Page 52 of Sweet Possession

I swallow, feeling more defeated than ever, before I remind myself that I’ve dealt with worse than this piece-of-shit, entitled rich boy. Straightening my spine, I arch a brow. “And?”

Surprise crosses his face, no doubt at my blasé attitude, before he covers it. “And I want a show.” He shoves a hand in his pocket and pulls out a load of bills. “I can pay good money. More than you probably made at that place.” He leans in. “My father said he’ll give you extra if you put on a show for both of us. And even more than that if you let us both have a go at your pussy.” His voice is a sinister whisper, making me shiver, but not in a good way. I shove him away from me and open my mouth to tell him to fuck off when a familiar masculine voice booms in the now-empty hallway.

“What is going on here?” My eyes lock onto Asher’s angry ones, and relief floods through me at seeing him. My protector. My love.

Logan glances over his shoulder. His moves are languid, arrogant. He thinks he is untouchable, that much is clear. “Oh, nothing, Mr. Grant. I was just talking with Remi.” Logan pushes off the lockers and saunters down the hall like he owns the place. Asher tracks his movements, like a hunter ready to devour its prey, not taking his eyes from him until he disappears around the corner.

Then his gaze moves to me, a question in them. Slamming my locker door, I move towards him, giving him what he wants. “His dad told him about me…stripping.” I whisper the last word.

Asher’s eyes turn murderous, and his jaw clenches. “And that little fucker asked you for a show.” It’s a statement. Asher knows exactly what Logan is like. I nod. He blows out a breath, looking wearier than I have ever seen him. Is this all getting to be too much? “Stay away from him, angel. Let me handle this.”

“You shouldn’t have to handle everything for me, Asher,” I mutter. He forgets that I fought my way through life for years before he came along. It’s time I start standing up for myself again. I don’t want anyone to think I’m weak, and especially not Asher. Because I’m not.

His eyes soften. He reaches up as if he is going to touch me and then, as if remembering himself, he drops his hand. “But I want to. How many times do I need to tell you that you are mine to protect?” he murmurs, a hint of hurt in his voice. Asher is an alpha; he wants to look after me, and I should let him. But sometimes you have to be your own hero. It’s not just me that risks losing my place at Coral Lakes if our relationship comes out, and as much as he says he isn’t bothered about the possibility of losing his job, I know he likes teaching. I don’t want to be the reason it’s taken away from him.

“I know, baby. But I can’t let you do this alone. I won’t let these people walk all over me.” There is conviction in my voice, and I know he sees it when his lips twitch. He runs a palm across his jaw to hide his smile, but I see it.

“There’s my angel. We do this together. Deal?” His rasp sends a jolt of lust between my thighs, but I shove it away. We have bigger things to worry about than my hormones.

“Deal.”

* * *

Later that day, when we’re in the safety of Asher’s home, he tells me about his email to a PI he’s used in the past. He wants all the information he can gather on Louis Carrington, so when he comes to us—which he will—we have something to fight back with.

Fight fire with fire, and all that.

Leaning back on the couch, I let out a harsh breath. For the first time today, I feel like I can breathe. A hand squeezes my thigh making my eyes snap open and connect with Asher’s blue gaze. He looks at me with so much love and adoration, my heart squeezes in my chest.

“What?”

He grins. “Nothing. I just wanted to look at you.”

I feel my cheeks heat and I roll my eyes. “I don’t know why. All I’ve done is bring you drama since I came into your life.”

He growls. “That’s not true. If anything, it’s the other way around. All of this shit could go away if you weren’t with me.” His brow rises, daring me to argue.

I sigh. “Well, I would rather have you than be at that school.”

“Yeah?”

I nod. “Yeah, of course, Asher.”

His eyes soften. Wrapping his arms around me, he yanks me into him. “I want you to have everything,” he murmurs into my hair. “But I can’t let you go.”

I roll my head to look at him. “I don’t want you to let me go.”

“Never.” He presses a kiss to my mouth, then pulls back. “Now let me take you upstairs. I need to be inside you,” he says huskily.

My pussy clenches, my stomach tightens, and I suck in a breath at the need in his voice. Pulling out of his hold, I push off the couch, spin, and take Asher’s hands. He eyes me, a seductive smirk on his face. Before I know what’s happening, he dips and throws me over his shoulder. I shriek, and Asher spanks my ass. “Be a good girl, angel, and be quiet. Otherwise, I’ll take you over my knee and spank your ass until it’s red.” I shiver. Why does that sound good? I never thought I would be into all that, but after hearing it from Asher’s mouth, I think I might be. He chuckles, the sound going straight to my pussy. “My angel would like me to do that, wouldn’t she?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Another time.” He rushes out of the lounge, up the stairs, and into his bedroom.

Throwing me down on the bed, he makes quick work of stripping us out of our clothes. His cock bounces free, hard and thick against his abdomen. I lick my lips, desperate to taste him. I shift, ready to do just that, when his voice stops me. “Stop,” he commands. I freeze just as I’m about to push up on my knees and wait for him to continue. He strokes up and down his length, and I have to squeeze my thighs together at the sight. He really is a God. “As much as I want your pretty little lips wrapped around me, I want to be inside your tight pussy more. I want to come so deep inside you, you’ll never get me out.”

I moan at his dirty words. “Yes,” I say in a voice I don’t even recognize.

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