Page 33 of Ash and Poison

“N-no. It’s a threat,” I said. She chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine.

“You sound so sure of yourself. But I’ve met worse men, and they…” She trailed off, her voice taunting. I knew she had almost admitted to killing them. My pulse quickened and my cock jerked.

“They?”

“They failed, Asher.”

I smiled, turning her around until she was looking into my eyes, and the look in her eyes made my breath catch.

“Fuuck, Little Psycho.”

She licked her lips, her fingers coming around my throat, making me groan.

“I want to…” I trailed off, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse. I traced the skin above her breast, feeling how soft she was. “See you. Naked.”

“You don’t want to kill me anymore?” she asked, grabbing my hand in hers, and dragging it down until it was pressed against her breast. Soft and full.

I brushed my lips against her neck, just beneath her ear. “Killing you is still the plan. This is… just a diversion.”

Her laugh was low and throaty.

My hand trailed lower, slipping beneath the lace edge of her bra. I explored the curve of her breasts, savoring the way her body responded—arching slightly into my touch, her breath quickening just enough to betray her.

She tugged at my shirt, undoing buttons one by one until the fabric fell away. Her nails grazed over my chest, light and teasing.

“Be as cocky as you want, but when I’m done with you, Pussycat, you won’t survive,” she whispered, her tone dripping with mischief.

I chuckled, catching her chin between my fingers and tilting her face up to meet mine. Her eyes sparkled with defiance and desire, and damn, it was utterly intoxicating. Enough to make my cock harder.

If it went like this I might one day die of a permanent erection.

Asher Maddox. Died of priapism. Would be one heck of an epitaph to write on one’s tombstone.

“Show me,” I challenged.

She didn’t hesitate. She slid her hand down my cock. “Careful what you wish for,” she purred, her smile both wicked and inviting.

“You know me. Careful isn’t my thing.” I captured her lips with a sigh.

Her fingers skimmed over my waistband, teasing, testing until I groaned against her lips.

My hands tightened on her waist, pulling her flush against me, the heat of her body searing through the thin layers between us.

I kissed against the curve of her collarbone, and she tilted her head to grant me better access. My lips moved lower, teasing the edge of her bra.

Grinning, I lifted her, sitting her down on the table. Her gasp turned to a moan when I pressed my lips against hers, deeper, rougher, leaving no question of who was in control.

She grazed my chest, nails skimming down the sword, before following the wings on either side.

“Beautiful,” she grunted as her fingers moved lower. Her fingers reached the tip of the sword, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that left my lips. Her eyes were smug as she pressed a finger against the waistband and tugged.

“You’re going to drive me insane.”

Her grin was satisfied. “That’s the idea,” she whispered, her fingers moving lower until she met the bulge in my pants. Breath ragged, she met my eyes, her gaze burning with a hunger that made me breathless.

That look… God, that look was enough to unravel me.

Her fingers trailed down my cock, slow and deliberate, like she was learning the shape of it, and I was so close to coming again.