Page 83 of Broken Beauty
“Can I at least fix your hands, Ash? You’re scaring me with the blood. It looks lethal.”
Ash walks closer to me, and I press my back against the wall. “I said I don’t need someone to help me. I don’t need anyone to fix me. What I need is for you to strip or leave.”
I know if I leave he is going to go back to the mirror and start hurting himself again.
So instead of leaving like I should, I step closer to him and say, “I want you to do it.”
Ash puts his bloody hands on my hips and he pulls me roughly against him. “I can, but I promise you I won't be nice about it.”
His hands on my hips go to the waistband of my leggings and he roughly pulls them down. Ash is on his knees in front of me, taking off my shoes and leggings. He throws them outside of the shower. His lips run along my thigh as he makes his way up my legs. I squirm beneath his touch and squeal as his lips make contact with the spot between my legs.
He thrusts his tongue in suddenly and I try to close my legs together but he gives me a disapproving look before diving in again.
“Ash.” He removes his tongue from me and then licks his way up my body again while he pulls the sweater off of me and throws it out of the shower.
“Get on your knees,” Ash demands and I don't think twice before kneeling in front of him. I look up at him with innocent eyes filled with wonder. The water running down his hands makes the blood drip down to the floor and towards the drain. As I look up at Ash, I feel hurt all over again. Ash's jaw clenches and his hand reaches down to caress my jaw. “Suck.”
I look away from Ash's eyes and instead look at his cock. He is still painfully hard, maybe even harder than before, even if that's not possible.
I open my mouth and Ash threads his fingers into my hair. He makes his way between my lips and roughly thrusts inside me.
Being on my knees for someone like Ash feels good. The way that I can make him hurt and feel pleasure makes me feel powerful and excited. I like the thought of giving him pleasure and being able to control the way he can feel by one single touch.
Ash continues to thrust in and out of my mouth as I place my hands on his thighs so he can go deeper. Water falls from his chest and then makes it’s way to my lips as they go up and down his cock. Ash's hold on my hair gets tighter and my eyes travel to his face. His head leans back and his chest rises and falls as he breathes heavily.
The spot between my legs aches, especially since Ash only gave me a taste of what I am probably going to endure tonight.
I gag and moan around him and it isn't sexy or perfect. The way he’s handling me isn’t gentle or caring, it is rough and demanding. All he wants to do is take and take and take.
“Fuck,” Ash groans before he pushes away from me. “Get up.” I stand up and Ash pulls me closer toward him and I feel him hard and eager against me.
Ash pushes me against the wall and his hand cups the spot between my legs. I moan and lean my head against the wall, aching for him. “Oh-“ He cuts me off by thrusting two fingers inside me
“Fuck, your moans are fucking heaven, Madden.” Ash puts his lips on my neck and he nips and bites my skin.
His fingers keep moving in and out, his thumb tracing my clit. My hands thrust into his hair as I hold him against my neck. His lips and hands on me makes me want to combust. His touch is all consuming and euphoric, I don't ever want him to stop.
I moan into him and come around his fingers. Ash bites down on my neck and I close my eyes and tighten my legs around his hand.
He takes his hand away from between my legs and removes his lips from my neck.
“Come on.” He leads us out of the shower and carries me to the room, careful not to step on the glass. Ash leaves me in the middle of his room and then goes back to the bathroom. He comes back with two towels and dries himself off before going to me and slowly drying me off. When he uses the towel between my legs I shiver and press my legs together. Ash's hand wraps around my throat and he pulls me toward him and presses his lips on mine. His heavy breathing against my lips as he adds pressure to my throat makes me ache and needy. “You're so fucking pretty Ariella, it pisses me off,” he says against my lips.
All of a sudden, I’m pushed on the bed and Ash's body covers mine and his lips on my neck make harsh and pleasurable marks.
Ash flips me over so that I am on my stomach, he pulls my hips up to meet his. His cock is hard and hot against me, even after her roughly fucked my mouth.
“Ash, please.”
His hands on my hips grip me harshly. “Say the word 'red' when you want to stop.”
“Okay.” I breathe out before pressing my head against the bed. My hips grind against his and my eyes close right away. I feel his hands grab my hands from each side of my body. He holds them above my head at the same time he thrusts inside me in one go. “Oh my god!” I yell feeling his full cock thrust inside me.
“I'm going to fuck you hard and rough, Madden, and you better count after each one or else we're going to start over. You're not allowed to come until we reach 20.”
Each what?
The question leaves my mind when I feel his hand make contact with my ass.
