His eyes flashed dangerously, and then he grinned and muttered, “I want to do it again.”
The lone digit inside me started to make a “come here” motion, and I bit the inside of my cheek. Jesus Christ, it felt so fucking good. But I needed to be strong. “Things are different now. We can’t.”
If my men found out I was fucking the king of The Lost Boys, I would lose all respect, and to be honest, it wasn’t something I could risk. I was doing a fucking good job of losing their respect on my own. I didn’t need the help.
“I know we shouldn’t, but—” Aslan grinned into my mouth. “—you think you could stop me, bitch?”
My core clenched at the thought of him taking me roughly, brutally, and he felt it. I know this because he chuckled into my cheek.
I’d never given a single fuck about what people thought about me. I’d done bad things unapologetically my entire life. I did what I did, when I wanted to, because that was how Ling Nguyen rolled. And, at that moment, I hated myself for being the way I was.
Because I couldn’t say no.
My breath hitched. “Fuck me.”
I should’ve known what was coming.
Aslan smirked, pulled his finger out of my pussy, and stood. “I’m surprised at you, Ling. I thought it would be harder than that. Everyone talks about The Dragon Queen like she’s some fucking goddess, and look at you now.” He put his finger under his nose and closed his eyes, breathing my scent deep into his lungs. He sucked that finger into his mouth, licking it clean, and then smirked cruelly. “How does it feel, falling from the top, you weak-ass bitch?”
Well, shit. I ran my cold fingers over my now aching cheeks. It didn’t feel great, that was for sure.
Without a word, I reached under my desk and pulled out my gun, pointing it at him. When Aslan’s face blackened, I returned it with a grin. I did this because we both knew I had a lust for blood and would have no problem shooting him right where he stood. After all, he was in my house, and the disrespect he had shown was colossal.
I lowered my pistol and looked at him closely. “God, you’re beautiful.” When his face softened marginally, I went on. “But you’re right, of course. Thank you for the reminder.” My lips parted at the sight of him and I made a show of looking him up and down. “Sure, I’d like that cock in my mouth,” I admitted, my voice turning breathy, “choking me as you thrust balls-deep.” I shook my head slowly and sighed, watching his sudden regret. I leered inwardly. “I’ve always liked you, Aslan, and I’ll miss fucking you. Or, should I say—” I smiled cruelly. “—I’ll miss you fucking me.”
Aslan glared at me. “I know what you’re doing. It’s not working.”
“Is that why your dick’s harder than a minister’s prick at Sunday school?” I smirked when he reached down to adjust himself brazenly. I lifted my pen to my lips. “No one would need to know,” I told him, gazing down at the outline of his hard cock. “It would be our little secret.” My face became void of expression. “By the way, how’s your wife?”
I guess I had a death wish. That was the only explanation I had for asking about her—his Turkish princess. And when he lunged for me, I wasn’t prepared. Or maybe I was and I just didn’t care. I don’t know.
It was an issue lately, my lack of care.
The first blow was hard enough to have my face snapping to the side, and as I tumbled to the floor, I felt his strong body straddle me. My heart raced from the sheer exhilaration of being hurt. My temple throbbed and I loved it. I felt it all over, the pain, and I savored it like a lover. The second blow hit me as hard as the first, and when I managed to focus, Aslan was over me, his lip curled, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them.
He lifted a fist to deliver another blow, and that was when I smiled a bloody smile. “Now who’s weak?” When he realized I got him as badly as he got me, I laughed openly, spitefully.
Game. Set. Match.
Yeah, bitch. You wanna play?
I won this round.
Aslan didn’t understand that when I played, I only competed because I intended to win. At any cost.
It took a moment, but the now panting Turk sat back on his heels, and I was surprised when he muttered a weary-sounding, “Touché.”
Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulled out a clean, white handkerchief and handed it to me. Leaning up on my elbows, I took it and pressed it to my fat lip. It was bleeding. I knew this because the familiar metallic taste coated my tongue, and at that moment, I wanted nothing more than for Aslan to flip me over, pull down my panties, and fuck my ass as roughly as my body would allow.
