Page 39 of Temptation
“I like fire,” I whispered, keeping my eyes closed. “I like getting burned.”
“Do you now?”
“Mmhm.” I wiggled again. “You have no idea.”
Not even a second passed before he flipped me over, with me beneath his body, and his larger form hovering over me. His eyes blazed, fire burning in those dark irises, and he held my hands above my head. He pressed his dick against me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, loving and hating what he did to my body.
We both knew that my body would always respond to his.
Bodies, just like hearts, were traitorous little things. You often thought that you were in control, when in reality, you had nothing. When your body or your heart wanted something, it just took and took and took, fulfilling its animalistic urges.
And the yearning running through my veins was nothing but animalistic.
Last night was hazy, filled with bits and pieces, but I couldn’t connect them into the full picture. Yet I knew I screamed at him—I screamed at all three of them. That petty part of me wanted them to know how much they hurt me. I wanted Ash to know how much he hurt me. How much he made my heart bleed.
He thought he was the hero of this story, but heroes often became villains without even knowing. I never wanted a hero. I didn’t want to be saved or placed in the ivory tower. I wanted to be equal with somebody.
I wanted to give and take at the same time, and I wanted trust. I wanted the person who would trust me with their secrets, with their heart. I didn’t want halfway things. I needed a partner, not only this shell that Ash was willing to give me.
I pushed him off me and stood up, almost losing my footing.
“What the fuck, Sky?”
“Stay away, Ash,” I bit out and turned toward him.
His hair was disheveled, the outline of his dick visible over his black pants, but I averted my eyes, focusing on the place we were at.
“Where are we?” I asked him, looking around. It looked like a room of sorts, but there was nothing here apart from the bed and the small bedside table.
“The Church,” he murmured as if that answered my question.
“The Church?” I lifted an eyebrow at him and crossed my arms. “Could you be any clearer?”
He gripped the edge of the bed and looked down to the floor, breathing heavily, but I wasn’t going to relent. I didn’t give a fuck how he felt right now.
I was angry, abandoned by the people I thought I could trust, and he didn’t get to be the angry one in this situation.
“Ash?”
“I don’t know, okay?” He lifted his head and looked at me. “Kane and Rowan are outside, but that’s all I know. I didn’t exactly ask after you collapsed last night.”
“I collapsed?”
“Like a candle,” he gritted out. “What did you take?”
“None of your goddamn business. It stopped being your business a long time ago. Actually,” I laughed, “I don’t have to tell you anything. We’re not together, and even if—”
I never got to finish that sentence. In a blink of an eye, Ash was up on his feet and he pushed me toward the wall, wrapping his hand around my throat.
“Go on, Moonshine. Finish that fucking sentence.” He leaned down, dragging his nose over my chin. “I dare you.”
His grip on my throat lessened enough for me to speak again. “Even if we were together, you betrayed me.”
His teeth clasped around my earlobe, and as the pain ricocheted through my body, it hit the spot deep in my belly, igniting the fire I hated. I fucking hated what he could do to me. I hated everything about him.
“Think again, darling,” he purred. “Think carefully, because even when we’re not together, you’re still mine. You will always be mine, no matter what.”
His words shouldn’t affect me in the way they did, but with every word spoken, the wetness pooled in my center, running down, ruining my panties. I bit down on my lip to stop the moan from escaping my body.
