Page 21 of Sweet Possession
“Look at you, taking my fingers in your perfect cunt.” His dirty words hit me straight between the legs. My lips part in shock as an orgasm comes out of nowhere, barreling through my body as I convulse around his fingers. Shit. He barely touched me and he has me seeing stars. Withdrawing his digits, he rips my panties from my body as he fumbles to remove his sweats. Within seconds, he’s thrusting into me, fucking me so hard, so animalistic, I should be scared. But I’m not. Instead, I embrace this side of him. It’s more of a claiming than making love, but I want him to claim me. I want to be his in every sense of the word. It’s crazy, really, considering I tried to deny this. And I didn’t really like being touched before he came along, but I’m not going to fight it. I like him touching me. Claiming me.
Reaching down, he thumbs my clit. It’s not long before a second orgasm hits, and I’m floating into an abys of all things Asher. He pumps into me harder, and I feel the moment he finds his release. He stills, his cock jerking inside me as his hot cum coats my insides. I lay there in sated bliss as he slumps against me, and in this moment, I think I may love him.
“Mine,” he growls against my chest.
I smile.
That one word should scare me, but it feels so right.
* * *
I startle awake. I don’t know how long I slept after the appearance of Asher’s ex and the sex, but I feel like I got a good couple of hours of much-needed rest. Rolling over, I find the bed empty, and I wonder where Asher is. Insecurity courses through me. Has he gone to see his ex? Does he want her back? My worries are settled when the door swings open, and he strolls in with a tray of food. He smiles when he finds me awake, and it’s so breathtaking, it makes my heart stutter in my chest.
“You looked tired, so I let you sleep while I made us some food,” he says by way of greeting.
I beam up at him. The way he looks after and cares for me, he makes me feel cherished. “I was. Thank you.”
He drops the tray on the nightstand and a kiss to my lips. “Eat up. I made pancakes.” He hands me a plate stacked with them, then a fork. “After you’ve eaten, get yourself cleaned up. I’m taking you to the casino.” The fork freezes midair. A sliver of panic hits me, then disappears as I remember I have my ID. Plastering on a smile, I eat a mouthful of food so I don’t say something stupid. Asher continues, ignoring my reaction. “I bought you something to wear. I hung it up in the bathroom.”
“What did you get me?” I ask after swallowing a mouthful of food.
He winks. “You’ll see when you get your cute ass up.”
I eye him dubiously. It better not be something that shows my ass, tits, and pussy. No way will I wear that if it is, no matter how much I offend him or if he argues differently. “Wait, what’s the time?” I blurt, remembering I have no idea how long I slept.
He smirks. “It’s after one. You slept most of the day away. You looked so cute though, I didn’t want to wake you.”
I sigh. I need to get out of this routine where I waste so much of the day. I mean, it’s only a couple weeks before I start school. “Wake me next time. I’m getting lazy.”
Moving my plate back to the nightstand he leans in, brushing his lips against mine. My breath hitches making him smirk. Arrogant asshole. “If I think you need sleep. Then sleep is what you will have. I’m here to look after you, angel.” I open my mouth to protest, but he stops me with a chaste kiss before pulling back and giving me his “you better not argue” look. “Don’t fight me, baby.”
I fall back against the pillows. I will fight him on some things. But today is not the day.
* * *
My heels click on the marble floors as we walk through the lobby of the casino. The “something” Asher bought me to wear was a knee-length, fitted red dress that showcases every single one of my curves. I feel amazing. I feel worthy of being on his arm.
Asher’s arm loops around my waist, pulling me close. His hot breath hits my ear as he whispers, “Are you ready, angel?”
I glance up at him. No, I’m not ready. It’s one thing playing poker online, but playing in a casino? When I have a fake ID, no less. I shrug. “I don’t know. I mean, I’m getting the hang of playing, but this is different. People will be watching.”
He smirks. “They’re already watching. Every single male in this place has their eyes on you. All wanting a piece of what is mine. But they can’t have you, can they, Remi?” he growls possessively. “Because you belong to me.”
My stomach tightens at his words. I’m still not used to him saying that. Since he told me about Cali, I understand that his possessive behavior is what he hides his insecurities behind. How could he not be insecure after what she did? He pulls us to a stop, and I know him well enough to know he is waiting for my answer, so I give him what he wants. “No, they can’t have me. I’m yours, Asher.”
His eyes flare, and he cups my face in his big hands and presses his lips to mine in a bruising, claiming kiss. He is showing everyone with this one display that I’m his. It’s both thrilling and terrifying. Asher pulls away, staring down at me with a smug smirk as I pant, wanting more. He knows what he’s doing. I am so out of my depth with him, but I can’t bring myself to care. I still think our whole relationship is crazy, but in the six weeks that I’ve known him, my feelings have changed from not wanting him near me, to not being able to be without him. By the way he’s smiling, he knows that too.
“Come on, angel. Let’s go and win some money.” Taking my hand, he pulls me through some doors. I’m stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes taking in the glitz and glamour of the room. I’ve seen casinos on the TV, but this is something else. I can feel the money, the excitement buzzing in the room and thrumming through my veins. You can see why people get addicted to this. The atmosphere is insane. Asher squeezes my hand and drags me through the room, only coming to a stop when we reach a roped off, guarded area. He speaks to the man stood guard, saying what, I am not sure because I’m too caught up in my surroundings, trying to take everything in.
I’m snapped from my perusal when a deep voice sounds close to me. “I’ll need to see her ID, Asher. I can’t just let her in, man, even if you are a mate. My boss will have my balls if I don’t do my job properly.”
Asher waves him off. “Say no more, Elijah. My angel has her ID.” He turns to me. “Don’t you, baby?”
I swallow on a nod as I fumble with the clip on my purse. Snaking my hand inside, I grab the little rectangle card and pray on everything above that it’s good enough that the guard doesn’t question it. My hand shakes slightly as I lift it to show my ID. In my peripheral, I see Asher’s brows furrow as he watches me. I wonder what he’s thinking. Will he start asking me questions now? I hope not. I know I need to tell him, but that is a conversation for another day.
The guard runs his eyes over the card then reaches down and unclips the rope. I release the breath I was holding and shove it back in my purse. “Go ahead, man.” Asher takes my hand, and we step through to what I now know is the VIP area where the high rollers play. “And by the way, dude.” We both glance back at Elijah. “You are punching with her.” He winks, then laughs when Asher flips him off. A chuckle bursts from my mouth making Asher glare at me.
“I am not punching, and neither is my angel. We are perfect for each other.” And with that, he pulls me away and over to a table where we sit and play poker for the next couple of hours, only leaving when I finally win a small game, and Asher is twenty-two thousand dollars up.