“Chloe,” I said. “Take your panties off.”
For the first time since we’d come into my room, I could see her hesitating. She wanted to do what I commanded so fucking badly, but her mind was telling her one thing while her body was shouting another. I could almost see the battle raging inside her head, but I didn’t let her listen to the voices. Instead, I raised her off my lap and turned her around until she was ass-up. She giggled, but it was followed by a gasp when my palm hit the naked skin of her butt, smacking her hard into submission.
“I told you, Chloe, you belong to only one person in this house,” I murmured in her ear. “And when I tell you to do something, you do it. Right?”
“Fuck you,” she managed to say, but I merely laughed at her, my fingers soothing the sore spot on her ass. She moaned again when I did it, massaging the spot where I’d hit her only moments prior. In moments, I had her gasping and begging.
“Take them off,” she said, unable to do so herself in the predicament she was in at the moment. I held her wrists with one hand, gently teasing her with the other, and I slid my fingers down her spine, toying with the hem of her panties, never going close to her pussy even though I could feel it dripping over my leg. She smelled fucking divine, like pure sin and sugar melted into one delicious, oh-so-forbidden treat.
“Ask nicely,” I taunted her. She shot me a look of pure disdain over her shoulder before moaning as my fingers slid along the inside of her thigh.
“Please,” she begged a second later. “Take my panties off, Asher, you have to. Please!”
With a single motion, I ripped her panties into pieces and watched them fall away from her body, revealing a toned, creamy little ass that I couldn’t wait to see bouncing on my cock. She gasped, but I didn’t let her move. I kept her in the position she was in, knowing full-well it was slightly humiliating to be put over someone’s knee like this, but also aware of the fact that she’d been leaving on some sort of date before I brought her in here—with my damn best friend, no less.
“Want me to touch you?” I asked, and she nodded eagerly, her hair spilling down her back as she wriggled with desperation. “Show me where, princess.”
Her fingers trembled as she placed them on the inside of her thigh, motioning for her pussy. “Right there?” I asked softly, tracing the trail she’d made until our fingers met on her pussy lips. She moaned and arched her back, which only made her fall into my arms. I made her straddle me, her hot sex pulsating against my groin and threatening to make me spill my load all over the armchair.
“Look at me, Chloe,” I said, and her big eyes focused on mine as I slid a finger between her folds. She drew in a sharp breath when I parted her and moaned sensually when I finally slid my finger inside her dripping pussy. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice low and ragged. “God, yes, I do…”
“Tell me you’re mine, then,” I said, a smile playing on my lips as she tried to get off from my fingers alone. “Tell me you belong to me. No one else.”
She glared, her expression changing as soon as I started pumping inside her with my finger. “Come on, princess, don’t be shy,” I went on. “Tell me who you belong to in this fucking house.”
“You,” she choked out, moans and shudders taking over her body. I thought she was going to come on the spot, what with the way she was grinding on my cock.
“That’s fucking right,” I murmured against her mouth. “You belong to me and me only.” I hooked my fingers inside her pussy and she came apart with a low moan, shaking as her juices soaked my hand. It made me grin like a madman, my cock so hard it was nearly bursting at that point. I picked her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her easily to the bed on the other side of the room.
I lay her down on my sheets gently, her body quaking as the sensation from the orgasm she’d just had slowly faded from her body, leaving her exhausted and panting for air. I reached for the buckle of my belt and undid it, and Chloe shivered on the bed below me as I did so, anticipating my next move with her eyes bright and wide.
“Still a virgin?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. Her eyes widened in surprise, and finally, she nodded, her lips parting softly as if she was about to beg me to take her virginity from her. She didn’t need to. I’d already decided I was going to be the first man inside Chloe Carlyle. “Let’s fix that.”
I pulled my pants down and her eyes widened, even though she’d already seen my cock. Had it in her mouth, no less. I approached her slowly, like a predator would when it was stalking its prey. She didn’t shy away from my touch this time—no, she leaned into my hand and whimpered when I stroked her hair as gently as I possibly could in the heat of the moment.
I climbed on the bed with her and she lay on her back, naked and completely exposed to me. I couldn’t believe I finally had her where I wanted her, naked and vulnerable, so damn defenseless to whatever I had in store for her small body.
“Don’t be scared,” I murmured softly against her mouth. Our lips molded together into a sweet kiss that only left me wanting more. “I’m not going to hurt you, Chloe.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, eliciting a low chuckle from me. “I…I’ve never done this. I don’t want to do something wrong. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Disappoint me?” I said, thinking back to a mere twenty minutes ago in the hallway when she’d been all too eager to get on my nerves and piss me off. But this was different. For the first time, she was showing me a vulnerable side of her, letting me see into her mind where all the darkness and worries lived. “That’s fucking impossible, Chloe. Now spread your legs.”
She did as she was told, her legs slowly sliding across the bed until her pretty pink pussy was revealed to me in all its glory. She was stunning, laid out like that for my enjoyment and shivering lightly with the anticipation of what was about to happen. I slid my fingers down the inside of her thigh and she moaned, arching her back off the bed and against mine. She was already so wet it was running down her legs, soaking her beautiful body in her own juices.
