Page 24 of Sweet Possession
My eyes land on Asher’s, and his jaw clenches. I flinch away from him and try to pull out of his grip but it’s no use. He’s too strong. “I’m not going to hurt you, angel,” he whispers. The use of my nickname has some of the tension easing in my body. I fall against the door and slump to the floor as the tears that I was trying to hold in start to fall. He drops down to his haunches in front of me. Reaching out, he cups my face. “This certainly changes things.”
I nod as much as I can with the grip on my face. “I know.” My voice is small. I feel bereft that I am going to lose him over this. It’s stupid really, considering it was me that wasn’t sure about this relationship. I should be happy I’m going to be out of his control. I’m not. I want him more than anything. It’s true what they say. You don’t know what you’ve got till you are about to lose it.
“I’m not letting you go,” he says with so much conviction in his voice, it has my head snapping up and eyes locking on his.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“I’m not letting you go,” he enunciates. “It changes things, for sure. But not between us. I meant it when I said that you are mine. Obviously if you were… underage, things would be very different, but you’re legal, and that’s all that matters. You will still live here. We just need to be careful at school.”
The shock on my face is evident. I cannot believe what he is saying. He still wants to be with me. Even if I’m his student? “You still want me?” I blurt.
He smiles before dropping a kiss to my head. “Yes. You are mine, angel. Nothing will change that. Now, put your clothes away. We have more serious matters to attend to.”
“Like what?” I ask, still in shock by all this.
“I assume you have emails from the school?” I nod. “Then I need to look at them so we can form some sort of plan for when we go back next week.”
My shoulders drop as I finally relax. I thought the worst would happen. That Asher would leave, just like everyone else in my life. But here he is, proving me wrong.
He said he wasn’t like everyone else.
I’m starting to believe it.
* * *
Asher and I came up with a plan.
We will carry on… doing whatever it is we are doing but keep our relationship strictly student and teacher at school. That was my input. Asher is crazy enough to not care so much about those details and actually insisted carrying on with some parts of our physical relationship on school grounds. He thinks it will be okay to kiss me, to touch me, if we’re alone.
I called him insane.
He called me his.
I am under no illusion that if he does want to do those things to me in the confines of Coral Lakes, then I’ll have no choice in the matter. Asher always gets what he wants, and he told me I was out of my mind if I thought for one second that he wouldn’t touch me when he damn well pleased. I can’t deny the thought of us doing something so forbidden turns me on. My panties are wet at just the thought.
Pushing off the couch, I grab our plates and start towards the kitchen, only to stop when Asher calls my name. “Leave them, angel. I can clean them up tomorrow.”
I shake my head. “No. You’ve done so much for me; I want to look after you too.” He cocks a brow. I roll my eyes. “I know it is only clearing up the dishes, but it feels like something a… girlfriend would do,” I say softly. It’s the first time I’ve used that word, but I guess it’s what I am. I’m living with the man, for Christ’s sake. My cheeks heat when his gaze narrows in on me. Maybe I have this wrong, and he looks at me as just easy sex whereas I look at him as more. I squirm under his attention.
His lips tug up into a smirk, no doubt at how uncomfortable I am. “Do you want to be my girlfriend, angel?” He slides off the couch, closing the distance between us.
Mortification slithers through me. I feel like a clingy girl, desperate for the label of girlfriend. It’s not what I was after when I said that though. “I didn’t… I wasn’t…” I stutter, unable to get my words out. The plates shake in my hand as embarrassment burns my cheeks.
Asher takes them from me, propping them on a side table. He cups my face in his large hands. “Personally, I think girlfriend is too little of a word to describe what you are to me, angel. But we can start there if you want.” It’s not a question but I give him an answer anyway.
Blowing out a breath, I say, “This isn’t some clingy attempt at getting you to label our relationship, Asher.”
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I know. But no matter what we call it, we’re together. You are mine, angel. All mine. That means we’re official. That every part of your body and soul belongs to me. Your mind. Your lips. Your tits. Your ass. Your pussy.Everything.”
My stomach tightens at his words, and an ache builds between my legs. It should scare me, his possessiveness. But it doesn’t. I embrace it. Want it. “I’m yours, and you are mine,” I whisper.
He grins. “Now that that is settled, let me take you to bed so I can fuck what’s mine.”
ChapterSeventeen
ASHER
Throwing her on the bed, I make quick work of removing her clothes and then mine. I stare down at her. She is magnificent. Even now, knowing the truth about her age, knowing that she will be a student at the school where I work—it doesn’t change anything. If possible, I want her more. I know the logistics of our relationship will be challenging with this new information, and it will also be frowned upon if we’re found out, but she’s worth it. I would lose my job, my reputation. But for Remi, I’m willing to take the risk. There is nothing in this universe that will stop me from keeping her as mine—although I may have to rethink the whole "putting a baby in her” idea. That may have to wait a couple of months. I can’t have her tummy round with my baby while she’s a student. It wouldn’t be fair to her to have to deal with the scandal and the gossip. I know what the students at Coral are capable of. The boys will want her. The girls will no doubt bully her. They’re entitled, and they think they’re above the rules. They will know straight away that Remi isn’t one of them. I don’t want to put an unnecessary target on her back by knocking her up. Doesn’t mean it won’t happen at some point though. I know it’s selfish of me. I am selfish, but the thought of her carrying my child does things to me. I only have to glance at my hard cock to know that.