Chapter 27

Anya had stopped resisting Ash almost right away. Not that it mattered. He had been willing to tie her up and gag her if it meant getting the conniving beauty back to his place and into his bed. The one taste he had of her only ignited the fire. He wanted more. He wanted everything. And he would take everything, even if it meant pissing off her very powerful kin.
She sat beside him in his black truck where he'd thrust her into the passenger seat, staring woodenly out of the tinted window. She hasn't said a word, not even to ask where they were going. Not that she ever did what he expected her to do. She wasn't like any woman he'd ever known. She frustrated him, infuriated him and ignited his lust like no other. Even now he had to stop himself from slamming on the brakes, yanking her across the space that separated them and fucking her right there in the front seat of his vehicle.
He gripped the steering wheel and tried to ignore the tantalizing fragrance of her fruity body lotion. She was wearing tiny jeans that were so tight they might as well have been painted on. He hated that she wore them in public, along with a low cut lacy top that showcased pink bra straps. Her signature army boots finished the ensemble. He wanted to tear everything from her, spank her ass for daring to play with him, and chain her to his bed where she couldn't cause more trouble.
He heard her breath hitch as the intensity of the atmosphere within the vehicle ratcheted up. Good. He wanted her worried. And desperately turned on, like he was. He could almost smell her arousal. She shifted in her seat, just an inch, and clenched her knees together.
Every movement she made, every sigh, was like torture. He needed her underneath him, taking his cock into her body. Then maybe he could think straight. Try to figure out what this chick wanted with him.
Ash pulled into his driveway and pressed the garage door opener. She sat up straighter in her seat as he pulled into the dimly lit garage. He could feel the questions on the tip of her tongue, but she was uncharacteristically quiet.
"My place," he said.
She nodded, looking everywhere but at him.
He ushered her into the house, turning off the security system. He heard nails hitting the hard floor and swore out loud seconds before Bane rounded the corner. Anya jumped behind Ash, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and squeaking in fear as the oversized Rottweiler lunged for them.
"Bane, down!" Ash yelled as Bane launched into the customary greeting of licking and jumping. After a few seconds, Bane turned his attention to Ash's guest. The sneaky dog had gone between his legs, grabbed her booted foot and yanked. Anya went down with a scream and Bane wiggled between Ash's legs to get on top of her.
Seconds later Anya was laughing and screaming as the dog attacked her with kisses. She covered her face with her arms and rolled onto her side, her body heaving with laughter.
"Fuck, Bane!" Ash grunted, wrapping a fist around Bane's collar and dragging him off of Anya. "Get off!"
Finally able to move, Anya pushed herself up into a sitting position. Both dog and master stared mesmerized at the dishevelled girl. The thin straps of her shirt and bra were half way down one arm, showing off a good portion of bared cleavage. Her black and blue hair was a wild, sexy mess, bouncing around her head and shoulders. Her legs were bent at the knees and spread, braced against the tiled floor. In that moment though, the most beautiful thing about her was the grin that stretched her full, purple painted lips. She looked young and innocent.
Ash had never wanted a woman more in his life.
"Bane, out!" he snarled, pointing at the door to that led to the rest of the house from the laundry room, where they had come in through the garage. Bane bounded off, tongue hanging out.
Ash slammed the laundry room door shut and turned to Anya who still sat sprawled out on the floor. Ash reached back and yanked his shirt off, baring his muscular tattooed chest to her. She licked her lips and looked up at him with sultry, questioning eyes glowing blue through the heavy makeup that seemed to be her signature.
"Come here," he grunted, unbuckling his jeans and pulling the zipper down.
Anya pulled her legs in and rolled onto her knees. She looked up at him, her eyes lingering over the planes of his skin. "I'm not sure this is a good idea Ash," she whispered. "My brother"
"I said come here." Ash reached down and grabbed her by the back of her neck. Applying pressure, he forced her to crawl forward until she was kneeling on the floor under him. "I don't give a fuck about anyone else right now Anya, I want those lips wrapped around my cock."
She moaned, her eyes drifting closed for a second and then opening to look up at him. "Ash"
He pulled his rock hard penis out and took it in his hand. "I want to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours. I've dreamed of nothing else since the moment I first saw you at that fight."
"Oh god, yes!" she moaned sliding her hands up his legs and resting them tentatively on his hips.
He pushed her head forward and pressed the tip against her lips, smearing pre-cum over the purple lipstick, revelling in the shine it created. He wanted to mark her in some way, to make sure she knew who she belonged to. Make every part of her body belong to him. Ash had never felt this intense need to possess a woman as he did with the little Russian beauty.
Anya flicked her tongue out and ran it across the underside of his cock, tasting him, testing to see how he would react. Her blue eyes watched him as his body tensed. Ash clenched the fist that wasn't in her hair to keep himself in check. She was so small, too easily hurt if he lost control with her.
