” I whimper.

My zipper goes down and I feel the fabric fall to the floor and cool air on my ass.

“Good girl,” Parker says, and tugs at my panties until they vanish. “Spread your legs.”

I do as he tells me, panting, my eyes locked on his glowering ones as my mouth parts. Then, his fingers push through my flesh and I let out a cry.

My body trembles as he towers over me, and my back arches. “Take two of my fat fingers. I want to see how much of my cock you can fit.”

Roughly, he pushes them in and I almost scream with pleasure.

“Oh god!” I grab his shoulders, wondering if he’s just going to fuck me here in the kitchen then leave.

I think I want him to.

“You’re soaked.” Parker rasps, fucking me with his digits, every third stroke pulling out to circle my clit.

I’m not going to last long.

I’ve been thinking of little else except the way he made me come with his mouth, so I was primed for him to just show up and take what he wanted.

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