Page 55 of Wicked Titan

Thrashing, I slap at the solid muscles of his back. “Put me down.”

He doesn’t even flinch as he takes two steps at a time, heading upstairs as every single pair of eyes watch us go. I squirm, almost certain that my ass is hanging out of my already short dress.

He walks down a long hallway, stopping abruptly as his hand reaches up, gripping my ass before moving to my hips as he plops me on the ground.

“What is wrong with you?” I shove against his chest, but of course he doesn’t budge.

“You.” His deadpan expression remains, fueling my rage.

“You couldn’t just let me have some fun. Be happy for once.”

“Having a guy grope your ass, that’s what you think is fun?”

He’s pulling so it’s my turn to push. Cocking my head to the side with a satisfied expression, I continue on. “That’s right. And his hands felt much better than yours.”

Fury flashes across his face. “Tread lightly, Weakling.”

He can call me weak all he wants; he’s not going to break me.

“I’m sure Connor is still downstairs, but I’ll keep that in mind.” Stepping to the right to get around him, he counters, blocking my path.

Asher lifts his hands, brushing his fingertips up my thigh, sliding his hand over my bare ass, squeezing hard as he pulls me against him. “Lie all you want, little Weakling. I know it’s my touch that you crave.” His finger slips under the thin strap of my thong between the cheeks of my ass, moving along the path of string before abruptly removing his hand.

Squeezing my thighs together, it’s a vain attempt to calm the sensation his hand evoked. The anticipation he knowingly created, just to show me he knows I’m lying, proved his point. I don’t want anyone else’s hands on me.

“Now be a good little girl and go home.”

“I will,” I step back from him, knowing I’m past the point of return but I’m all in, “as soon as I let Connor fuck me in your bed.”

His hand swiftly reaches forward, gripping the back of my neck to pull my mouth to his, angrily kissing me as his other hand grips my thigh, hoisting me up. I hook my legs around his waist as he walks down the hall, his mouth on mine.

Stopping in front of a door, he throws it open, stepping inside before kicking it shut with his foot.

Unwrapping my legs from his waist, he drops me on the bed. Lifting my dress over my head, he discards it as I cling to his shoulders, bringing him with me as I lay back. Gripping the hem of his shirt, I tug it over his head, tossing it to the floor as he settles on the bed, hovering over me.

Curling his finger in the waistband of my thong, he yanks it down before tossing it to the floor. His hand presses flat against my sex as I rock against it. “That little show cost you. You’re gonna come on my hand, in my bed, while I watch every second of my touch making you come undone.”

He plunges two fingers inside me, pumping as his thumb rubs my clit.

My head falls back, his hand is merciless, pulling out my orgasm in seconds. He watches me, a satisfied grin on his face as his fingers slip out of me.

I’m catching my breath as he unbuttons his jeans, kicking them off. A sense of excitement fills me when he flips me over, my fingers digging into the soft sheets as his hand grips my hip, before he moves my legs together, positioning his legs on the outside of mine as his chest presses into my back.

Trailing his tongue up my neck, he encloses me beneath him, teasing my entrance with his hard cock as his teeth lightly nip at my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you until you hate me.”

Lifting my backside, I press into him. “I already hate you.”

A hard thrust presses me firmly into his mattress, his scent surrounds me as he embeds himself deeper.

“Your wet pussy says otherwise,” he says with another hard thrust.

“Shut up,” I say as he pulls nearly out before slamming inside me, a lustful moan escaping my lips.

His teeth graze my shoulder as he nips at my skin, his fingers intertwined, gripping my hair as my head rolls back, meeting his lips. “I hate that fucking sound.” His mouth covers mine, swallowing the moan as he moves inside me. “I hear it in my sleep.”

He’s made a mistake, he’s just showed me a weakness without realizing what it’s going to cost him—a loss for this round while I take every pleasure he’s willing to give me. “You’ve invaded my dreams, making me wake up moaning.”

A low growl leaves his lips as they hungrily trail along my neck while he drives into me.