She opened her mouth and tentatively took him into her. Her eyes continued to watch him as she sucked him in as far as she could take and then slid her mouth back. He threw his head back, tendons standing out in his neck. Groaning, he flexed his fingers against her head, cupping her with a massive hand and encouraging her to continue.
Anya quickly found a rhythm and increased her pace.
Ash groaned. "You have to stop babe, I'm about to explode."
She shook her hair and crowded in closer to his body, digging her nails into his hips and ass, holding him to her as she increased the pressure of her mouth on his dick. She licked and sucked, moaning her pleasure as she felt the tremors go through his big, muscular body.
"Fuck baby!" he growled, using his hand to guide her, showing her what he liked without forcing her to take too much. "I'm going to come."
She nodded and ran her hands up his sides as far as her arms could reach and dug them into his bare skin. The suction of her gorgeous mouth combined with the tiny pain inflicted by her nails sent him over the edge. He grabbed her head in both hands pumped twice into her willing mouth and then held her still while he emptied himself into her mouth and throat.
He held her that way for a few seconds, looking down at her in satisfaction as she swallowed every drop and used her tongue to swipe at the hole in his penis in case there was more.
Finally he pulled away from her, reaching out to lean against the wall of the laundry room. Slowly his breathing returned to normal, but the feral, possessive look he gave her didn't diminish.
She looked like she didn't know what to do, which Ash was beginning to realize she didn't like. When Anya wasn't in control of a situation she ran away from it. Ash was going to have to teach her to stop running from him. He liked to be in control and he planned on teaching this woman how to take what he dished out without disappearing after.
He reached down, heedless of his semi-hard cock still on display for her viewing pleasure, and picked her up under the armpits lifting her right off the floor and setting her on top of his washing machine. Sitting there, with her legs dangling down, she was nearly the same height as him. He reached out, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and pulled her into a searing kiss.
He devoured her lips with every ounce of lust and possession he felt for her. Wanting more, he took her face in his hands and applied pressure to her jaw until she opened to him, allowing him access to the part of her that had rocked his world seconds before.
Without breaking the kiss, he reached down, unzipped her jeans and yanked them down her legs. He had to bend to pull them off her hips, which meant ending the ravishing kiss.
"Ash!" she gasped in shock and supplication as he yanked her jeans and panties off her body along with boots and socks.
"Shirt off!" he growled.
Before she had a chance to do it herself he had the delicate fabric in his big fists and was pulling it over her head. The sound of tearing only seemed to spur him on. Without bothering to unclip her bra he yanked it over her head and sent it flying the way of her shirt.
"I want you so fucking bad woman," he said, kissing and nipping every inch of skin displayed before him.
"Yes," she sighed, tipping her head back when he latched on to one of her small breasts and sucked the nipple into his mouth. "Oh my god, Ash!"
He sucked hard on her breast, closing his teeth over the delicate nipple and applying enough pressure that she felt the sting. He shook at the need to simply devour her and thrust into her body with savage force. He was rewarded for holding back when she moaned long and low in her throat and thrust her breasts out for more attention. Ash switched to her other breast and then began moving down her body.
Glancing up he saw her eyes grow wide and uncertain when she realized where he was headed. She clenched her thighs, but he thrust his hips between her knees, forcing her legs to accommodate him. Grabbing her by the backs of the knees he yanked her forward on the washing machine until her ass was on the very edge. The momentum made her fall back on to her elbows, tilting her hips up and displaying her pussy to his hungry gaze.
"You are so fucking hot, baby," Ash growled, dropping to his knees in front of her.
"Ash!" she gasped, trying to sit up properly.
He stopped her with a heavy hand on her stomach. He pinned her down with one hand and with the other he lifted her leg over his shoulder, giving himself better access to the part of her he'd being dying to taste. He swiped his tongue down her, from clit to ass causing her to jump.
Her body was flushed pink from embarrassment and excitement. She was helpless laying on the washing machine, naked and at his mercy.
Unable to control his need for her, Ash buried his face in her pussy and thrust his tongue deep inside. After a minute he replaced his tongue with two of his fingers and attacked her clit with his mouth. She began shaking uncontrollably under the dual onslaught, widening her legs to increase the sensations rushing from her centre outwards.
Ash lifted his head, his icy blue eyes pinning her. "Come for me baby."
"Oh god, oh god, Ash, I can't take it!" she moaned weakly.
"Do it for me baby, right now." He tongued her clit, circling the engorged bud with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth.
With a scream, Anya came, fluid from her pussy gushing, slipping over his hand and easing the friction. He continued to pump his fingers slowly in and out of her body, twisting them each time. He watched as she collapsed back onto the washer, her head touching the wall behind her, breath shuddering in and out of her body.
Pulling his fingers out of her wet heat, Ash shoved his jeans down and kicked them out of the way. Anya watched him intently and then squealed as he reached out, picked her up off the washing machine and tossed her over one broad shoulder.