BURNING BRIDGES

Ash's POV

The next night, I showed up at Andreas's private room exactly at ten PM, my stomach a knot of anticipation and dread.

He was already there, sprawled on the bed this time instead of the couch, wearing nothing but black silk pants that hung low on his hips. 

"Punctual," he said approvingly. "Come here." He beckoned unto me.

I crossed the room, my feet feeling like lead. When I reached the bed, he sat up, his hands going to the hem of my shirt, already undoing my button.

"Let me," he said softly. “I want you tonight.” He gently whispered into my ears then he bit my earlobe gently. “And you're going to let me.”

He undressed me slowly, reverently, like unwrapping a gift. When I was finally naked, he pushed me back onto the bed, climbing over me.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his hands roaming. "I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before."

As his hands moved lower, I couldn't help but gasp as he grasped my dick through my boxers. “I'm going to kiss you.”

And then he did.

His mouth was everywhere—my neck, my chest, trailing lower. When he took me in his mouth, I arched off the bed, a broken sound escaping me that I'd never made before. "Please," I gasped, and distantly I heard him laugh.

"There it is.” He wrapped a tie around my neck and pulled me into a sitting position, while lifting my chin with his finger. “I knew you could beg."

That was a big mistake in my path. Horniness did make one act like an animal in heat who couldn't wait to be penetrated.

He reached for a bottle of lube on the nightstand, and my stomach clenched with a mixture of fear and want. I'd never done this before—never been with a man, never been with anyone really beyond fumbling teenage experiences that barely counted.

"Relax," Andreas said, his fingers gentle as they worked me open. "I've got you."  He was surprisingly patient, surprisingly attentive to my reactions, making sure I was ready before he finally pushed inside.

The stretch burned, but it also felt impossibly good. When he started moving, I forgot everything—forgot why I was here, forgot my mission, forgot that I was supposed to hate this man.

All I could focus on was the pleasure building in my core, the feel of his body against mine, the way he whispered filthy encouragement in my ear.

"That's it, baby.” His arms wrapped around my neck, in a good way to while he increafed his pace. “You're doing so good for me."

When I came, it was with his name on my lips, my body arching against his as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He followed moments later, burying himself deep as he found his own release.

We collapsed together, both breathing hard, sweat-slicked and satisfied.

After a moment, Andreas pulled out carefully and scooped me up. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up."

He carried me to an attached bathroom I hadn't noticed before, setting me in a massive shower. The water was hot, perfect, and when he began washing me with gentle hands, I felt something crack in my chest.

We didn't speak as he cleaned us both, his hands thorough but not sexual now. When we were done, he dried me off like I was something precious and led me back to the bed.

 I was exhausted, sated, and when Andreas pulled me against his chest, I didn't resist.

"It's late," he said, his hand stroking my hair. "Stay the night."

"I should go." I muttered, but my legs were aching and I wasn't about to waddle home like a duck. 

"Should, but you won't." His arms tightened around me. "Stay, Raine. Just for tonight."

I was weak, because my body was still humming with satisfaction, and some part of me craved this intimacy I'd been denying myself, so I stayed.

As I drifted off to sleep in the arms of my family's destroyer, wrapped in expensive sheets with his heartbeat steady beneath my ear, one thought echoed in my mind:

I'm in so much trouble but tonight, I'd let myself have this. Even if it damned me completely.