Page 36 of Asher: My Russian Revenge
“Did you kill him?”
Ignoring me, he moves to a bar in the corner of the expansive space to pour himself a generous serving of vodka. I did the same thing when I entered. Lenin didn’t bring me in here for no reason, so I needed more than a glass of liquid courage to settle my nerves. Since it was all I had at my disposal, I went for it.
It fires my blood with adrenaline when I step closer to Asher. “I just wanted an update on my family—”
“Then you should have asked me!” His roar has me recoiling further than the two steps I just took. “Not go behind my back. He could have hurt you, Zariah!”
I’m stunned by his panic, but not enough to harness my reply. “He’s my uncle, Asher. He’d never hurt me. I shouldn’t have hidden like I did, but I didn’t think you’d let me talk to him if I had asked.”
“You’re right. I wouldn’t have, because you aremine, Zariah. Anything you want, anything you do, it all goes through me. You don’t need a leech like him giving you anything.”
I still, stunned by his protectiveness. I knew our exchange earlier tonight changed things between us, but this is taking it too far. He’s not just angry I hid from him. He sounds jealous. “He’s my uncle! Why the hell are you jealous of him?”
“Jealous? I’m not fucking jealous! I’m furious. You lied to me—forhim!” He points to the door he just walked through. “He just discovered what happens when you deceive me, and now you’re about to find out as well.”
“I didn’t lie to you. It was more a fib. . .”
My words trail off when he spins around to face me. His expression is impassive, his lips hard-lined. This is about more than rebellion and defiance. It’s much,muchdeeper than that. It’s just buried in memories too dense for me to work through while he’s staring at me as he is. His eyes are wild and filled with savage arrogance, and they’re locked on me. I’m going to pay my penalty tonight, just not in the way I expected.
I shouldn’t be excited, but I am.
“Bend over and flatten your palms on my desk.” When I attempt to grow a backbone, Asher’s snapped words nip it in the bud. “Defy me again and see how it works out for you. I have no patience tonight, Zariah, none, so I wouldn’t recommend testing it.”
I swallow my pride before leaning over his large glass desk to flatten my palms on it. The contrasting temperature between my body and the cool material is evident when a fog of condensation surrounds my hands within seconds of them spanning the glass.
Warm air whips around me when Asher raises the hem of my dress. He fans it across my back like a blanket, making the heat roaring between us even more paramount. When he glides his index finger down the material clinging to my sex, I wish I had put more thought into my deception. I nearly inserted a tampon when I hid in the bathroom like a coward, but held back, certain I wouldn’t have to prove I’m on my period.
I was a fool. I won’t make the same mistake twice.
“What happens when you disobey me, Zariah?” Anything I’m planning to say is cut off by Asher’s palm slapping my ass. As his breaths float over my ear, he spanks me another two times—hard. “You get punished.”
When he executes another two perfect smacks to my left butt cheek, a delicious burn races through my veins before tangling low in my womb. I nearly tilt my hips, seeking additional contact when I remember this is supposed to be about punishment, not pleasure.
Asher’s next four strikes come in quick, rapid-fired hits. They’re almost enough to send me flying over the edge of orgasmic bliss. My ass is on fire, but it has nothing on the blaze raging low in my stomach. I’m very close to detonation. I just need a little more.
I can barely taper the madness when Asher growls, “Don’t you dare come.” My legs wobble when his threat is delivered with two perfectly placed spanks—but not to my tingling backside. He dispenses them to the area that dampened more with every hit he delivered. He spanked my pussy—twice!
“It’s taking everything in me not to tear into your cunt as it’s begging me to, so I wouldn’t recommend pushing me to the brink, Zariah.” I love the way he says my name multiple times. It leaves no doubt he’s with me and only me. “Now, on your knees. I should get some benefit from your punishment, shouldn’t I?”
With my desire to have him in my mouth triumphing over everything else, I jump to his command immediately. I’ve been dreaming of this day for years, and I’m not willing to delay it for a second longer.
I’m just about to free his cock from his trousers when a splatter of red snuffs out my eagerness. My uncle’s blood is on his shirt. Not a little—a lot.
Pulling back an inch, I raise my eyes to Asher, deeply breathing on the way. “First, tell me you didn’t kill him.”
His teeth whistle when he draws in a long breath. He’s ready to argue that he’s the only one giving orders around here, but something holds him back. While he twists a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his wintry blue eyes drink me in. The heavy heave of his lungs exposes that he likes me on my knees in front of him, but he’s still conflicted.
I’m worried his silence is because he can’t put my worries to rest, but his honest words prove me wrong. “I didn’t kill him.” He slides his hand under my chin to raise it high in the air. “Thistime. I won’t hold back next time. Anyone you use to go against me, Zariah, will be punished right alongside you.”
I want to say the excitement trickling down my spine is from his confirmation my Uncle Nesti is safe, but that would be a lie. His scornful words, the jealousy firing in his eyes, and the ownership radiating out of him is too much. It’s all too much.
The trickle turns into a full-blown torrent when he instructs me to tilt my head back. “I’m going to feed my cock into your mouth. Show you how I like it sucked. For how defiant you are, I’ll say you’ll be doing this multiple times a day the next year or two, so I may as well teach you how to do it right. Are you up for the challenge, Zariah? I might not be able to bend your will, but with the right amount of training, I’ll teach those sexy, fuckable lips of yours that there’s better things they can do than lie to me.”
Year or two?Jesus—I thought this new game we’re playing would burn out as quickly as it started. I had no clue he was thinking long-term.
“Wet those dry lips, Zariah. Some moisture will stop the burn when you stretch around me.”
His command is near impossible to do when he frees his cock from his trousers, but I give it my best shot. For what I miss, I’m sure the precum beading at the crest of his cock will make up for it. He has a beautiful penis. Thick, long, and throbbing with as much buzz as his spanking caused between my legs.
