Shock pummels me with meaty fists, and I rock back, almost losing my grip on her. Shaking my head, I stare down at her, wanting to tell her to stop lying, but the truth shines in her eyes. The nerves, the traces of fear that can’t be hidden by the glaze of lust.
“The fuck, Ember,” I breathe. Shook.
“I know, I should’ve told you sooner—”
I smother her words with my mouth as a fierce, primitive joy surges in my chest, my soul. I’ve called her mine, but gotdamn. She is. All. Mine. No one has touched her, has been inside her. As hypocritical and misogynistic as that sounds, I don’t give a fuck. I’m happy. She only knows me. She only belongs to me.
“Let me in, Ember.” I slowly push forward, penetrating her. Her tight flesh resists me, but I don’t stop. Just the tip stretches her, and she whimpers, cries out, the clasp of her stealing my breath. “I want in, baby. If it takes all night, you’re going to let me in this pussy. It’s mine, and you’re going to give it to me.”
I withdraw, then thrust. Withdraw, then thrust. With every slide forward, I claim more of her until I’m completely seated inside and she’s pried open, bare, full of me.
“I can’t,” she pleads, tipping her head back.
“You’re doing so good, Ember,” I praise, kissing her cheeks, her mouth, her chin. “You took all of me like I knew you could. Just like a good girl.” I stop, feeling her flesh flutter and quiver around my dick, attempting to let her acclimate to the power and size of me.
Soon, she starts shifting, moving underneath me, and I loose a low chuckle.
“That’s it, ma.” I reach between us, sweeping a caress over her clit. She cries out, flinches, but I keep up the featherlight caress. “That’s it, Ember. Get your dick, baby girl.”
Finally free to move, I withdraw until only the tip remains in a chokehold by that tight-ass pussy and then plunge back inside, pressing my balls to the bottom curves of her ass. She screams,the sound muffled against my shoulder, but still echoing in the room.
“Look at me.” I wait as she obeys me, tilting her head back, staring at me with lust-glazed eyes. With a low growl, I wrap my fingers around her throat, squeezing hard enough for her eyes to widen then flare brighter. Hotter. In reaction, my hand tightens, and her throaty moan is like the wettest, dirtiest hand job. “You know you done fucked up, right?” With my grip still around her neck, I thrust harder, riding her deep, and she writhes, undulating into each drive of my dick. “You let me in this pussy. She knows me. Knows who she belongs to. Sucking me deep like a hot mouth. Fucking gripping me tight.” Another hard, heavy stroke. Another firm squeeze of her throat. “Mine, gotdamnit. Mine. Give my shit away, and a mu’fucka’s death gon’ be on you.”
She whimpers, and I cover those luscious lips in a nasty kiss. For the next several minutes, whimpers, groans, and grunts punch the air along with slaps of sweat-drenched skin against skin. The suction of her flesh releasing and welcoming me inside her. It’s lewd, carnal, raw. Beautiful.
“Asad. Fuck, Asad,” she cries, and I go harder, a grimace twisting my face, passion and pain contorting hers. “I’m about to… I have to… Help me, please.”
Placing an open-mouthed, hot kiss along the side of her neck and the crook where neck and shoulder meet, I deliver a sharp, firm pat to her clit and another stroke.
Her legs quiver, her head flies back and the scream she releases will live in my memory until I draw my last breath. Her pussy clamps down on my dick, and I fall over the edge with her. Hammering at her, I empty everything I got inside her.
And one word fills my head as I shudder, losing every ounce of control and sanity.
Mine.
CHAPTER NINEEmber
“Sooo… Something you need to tell us? I don’t know.” Jaq shrugs, sliding their hands in the front pockets of their purple plaid suspender pants. “Anything you’d like to get off your chest? Maybe—just a wild guess here, but—an engagement?”
Shit.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, squeezing it. The headache behind my right eye throbs a little harder. Not only did I not get a lot of sleep last night—my mind instinctually skirts away fromwhyI didn’t—but I had to be at the lab early to meet Perla, Gus, and Jaq to update them on the change in plans. And I needed to do that in the secret lab at HoC where we would be safe from any eyes and ears before the workday started. A pain unfurls in my chest, and I rub the small ping. I can’t help but think how we should have been in the lab at my house by now, but because of recent events, this will continue to be our home for at least the next three years. I have to remind myself a dream deferred is not a dream denied.
“Please tell me how you’re aware of that, given the announcement was made just last night to a select amount of people at a private dinner,” I say, dropping my arm and fixing a steady, unblinking stare on them.
But this is Jaq, so they are completely unbothered by the threat implicit in my voice. They prop their arm on the shelf holding the tablets and shrug.
“I have my sources.” When I tilt my head and narrow my eyes, they smile. “Perla. Perla is my sources.”
I silently groan and shift my attention to my lead lab assistant.
“The fuck, Perla.”
“Justus came over last night,” she says with a chagrined smile. Adjusting her glasses, she holds up her hands, palms out. “We fucked and then had a little pillow talk afterward.”
“In other words, she put the power of the pussy on him, and he confessed his Social Security number, where Jimmy Hoffa was buried, and every detail of what went down at that dinner last night.” Jaq snorts. “Hard to believe the unassuming li’l pixie got the Jaws of Life between her legs.”
Perla grins, skimming her purple bangs out of her eyes and picking up one of the cups of coffee that I brought in for the four of us this morning since I called them in so early.