Page 71 of Darkness I Become
“We were never together, so there was no need. What’s got you all upset? You want me all to yourself?”
Yes,Asha thought, but then the image of Lana’s big, soft thighs resurfaced.And no.
She stood up, unsure what to do with herself. “I just saw the way you look at her, that’s all.”
Cade’s eyebrows shot up, and he sat back in his chair.
“And what about the wayyoulook at her, huh?” he asked, his gaze darkening. “You thought I wouldn’t notice how you watch her lips when she talks? Or the way you smiled when she touched your arm? How you like it when she flirts with you?”
Asha opened her mouth, but no words formed. She closed it, feeling suddenly parched.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said, but her throat was so dry that it almost came out as a whisper.
His small smile was predatory. “Oh, I think you do. Tell me, how wet are you right now?”
He said it conversationally, as though asking about the weather. A wave of mortification swept over her.
“I’m not,” Asha answered primly, smoothing her shirt.
She moved to walk past him, but he caught her wrist in a tight grip.
“Asha,” he said, and his tone was the same commanding, clipped one he used to give orders, “you’re going to show me. Right now.”
Her nipples peaked as Cade pushed his chair away from the table. She couldn’t help meeting his wicked gaze, filled with amusement and arousal. He stood with agonizing slowness, tormenting her.
“Bend over,” he murmured, his hands curling around her hips. He eased her onto the table, face down. “Keep your hands at your sides.”
His silky, authoritative tone sent shivers down Asha’s spine, and as usual, it made her want to give him what he wanted. She breathed deeply through her nose as he took his time unfastening her pants and pushing them to her knees. Bare-assed and desperate for relief from the pulsing heat in her pussy, she whimpered as Cade sunk two thick fingers inside her.
“Oh, greedy girl, you’re soaked,” he crooned. “Lana gets you that worked up, huh? I don’t know whether to be jealous or fucking hard. What do you think?”
He pumped his fingers, and Asha squeaked out, “Both. Oh God, both.”
Cade’s dark chuckle prickled her skin with awareness. “Is that you too, my angel? Jealous and sopping wet?”
“Yes,” she croaked, and he rewarded her with a third finger. “Oh fuck, yes, sir. I hate the idea of you together, but I-I also…”
“You also what?” When she didn’t respond, he stopped, and she let out an embarrassing whine. “Tell me, or I’ll punish you by leaving you high and dry. Your choice.”
Asha took a deep breath, then said in a rush, “I also want you both. So badly.”
Cade made a sound of approval deep in his throat.
“Good girl, telling me what you want,” he growled, and his fingers disappeared as she heard him fumble with his belt. A minute later, she moaned wantonly as he slid his rigid cock into her and started to fuck her.
He settled one hand on her hip, holding her steady, and the other squarely on her back, pressing her firmly against the table. She loved his gentle restraint, the way it paradoxically made her feel safe. He had her. He wouldn’t let go unless she gave the word.
Pleasure surged through her as his hips sped up, and delicious pressure built at her core. The sloppy, erotic sound of their bodies slapping against the table stoked the flame of her desire ever higher.
“Can’t help myself,” Cade said between thrusts, suddenly sounding hoarse. “Thinking of you with her. I keep going back and forth between wanting to tell you that you belong tome, that nobody else caneverfucking touch you…and wanting to order you to eat her pussy while I watch.”
Asha imagined Lana, legs splayed wide and head thrown back, as she licked her perfect pink clit…and knowing Cade stood over them, watching, stroking his substantial cock. The image was almost too much, and she mewled helplessly against the table, her pussy pulsing around him. She was soclose.
“Oh, fuck,” Cade grunted, feeling her tighten. “My little slut loves that thought, huh? Making her come with your mouth, all because I told you to?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Asha babbled. “I love it. I want it.”
“You want to come, my angel?”