I toyed with her for a little while, my free hand going to my cock and stroking it in low, sensual motions, which made me groan. She was a sight for sore eyes sprawled out like that, and I could barely resist plunging into her—but I knew I had to. It was her first time, and I wanted there to be many more, so I needed to be gentle.
I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and she hissed at the sensation of my fingertip brushing against her clit. “So fucking wet,” I said, my hand pumping my cock even faster now. “Are you excited, Chloe?”
“Yes,” she said, the word barely above a whisper. “Please, Asher, please…”
“Please what?” I pinched her clit gently between my fingers, and her back arched off the sheets again. We both knew what she wanted, but I was a twisted bastard and I wanted to hear her say it out loud before I even thought about giving her what she wanted.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said, her voice heavy with acceptance as she finally admitted it. “Please, stop torturing me, Asher, I can’t take this any longer. Just fuck me.”
“Okay,” I said, getting on my knees in front of her trembling body. I positioned my cock at her entrance, probing her center and making her squirm under my touch. “It might hurt a little, but I promise it will feel better soon.”
I pushed myself inside her without any further warning, and she cried out. It was the sweetest, neediest sound I’d ever heard, and it made me groan and fill her up completely, any thoughts of taking it slow quickly flying out the door. I wanted her, needed her, and I couldn’t fucking wait to be inside her. I could feel the barrier between us break and she whimpered when it did and my cock slid deeper. I tried to go slow, but her sensual moans and the way she locked her trusting eyes with mine made it almost impossible.
“See, that wasn’t so bad,” I muttered against her lips, kissing her hard and trying my fucking best to not just pump inside her like my body was deman
ding I do. “Did it hurt too much?”
“No,” she replied, grinding her hips against mine as if by doing so, she’d manage to pull me in deeper. I groaned.
“I want to be gentle, Chloe,” I told her. “And you’re really fucking tempting me right now. Don’t do that, princess.”
“Please,” she said. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I reminded her, and she moaned impatiently beneath me, wiggling her ass and making me lose my mind. “Fuck, Chloe…”
My body started moving of its own accord, and I pumped inside her without further worry. I filled her pussy up with my cock, my balls hitting her ass as I fucked her. She moaned and begged, incoherent sounds that only made me grow harder inside her. My cock was rock hard and her walls were incredibly tight, pulling me deeper into her channel and threatening to make me blow my entire load right this fucking second.
“That feels amazing,” she breathed. “That feels so fucking good. God, Asher, please don’t stop doing that.”
I was almost delirious from thrusting within her, but I managed to grab her hips with one hand so I could pump myself in deeper. My other hand probed between her legs and she whimpered when I touched the spot where our bodies joined together. I wandered up and touched her clit gently, making her buck her hips and go totally fucking wild beneath me. She was grinding against me, mewling, repeating my name like a broken record, with the mere flick of my fingers against her clit. It sent her into a frenzy, begging and begging me to keep going until I could tell she was close to her breaking point.
“I’m gonna come,” she breathed, sounding almost surprised for a second before another low, sensual moan escaped her parted lips. “Fuck, I’m gonna…”
I didn’t go easy on her, and my thrusts only got harder as I massaged her clit. She arched her back off the bed and I was there to catch her, wrapping her in my arms as her body shook. She screamed my name so fucking loud I was sure the whole house would’ve heard, had we not been alone.
I felt myself coming undone at the sensations, the feel of her pussy tightening and pulling me even deeper, and I didn’t stop fucking her as she came apart in my arms. I was getting close too, and I hoped to god Chloe was on birth control because there was no fucking way I could stop right now.
I pumped inside her, repeating her name slowly and softly as I did so, her moans music to my ears as she slowly came down from her high. I finally felt myself letting go, even though I didn’t want to, even though I wanted to keep fucking her for hours, but it was impossible. I needed to cum, and it needed to happen in the next few minutes, or…
I couldn’t hold back. With a low groan, I burst inside her without any warning, my cum filling up her thirsty pussy and spilling down her thighs as I continued to pump myself inside her. “Fuck,” I breathed, and Chloe trembled in my arms, my name a whisper on her lips as I kept thrusting my hips against hers. “Jesus, Chloe, that was insane.”
She went still in my arms and I held her close, feeling my release leaking down her legs which she’d now wrapped around me possessively, as if she never wanted to let go of me. My hands stroked her back, and she moaned when my fingertips traced a line down her spine. She wrapped her hands around my neck and pressed herself impossibly close to me, her tits full and perky against my chest and my cock slowly growing softer inside her pulsating pussy.
“Thank you,” she whispered in my ear, nuzzling against my neck as I kissed the skin of her shoulders. “That was…so much more than I thought I knew it would be.”
“Yeah?” I trailed a line of kisses along her collarbone and she shivered when I found her throat and gently sucked on the skin there. “You knew it was going to be me? That I’d be the first man you came for?”
