Kallie looked away and Ash’s arms uncurled.
“You thought about going back to him.”
“I thought it was a nice sentiment,” she said as her voice wavered. “Proof that he really had been paying attention to me more than I thought he was. But then why would he buy that necklace now? Send it to me now after he’s so royally fucked me over?”
Ash stayed silent and watched as a tear rolled down her cheek.
“I called him and told him I couldn't accept the gift, and he said if I didn’t want to hassle with returning it, then I could meet him for dinner and drop it off. So, I’m meeting him tonight to give it back.”
That manipulative bastard. What the fuck did he think he was doing? Scratch that, Ash knew that man knew what he was doing. Her ex still had a choke hold on her and he could see it in Kallie’s eyes. The conflict. The hurt. The confusion. Ash didn’t like any of this one fucking bit. He didn’t like watching his Kallie being manipulated by a man who was nowhere near good enough for her. Even if she was simply going to dinner to tell this man it was over between the two of them, he knew she was walking into a dangerous trap.
Kallie was his.
And he wanted to protect her.
Ash was also nervous. The part of him that wasn’t dripping red with anger was truly nervous about her meeting up with this guy. They had a history, and Kallie wasn’t the type of girl to take marriage lightly. What if her ex tried to sweet talk her? What if he convinced her to forgive him? To give him a second chance?
Ash was overwhelmed with emotions, and before he could catch himself, he reached out for Kallie.
She squealed as he pulled her body into his. Jealousy ran through his veins as he brought his lips to hers. His chest was panting. His tongue pushed between her lips. His entire body was shaking as he clung to Kallie’s upper arms. He pressed his lips harder. Farther. Deeper. Raked his tongue along the roof of her mouth until his teeth clattered against hers.
He kissed Kallie until she responded, her body bending to his. He pressed his strong grip into her lower back, grinding her hips along his growing cock. Her tongue finally slid between his lips and he gripped her hair, tugging her head to the side. She whimpered. Moaned. Gasped for air as his teeth trailed down her neck.
He bit into her skin as her legs caved from underneath her. He could feel her trembling against him as her hands fisted his clothes. Kallie was his. His to protect. His to care for. His to spoil. No other man would take that from him. And he would make sure Kallie was sent off with a goodbye she wouldn't forget all throughout that damn dinner. His hands cloaked her back and he pulled her even closer, sinking his scent into her body.
He wanted her to go to that dinner with his cum drying on her thighs.
He barreled her into the wall of his living room and hoisted her off her feet. He pawed at her clothes. Listened as they ripped underneath his grip. He bit at her neck, leaving indentations behind filled with his saliva. He pulled her shirt down until her luscious tits popped out, then wrapped his lips around them. Felt them pucker against his tongue. His hands shoved her skirt up her legs, rolling the tight fabric against her skin so he could feel her bare thighs.
“Ash. What are you—?”
His mouth collided with hers again, and Kallie’s moan filled his throat. His hands fell to his pants, pinning her body between his chest and the wall. He shoved them down his legs until his cock sprang free, trembling with a need to be inside her. He fisted Kallie’s excess, gripping the meat of her thighs, and wrapped her legs around him. Her hands clung to his hair and he growled into her, raking his teeth along her lower lip.
Then he grabbed his cock and positioned himself at her pussy, readying himself for her warmth.
A warmth that was his, and no one else’s.
Chapter 15
Kallie
Kallie felt as if she’d been hit by a truck. The force overwhelmed her and left her breathless. Ash’s commanding movements and the desperation of his tongue. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Not even with him on the island. His hands clawed at her clothes. Ripped at the stitches of the fabric. It was as if he couldn't get close enough to her fast enough. Couldn't have her in his palms quick enough.
And with his cock pulsating at her entrance, Kallie found herself wanting more.
Ash shoved his cock into her body and set a relentless pace. His hips snapped against her, not giving her one ounce of a moment to adjust. To breathe. To catch herself. His lean chest pinned her into the wall and his hand fisted her hair again. Tugging her head to the side as his cock pressed against her walls. Her body gave into him. Her juices quickly slickened his skin. Her legs wrapped around him and pulled him closer, her heels pressing into the crook of his back.
“Holy shit,” she said breathlessly. “Ash.”
His hand commanded her head and her gaze up to his. Kallie locked her eyes, washing herself away in the darkened hazel stare of the man fucking her senseless. Her body was his, and she wasn’t in control. She hadn’t been since she pulled up to the curb, and the more he controlled her, the more she loved it. Her hands raked at his shoulders as he collided their lips again. His hips slammed against hers as she jumped up the wall. She felt her juices sliding from between her thighs, coating his cock and running down his balls that slapped wildly against her ass.
But before she could come—just as she hit that precipice—Ash slipped from between her legs.
“No. No. No. Come back,” she said with a whisper.
Kallie felt herself being peeled from the wall, suspended in midair. Ash moved them around the room, his growls filling the caverns of her ears. She felt herself being planted onto her feet before Ash’s hands fell to her hips, turning her around in his grasp. His hand fisted her hair again, this time bending her over the back of the couch. His knee knocked her legs farther apart, and she could feel the cool air of his penthouse making her pussy twitch.
“So tight for me. And so eager for my cock,” Ash said.