Page 32 of The Blue Rose
She looks at me with red rimmed eyes.Fuck, shes been crying.“Yeah… I’m sorry, too.”
The car door shuts with a dull thud that seems to reverberate through my entire being. I watched her enter the house and shut the door without looking back. Causing me to second guess everything again tonight.
TWELVE
ASTER
Slamming my fists down on my steering wheel, I rub my hands down my face. “Fuck it.” I get out of the car and bang on her door, my fist unrelenting against the weathered wood. She opens the only barrier between us, just a crack door, tears spilling down her cheeks. Before she can say anything, I slam open the door and crash my mouth against hers, pushing her inside and kicking the door shut behind me.
She struggles out of my grip and punches my chest with glancing blows. “No. You don’t get to come in here and kiss me like that after rejecting me. You lost your chance.”
I growl frustrated, “I changed my mind.”
She punches me again, harder this time. “You don’t get to just change your mind!” She screams, crying harder and banging on my chest. “I’ve been rejected so many times, but being rejected by you, Aster, after what we already have done? Really fucking hurt.”
I grab her hands and make her look at me. “I know, I’m sorry, but look I can’t take you to my house, not yet; I’m not ready.” My hands tighten around hers, as the confession I didn’t mean to speak leaves my lips.
She freezes, looking at me confused. “Not ready for what?”
I sigh, “For telling you the reason why I call you little lamb.”
This has never happened before, I have never second guessed who I choose as my little lambs. Never have I not wanted to kill a lamb, once chosen. Serena is making me lose my mind.
Her brow furrows. “That doesn’t even make any sense, and even though I want to know why you call me that, why do I have to be told the reason at your home? Can’t you just tell me now?”
“That is the only place it will make sense, and right now… I don't want to tell you. I can’t tell you.” I push into her, backing her close to the wall behind her “I want to be inside you.” Her skin flushes and her breathing halts.
She yanks herself out of my grasp, crossing her arms like a child would when they don’t get their way. “Yeah, well, right now I don’t want that. You need to leave.”
I scoff at her request. “That’s not happening.”
She turns to walk upstairs, “You can let yourself out.” Before she makes it even one step, I grab her, spin her around, and pin her up against the wall. I run my nose along the graceful column of her neck, inhaling her scent. She smells like roses and lavender, reminding me of my home in the spring.
It’s been so long since I’ve touched any woman, and her scent alone has all my senses going out the window. If she told me to get on my knees, I'd push her to hers, and shove my cock down her throat. The animalistic side of me needs to have her, ever since I got a taste I have wanted nothing more than to feel her wrapped around me.
“You smell so fucking good.”
Pressing my hips against her, I feel her shaking beneath me, and I can't tell if it’s from anger or if she’s turned on. I opt for the latter and start to kiss her neck, eliciting a small moan. I chuckle into her skin and slowly move my lips up to her mouth. She turns her head, denying me the prize I crave. “Oh? You think, you candeny me what’s mine?” I say pressing my fingers into her cheeks, making her look like an adorable pouty fish.
She turns to respond, her eyes flashing with the spark she hides deep within. “I know I can deny you what’smine.”
Those words of her claiming herself are my undoing. Not giving her any more words to use against me, I grab her hands, pinning them above her head, and crushing my lips against hers. She struggles to move her head, fighting against my power, so I deepen the kiss. A small moan escapes, and my little lamb finally gives into what we both want.
Her hands separate from mine, and wrap around my neck, deepening the kiss. I nuzzle my face in her breast when I lift her up. She leans her head back, to give me easier access. “Aster,” she rasps.
My hands tighten around her bottom, her legs wrap around my waist, “Hold on, little lamb.” Her brows knit together and before she can answer, I’m running us up the stairs. She hugs herself into me, holding on for dear life, her body shaking from the fear or excitement, I’m unsure of, maybe both. “Where’s your room?” I growl, impatience lacing every word. She nods her head in the direction of the room, lucky for me it is already open or I would have kicked it down.
The compulsion to consume her is fighting inside me with the fox who wants to run, who is frightened to take things further than I already have. I pushed the thoughts of running away, if I ran she would never speak to me again and I would lose my chance to play and lay her on my table.
I throw her on the bed, she bounces as she falls onto her back, her hair cascaded all around her, making her look like the siren she is. My chest heaves in and out, I feel my eyes darken, as I take in the woman laid before me. “Turn around and get on your knees.'' I demand, no room in my voice for argument. She doesn’t respond, but obeys my command and turns over gettingon her knees, ass high in the air, “Good girl.” My hand lands a loud smack against it, echoing the sound in the room.
The sound that escapes her lips and the way her head hangs down, has me smacking it one more time, before I crawl onto the bed. My weight causes the bed to dip and I lean down to kiss her shoulder blade. Her skin is soft everywhere my lips touch. Making me greedy for more, I rip off her shirt from behind, tearing the fabric in half, her breast falling free, and landing right into my waiting hands. “No bra?” I question, massaging her ample breast. “Seems like your words tonight don't match your actions. You were always planning on being my subservient whore, weren’t you, little lamb?”
She doesn’t answer, I smirk and slip her jeans down a little just so I can see her supple ass. “Do you know what happens to bad girls, who don’t answer when spoken to?” Silence is all I’m left with; this must be her way to defy me for rejecting her earlier tonight.
I will make her scream.
I raise my hand and bring it down hard, against her ass, leaving a bright red handprint behind. She whimpers but still stays silent. “Your stubbornness to respond, is going to be your undoing, little lamb.”