She protested and tried to pull out of my embrace, but I merely grinned at her and pulled her back into my lap, my cock slipping out of her wet hole and spilling the remnants of our sex all over the sheets. “That’s okay,” I murmured. “I knew it would be me, too.”
Fourteen
Chloe
“Ow!”
I’d just slipped and fallen on my ass in the attic, hard, and I took a deep breath and then giggled softly to myself as I rose to my feet and dusted myself off. I was exploring Briarwood again in an attempt to distract myself from Asher, because our parents were home, and I needed to stay away from him lest I jump his bones at the dinner table right in front of them.
And speaking of jumping his bones at the table, I’d almost done exactly that just twenty minutes ago at dinner. I had to excuse myself halfway through and claim I was feeling a bit ill, otherwise I probably wouldn’t have been able to resist sliding my foot right up into his lap across from me, which would’ve surely garnered attention from our parents.
And so here I was, roaming the house at seven o’clock at night in an attempt to stop myself from doing anything stupid. The last thing I needed was to get caught sleeping with Asher. But my god, how I wanted to, again and again.
And again.
Now that I knew why he’d treated me so weirdly—and badly, I might add—I understood and realized that he was actually protecting me in a weird sense, and that only tripled my attraction toward him. Weeks ago I’d wondered if maybe I was just a silly girl who only wanted bad boys, but this confirmed that I wasn’t. Asher wasn’t really a bad boy at all, and I wanted him all the more for it.
Still, that didn’t mean our wild attraction to each other was okay, and we needed to cool off as long as our parents were around, and as long as we were stuck living with them at Briarwood. Maybe after we both went back to college, it would be more acceptable for us to hook up….although by that stage, our parents would be officially married, so that wasn’t entirely likely.
Then again, nothing said ‘Claremont Bay’ more than a dirty scandal.
I guess I really did belong here.
As I dusted myself off, something caught my eye in the expansive attic, and I squinted at it. It looked like a half-hidden little door to another room, but I couldn’t think why an attic would need an extra room, or a hidden one at that. Then again, Briarwood was old and full of secrets, and I already knew from Asher that there were other hidden rooms around the place, like the secret alcove in the library downstairs.
Now there was a way Asher and I could keep hooking up without being seen—a hidden room! The library alcove was far too small, but if this attic room was large enough, we could use it. My head filled with images of clandestine meetings between me and Asher, and I smiled, stepped forward and brushed off the little doorknob before crouching down and stepping inside.
Because the room had obviously been shut for so many years, it hadn’t been as affected by the dust and other such things that the rest of the attic was prone to, so it didn’t send me into an immediate coughing fit. I glanced around, chewing on my lip as I sniffed the air. There was a vague coppery scent in the room, and I stepped forward and squinted as my eyes finally adjusted to the dim light.
What I saw filled me with horror.
There was an old mattress on the wooden floor, and it was covered in huge brown stains. Old blood. There was also an old-fashioned pale pink chenille robe with a floral trim, and that was covered in the same bloodstains.
Holy shit.
Had someone died up here? If so, who? How? And did anyone even know about it? I knew Briarwood had been in the St Clair family for years, but I doubted anyone ever came up here. For all I knew, these bloodstains could be fifty years old, and I could be the first person to have seen them in decades. After all, the chenille bathrobe was certainly old enough to back that theory up.
With my heart pounding and all thoughts of secret sexy meetings with Asher forgotten, I turned and dashed out of the room, sprinting through the rest of the attic and hurriedly climbing down the stairs which led to it. Just as my foot reached the base of the small staircase, a voice called out to me, and I could’ve sworn I almost had a heart attack at the sound.
“Chloe?”
I looked over to see Robert standing there, frowning at me.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” he went on. “Your mother and I wanted to see if you were feeling any better yet.”
“I…”
I couldn’t even find the words to reply, and Robert’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What were you doing up in the attic?”
“I was just looking around. I found a secret room up there,” I replied, finally able to construct a coherent sentence.
Robert’s face paled and his eyes widened almost imperceptibly, but it was enough for me to notice, and I realized he knew about the bloodstained articles in the room.
“What is that place?” I asked, taking a faltering step back from him. “Did someone die in there?”
He held up a hand. “No, Chloe, it’s not what it looks like.”
“What is it then? Because it looks like a serial killer has been living here at some stage in the last few decades.”
He sighed and ran a hand through his greying hair. “Come downstairs with me. I think it’s time we had a chat,” he said after a long moment of hesitation.
I didn’t see what choice I had—I was a little bit afraid he was about to murder me and stash my body in the secret attic room like whoever else had previously been in there—so I quietly followed him downstairs to the main formal dining room, where Mom and Asher were still sitting. Alex had just stepped in to serve up a platter of after-dinner cheeses, and Robert clapped his hands together.
“Take that back to the kitchen and put it away, Alex. You’re done for the night,” he said before turning to face the table. “Victoria, Asher, I’m taking you to Andaluz, so grab your things.”
Mom’s eyebrows shot up. “But we’ve already had dinner. What’s going on?”
“Chloe just called my attention to certain facts, and I think we all need to talk,” he replied.
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