All the Truths (Lies & Truths 2)

“I was hopeless for you, too, Ash.” I inhale his sandalwood and citrus scent, taking in his murmured confessions.

All of him.

The fact that he’s Cloud003, the one who knows all my secrets and still wants me anyway, the fact that he wanted to hate me but he couldn’t help coming back every year to be with me.

I inhale it all.

“You were my first and only, too, Reina.”

My lips part, my heart flipping and thumping. “But you were in England and…oh, my God. Wait. You were a virgin?”

“At eighteen. How fucking pathetic is that?” He smiles but there’s no humor behind it. “I guess I’m lucky you were too drunk to notice.”

“Ash…”

“You were the only girl I wanted to kiss since I learned what kissing is and the only one I wanted to fuck since I learned what fucking means. All the others were nothing compared to you. I couldn’t even get hard at the sight of them, and that didn’t change when I went to England. Every time I felt the urge, I pulled out your picture or thought of the nights we had together and jerked off to them. I might have wanted to ruin you, but I could never stop the need to own you, too.”

Asher’s forehead remains connected to mine. With every word out of his mouth, my breathing turns deeper and shallower, harder and faster.

We weren’t even in an actual relationship and he hated me, but he still remained faithful to me.

He didn’t consider the other girls because he couldn’t stop thinking about me.

“I never wanted any other man but you, and I never will.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “You ruined me for everyone else.”

His grunt is like music to my ears as he positions himself between my legs. “That’s my slut.”

Arousal coats my thighs at the rumble of his voice.

“Say it.” His fingers wrap around my throat, the movement erotic and so utterly dominant.

“I’m…I’m…”

“That’s not the word.”

“I’m your…slut.” Holy shit, why does it feel like such a turn-on to say it aloud?

“And you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

The words catch in my throat as he thrusts balls-deep inside me. My entire body bucks off the bed, but his merciless hold on my neck keeps me prisoned in place. I wrap a hand around the arm holding me as my other one remains around his neck.

“You always let me fuck you dirty and hard.” He grunts, picking up his pace. “I claimed both your pussy and your ass over and over again.”

Oh God, that’s why it didn’t hurt the other time, and was even pleasing. It wasn’t the first time or even the second.

“I own you, prom queen. All of you.”

“Yes…” I choke on my breaths, my heart rate intensifying with the rhythm of his thrusts.

He does fuck me like I’m his slut. He flips me around and pounds into me from behind with my ass hanging off the edge then slaps my thighs and my ass cheeks until I scream his name.

He’s not done.

As I shake and whimper with the force of my release, he maneuvers me so he’s sitting on the bed and I’m settled on his lap with his hard cock still throbbing inside me. He takes me slower and unhurried as our chests beat in sync. He pulls out as much as he can before stabbing inside me again.

With every in and out, my body ignites and stars burst behind my lids. I wrap my arms around his neck as both his stronger arms wind around my back, stopping me from toppling to the ground.