Page 73 of Ashes of Saints

“Keep away from me! I am so dumb. So, so dumb.” I hiss, fumbling with my bra.

Like an animal, Parker stalks toward me and rips my bra out of my hand, tossing it across the room. With fire blazing in his eyes, he cups my breasts and then pushes me back against the bed.

My knees crumple as he falls over me.

Then he’s pushing my legs apart, and his mouth slams down on my pussy.

Jesus.

His teeth tug on my clit, and I scream, my core flooding with arousal. Like a starving man, he licks my pussy, sucking at my flesh while I shake with both pleasure and anger.

I can barely remember what we were fighting about, but then images of a club with naked woman all over him fill my mind. I fight my orgasm, but this man is too talented with his mouth.

“No,” I cry, tossing my head.

“Do not run from me,” Parker growls, plunging his fingers inside me.

“I’m not yours.” I grip the covers in my fists.

“Yes.” His fingers fuck me roughly while he looks at me between my legs with those blazing angry eyes. “Yes. You. Are.”

I lose the battle and fall right over the cliff.

PARKER

THERE HAVEN’T BEEN any other women. If you exclude Maya sucking my cock at the club the day I met Aurora. Since then, I’ve been a visitor, not a participant at the club, but I doubt she’ll believe me.

I probably wouldn’t if I were in her shoes.

I don’t like this new feeling. The one I have of losing her.

I’m not keeping her.

I felt like Superman with her on my arm last night but equally would have been happier with a semi-automatic in the other so I could shoot every man who stared at her.

She’s not a fucking filet mignon.

I know they’re thinking about her sweet, tight cunt. Unfortunately for them, I’m the only one who has access to it.

I don’t want to lie to her, but if Aurora learns about Maya, she will be hurt. I can’t let that happen. Not when I’ve squandered a lot of time enjoying her sexually instead of searching her mother’s house for the evidence I seek. Interrogating her subtly for information she might hold.

For this reason alone, I agreed to take her and Chloe to the club.

“Fine,” I’d replied, sliding up her body after she came. “I will take you to the club. Chloe may join us.”

Aurora, still pulsing from her orgasm, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.

Then I plunged my cock inside her.

An hour later, with my dark sunglasses over my eyes, I carried two steaming hot coffees into the elevator of Mary-Anne’s penthouse and glanced down at my fake girlfriend.

Dressed in last night’s little black dress, I smirk knowing her pussy is still bare.

She catches me.

“No.”

“Saying no just makes me want to fuck you more.” I shrug.

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