Page 111 of Savage Grace

“Do me a favour though and put a bullet in their heads before you burn the place down?” Toni said over his shoulder while ushering Rome outside. “Just for peace of mind.”

“Don’t fuckin’ mind if I do,” Ashe smacked me on the ass and guided me out the door, shutting it slightly so I couldn’t see as he turned and fired his gun four times.

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ZARINA

The water pressurein Ashe’s house was so much better than mine. So after the whole incident with The EA, which was now extinct, I stayed under his shower until the water ran cold.

He was still with the club, probably briefing the rest of the Redliners about what had happened in that warehouse.

I asked him to keep his descriptions brief when I was around, because I wasn’t sure just how much I wanted to know about the things my family endured just so those brats could get a hard on.

Toni was fine, even though Rome had forced him to get checked out by the family doctor anyway. He’d been knocked out for quite a while, and she was worried that his cheeriness was uncharacteristic.

Which to be fair, it was.

I turned the water off and wrapped myself in one of Ashe’s fluffy black towels, letting myself linger in the steamy bathroom for a while before worrying about getting dressed.

“You still here, darlin’?” I heard him call out and the door close behind him.

“In here!”

The bathroom door cracked open, and Ashe leaned against the frame, smirking down at me.

My arms continued working to pull the brush through my hair, but my mind was completely fixated on the sight of him in front of me.

His big arms flexing, the veins in his hands popping slightly with the grip he had on the door frame, the way his shirt lifted up slightly, giving me a tease of the firm stomach and trail of hair that disappeared down the front of his pants.

God, I wanted to bite into him.

But even more attractive than his body, his smirk, his face, was the way he was looking at me right now.

The way that he always looked at me.

Like I was someone so fucking interesting. Like he saw right through the pretty exterior and into the bullshit mess that was inside and still wanted me more than anyone had ever wanted anyone before.

I’d seen that look before.

My brothers and my friends looked at their wives and girlfriends that way, but I had never been on the receiving end before. Even standing in his bathroom, dripping like a drowned rat, with mascara smudged around my eyes and my waterproof lipstick fraying around the edges of my lips, he looked at me like I was the fucking sun after a persistent wet season.

“You’re a sight, ya know that?”

I arched a brow. “A good one?”

He chuckled, and my stomach flipped. “A fucking beautiful one.”

Ashe closed the space between us then, standing behind me and gripping the bathroom counter, caging me against him. He dipped his head into the crook of my neck, dragging his nose against my shoulder until he pressed his lips against my throat, humming a little as he did it.

I closed my eyes, letting the tingle that came after rush through my body, down my spine, and settle right between my legs. A shudder of a breath escaped me, and his mouth stretched into a smile against my skin.

His hand gripped my hip, squeezing it hard and pulling me closer against his body. I felt his hard length pressed against me, the evidence of just how much he wanted me, and I bit down on the whimper that rose in my throat.

“Ashe,” I said, without having words to follow it.

And like he knew, he chuckled, yanking at the towel wrapped around me and letting it fall to the ground. I watched him through the reflection of the mirror, and met his dark eyes there, roaming.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, shaking his head as his gaze moved down.

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