At this point, I’d be all right with pretty much anything, but I just say, “Yes.”
“Good.” Lining himself up with my pussy, he slams home, and the darkening woods go white with light behind my eyes.
Pure fucking bliss explodes, and it’s all that I can do not to scream. After being denied and teased, the orgasm grabs me and doesn’t seem to let go. Asher is fucking me hard. As hard as he did last night. Harder.
It rolls through me, over me, around me, fading into the background just to build over again as he moves. Faster.
Asher pushes my dress up farther, explores my ass with his hands. Squeezes and spanks. I gasp. Oh my God, who am I and what have I done with myself? I shouldn’t love this. Never imagined that I would. But it just shoves more impossible, incredible heat into my limbs. I tilt my head back, closing my eyes.
One of Asher’s hands slides around my throat, holding me there while his other one finds my clit. Oh. Oh, fuck I’m done for. “Please,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Say it louder.”
I shake my head. “I can’t.”
“Louder.”
“Please.” I force it out. It’s a normal volume now and I’m so close that I can’t even breathe anymore. But he just teases me. Fingers moving back and forth over my clit, keeping me hovering over the plunge and making my legs shake.
“Scream for me, Wife. Then I’ll let you come.”
There’s nothing in his tone that makes me think he’s joking. If I don’t scream and beg, he’ll pull away and let me go. And something about that is so fucking hot.
His fingers tighten ever so slightly on my throat, and I scream my pleas to the sky. I beg him, ignoring the fact that my voice is ringing through the trees.
And he moves all at once, synchronizing his hips and his fingers. I shatter all over again, dropping into the molten core of the earth and staying there. It’s a good fucking thing that I’m holding on to the tree because otherwise my legs wouldn’t hold me.
I’m drowning in this feeling. It’s like stepping on a live wire. Being wrapped in a power surge. Amazing.
Asher pulls out, heat splashing over my skin as he comes again, a low growl shivering across my skin. It’s base and feral and like nothing I’ve ever done. It seems appropriate that we’re outside in the near dark for this.
Reality sinks back in while we’re standing there breathing. The heat is fading, the cool, humid air of evening chilling my skin. There are fireflies in the trees and the sound of birds and the distant river.
He pulls my dress down over my ass, still covered in his cum, and steps back. Putting his cock away, he smirks when I turn to face him. “You’re free to go. But you’ll have to come back when you have what I want to give you the annulment.”
Cold, stark, truth hits me straight in the chest.
Asher is still blackmailing me.
No matter the chemistry and the pleasure that he just rained down on me, I’m still his hostage until he decides to let me out of this. Anger burns in my chest, and I shove past him. “Go to hell, Asher.”
He catches my arm before I get too far. “Not unless you’re coming with me, Rose.”
The kiss is rough. Deep and claiming. It’s not a kiss that I’ll ever forget in my life, even after we’ve gone our separate ways. That’s exactly what he wants it to be.
I shove myself away from him, barely managing not to run. Barely stopping to get my bag, I hurry to my car, not even stopping when Diana comes out of the lodge and calls to me. I ignore the look of hurt on her face when I turn away.
Maybe I can apologize to her some time, but I can’t stay here anymore. I have to get away.
As it is, I have to drive all the way home with Asher still on my skin. His taste still on my lips. His pleasure still humming in my veins.
The whole ride down the mountain I refuse to think about him. I won’t. I ignore him and his kiss and his commands until after I get home and take a shower. I scrub him from my body until I’m not imagining his hands on it anymore.
And I’m exhausted. I didn’t exactly get a lot of sleep on my wedding night. My wedding night.
But I force myself to sit down and email my father the pictures, careful only to include the ones that are rigged and not the ones that are real. He’ll be pissed when he finds out, but I’m pissed too. He shouldn’t have used me to hurt people. Especially not people like Asher.
I fall into bed and curse out loud. Now I’m thinking about him again. Who the hell am I kidding? I’ve barely been able to keep thoughts of him away. He was an amazing two-day stand. And that’s all he’ll ever be once our marriage is dissolved and behind me like it never existed.