In Your Clutches

Part 40: Insanity In My Veins

|⚠️WARNING! MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.⚠️|

AMELIA

Rubbing my hands on my thighs, I turned my head and watched the cars passing by us.

I wondered where they were going, who they were going to reach at the end of their journey. Maybe they weren't going anywhere, just sailing through life.

You're not even making any sense, Amelia. Shut up your babbling mind.

For the rest of the ride, he didn't speak to me, so I didn't think it would be a good idea to force a conversation on him. Maybe he was already regretting kissing me? Or maybe he had been playing and I was too dense to notice we were acting? Could he be that cruel?

I'd waited for him to say something about everything that had happened but when he didn't bring it up and chose to act like nothing was wrong... well, why poke the bear right? However, maybe if I apologised, he would soften at least enough to speak again.

Gaah... He was making both my heart and my head hurt with his loud silence.

I jumped out as soon as the car was parked.

Asher had given me my own key to the house, but I still waited for him to let us in. No matter what he said, this little palace was his, not mine. I was more like a glorified roommate than a wife.

When Asher came up next to me, I avoided eye contact and waited for him to unlock the door. Truth be told, I had planned to run to my room and hide there for a few months, but as soon as we walked in and Asher closed the door behind us, he grabbed my hand and pinned me to the wall.

My breath came out in a whoosh as my back hit the wall, hard. "Asher," I gasped, shocked.

He captured my face in his hands and my heart skyrocketed when I saw the look on his face.

"Do it again," he growled.

My eyes on his, my breathing hard, I quietly asked, "Do what, Asher?"

"Kiss me like that. Again." It almost sounded like a threat.

I swallowed and looked down at his lips. "That wasn't me," I whispered, my voice barely functioning. "You kissed me." I fisted my hands and pressed them against the wall. My body was shaking with months of want and need for him.

God, I'd wanted a boy to look at me like he was looking at me at that moment ever since I'd learned about how a boy should kiss a girl. He was my perfect guy.

"Oh, no, Juliette," he said as he ran his nose against my neck, breathing me in. He was breathing me in! "That was all you."

His lips ghosted over mine and I took a quick, sharp breath. When he backed off an inch or two, taking his warmth away, I found myself going after him like a puppet being played.

He tilted his head. "Kiss me, Amelia," he repeated again, his eyes locked on mine.

Starved for him, I launched myself into his arms. My arms went around his neck and I roughly pulled him down to my lips. That was all the invitation he needed. He pushed me back against the wall and let me take what I wanted.

When I tilted my head to deepen the kiss and tasted his tongue on mine, he groaned. Bending down, his hand reached under my skirt for the curve of my ass and he hoisted me up against the wall.

I squealed into his mouth, but he didn't break our kiss. That was the point where he took over and gave me something I'd never had with anyone.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on tighter, threading my fingers into his hair and pulling on them slightly.