Maybe even as roughly as it wouldn’t.
“Stop it,” he said, sitting back, leaning against my desk, and shaking his head at my open desire. “I’m not going to fuck you, Ling.” His brows narrowed. “You’re so messed up, baby.”
Tell me something I don’t know.
Removing the cloth from my face, I smiled through my split lip. “That’s why you love me.”
I was joking, of course. What he said next, I didn’t see coming.
Aslan watched me a long while before he cupped my cheek gently, and murmured, “That’s why I love you.”
My heart stuttered.
I didn’t like what his declaration made me feel. So I changed the direction of this meeting.
My small hand came to his on my cheek and I pressed my lips to the tip of his thumb, gently kissing it before pulling it into my mouth, sucking. Aslan’s lids shuttered and I sucked it deep. His lips parted and he let out a heavy breath.
Yeah. This was more my speed.
Pronouncements of love were wasted on me.
I didn’t do love. Not anymore. Love hurt too much, I’d learned, and the type of pain it caused was not my kink. Not even close.
Which was why I released his thumb with a pop and licked my lips before resting my hard gaze on him. “Get out of here, Turk.”
He stared at me a moment, unblinking, before he stood and tugged at the bottom of his jacket, straightening himself. When he held out a hand to me, I slapped it away, standing on my own and smoothing down the front of my dress.
Aslan stepped forward, closer than I would have liked him, and he searched my battered face. “I didn’t mean for this meeting to go in the direction it did.”
My chest ached.
I couldn’t deal with the affection that lined his voice. I didn’t want it. He needed to go.
Looking back over my shoulder, I shrugged it off. “Don’t worry about it.” Then I threw him my smiling eyes. “I just have that affect on people.”
Just leave.
He looked disappointed in himself. “You’re infuriating.” He spoke low, to himself. “Why the fuck do I want you so badly?”
With a light sigh, I sat back in my
desk chair. “The same reason every other man I’ve screwed wants me, Sadik. I let you be who you want to be, who you really are. I bring forth your demons, and I fuck them too, because it makes me happy to see men lose control of themselves. Because it makes me hot to watch a good man be bad, and it’s so easy to do. Because I like to be taken rather then wooed. Pain makes me wet, and I know that’s screwed up.” I blew out a long breath and smiled warmly at him. “But that’s who I am. I couldn’t change, even if I wanted to.” My smile waned. “Believe me. I’ve tried.”
Didn’t he see what I really was? A cancer on this world, plaguing every man I met.
I was a sexually transmitted disease, and Aslan was just one of a long list of those infected.
The sad fact was men liked their girls insane. I was proof of that.
When he came to me, taking my face in his hands and looking deeply into me, my chest tightened at the concern in his eyes. He brought his full lips to mine, kissing me gently, and I let him, because I was a sadist.
My heart clenched painfully at what he said next.
“I know what your father did to you,” he spoke against my lips before pulling back. “Knowing what I know now, I’d have slaughtered him.” He held my face fast and looked down at me almost desperately. “I’d have killed him. Tortured him. Taken him apart, piece by piece, fed him to the dogs.” He was crazy. Why did I like that so much? “I’d have done it for you.”
A solid warmth spread through me. I should not have been feeling what I was feeling.
“I don’t need a man to protect me, Turk,” I told him, stepping back and watching his hands fall. Men had let me down my entire life, and I would never put myself in the position to have that happen again. “I save myself. Always have, always will.”
Aslan sighed, but he did it with smiling eyes. “I know.” When he turned to leave, he paused at my door. “See you later?”
Jesus, he was annoying.
I rolled my eyes. “You don’t know how to take a hint, do you?”
He blew me a kiss, grinning hard, and then I was alone.
It was an odd feeling, really. For the first time since Twitch died... I didn’t want to be alone anymore.