CHAPTER 57

There she was, curled up in the fetal position with her hair flowing around her in her silk nightdress. She was the perfect picture of innocence, serenity and loveliness. She was a woman alright, with the swell of her breasts above the neckline of the gown and the obvious arch of her hips and buttocks but she had looked like a child in sleep until she had woken up to the door opening.
Shana's eyes blinked rapidly as she cleared the sleep from them and the first words out of her lips when she realized he was really there were, "You are home."
The words were so softly spoken he hardly heard them but he did and it had felt almost normal to smile at her and go wrap himself around her on the bed, like nothing had happened between them. And the weirdest thing was , he truly felt like he was home.
"What are you doing in here?," he asked coldly. "I thought I made myself clear."
Shana could not stop the yawn that escaped and it seemed to make Asher's face go harder. She felt so tired and sleepy. "The room was cold," she said in a small voice and added, "and lonely without you," in her thoughts.
"Then you should have turned on the heat. You should know that much," he replied harshly. She just stared at him without a reply.
"Come back to bed and never use any room in this house apart from the one I placed you in," he said and turned to leave, expecting her to follow after him. Shana thought of rebelling as she got out of the bed but she was just too tired to have a go at it with him. Besides, she had been the one with secrets that hurt their marriage.
She followed after him, remembering that once upon a time, he had referred to the room as 'our' but now, it was 'the room I placed you in." It could not get any worse than that.
Asher closed the door as soon as she entered the room and snatched her into his arms for a hot, toe curling kiss. Her arms went around him urgently and he deepened the kiss. His tongue duelled with hers as his hands roved all over her back, then moved down to squeeze her backside through her gown. He gave a loud moan in pleasure as his hands went under the gown to pat her bare ass. She moaned at the contact and her hands went hurriedly to his shirt.
Like he was feeling her skin, she wanted to feel his too but she could not get at his buttons as fast as she wanted. She unbuckle his belt, which was way faster and she untucked his shirt. Her hand went under the clothing to touch, raw hard, male flesh. Asher jerked at the contact.
He broke their kiss long enough to rip her gown down the middle, his hot gaze not once leaving her ripe and ready body. Then he back her up against the wall. She gave a little gasp as he bent and grasped her legs, wrapping them around his waist. Shana groaned as his pants rubbed against her sensitive skin and she could not help rubbing her hot centre back against his bulge through the pants.
Asher's hand went between her legs to torture her as he took her mouth in another kiss. He growled in approval when his hand came away wet. Then, he let down his zipper to free his raging erection. Shana swallowed convulsively at his huge penis. He looked larger than normal and her insides contracted hungrily.
For once, he allowed himself to look into her eyes as both hands went to her buttocks to support her weight when he drove himself into her. "Guide me in," he commanded with a tortured groan.
Her hand went down to hold his hot, hard and velvety length in her hand. She could not resist giving him a gentle squeeze as she placed the tip at the mouth of her and Asher let out an incoherent sound and swore, droving home into her body. The movement shifted her high against the door, her legs tightening around him as he continued to drive in and out of her like a demented man.
Then, she watched him as he hit his peak,his head thrown back as he gave a loud moan in pleasure, the vessels in his neck corded and looking like they were about to burst as he jerked and jerked, pouring himself into her.
Shana realized the night was not about her. It had never been from the beginning when after the last waves of his climax had hit, he pulled away from her body roughly and let her down. He stepped out of the pants hanging around his legs and then looked her from her head to her toes, his smile turning lewd as his hand crept forward to smooch one of her naked, heavy breasts. "Again, I must admit you are really good at this. Who knows? If you continue being a good girl and pay up for your sins with such fantastic and mind blowing sex, I might be kind enough to give you better terms regarding our arrangement," Asher said crudely.
He did not foresee the hand that came up to connect with his cheeks, her face flaming hot in anger as she moved to slap him again.
But he was faster than her this time around. His hands moved so fast, Shana was flat on her back on the bed before she realized he had grabbed her hand in his and carried her to dump her on the bed.
Then he was atop her, his hand going to her hungry centre to finger her. She clamped down in pleasure as a finger drove in and out of her.
"Why? Are you angry about what I said or because you didn't come while I was inside you?," he asked, another finger joining the one inside her.
"Asher...," she moaned, her head protesting the onslaught but her body moved in rhythm to his driving fingers.
"Never say my name," he chided and his hand squeezed her breasts hard in punishment, but it only heightened her pleasure. She moaned as her legs curled around him.
"Answer my question Shana," he said harshly, adding another finger to drive her crazy. Her motion became erratic as she tried so hard to reach for what was just within her reach but which Asher was hellbent on denying her, as he took his fingers away from her to look down her heavy laden eyes with satisfaction.
"What are you doing?," she asked in a weak, small voice.
"What does it look like, Crier?," he said the last word with a mocking lift of his lips.
"You are a bastard," she said as hot tears rolled down her temple. She knew well what he was doing.
His eyes glowed as he laughed. "Majority would agree with you."
He knelt between her legs and parted them roughly. "But I know you want this bastard," he said confidently, his gaze pointedly directed to her dripping center. Her hips moved in readiness, her desire betraying her.
"You are mean," she said as she tried to close her legs despite her hungry body but Asher was having none of that as he held her wide open to him with his hands on her knees.
"But you also want the mean me, Crier," he said as he laid on her and guided his erection into her. Her moan of pleasure was all the answer he needed.
"I guess I'm right," he said with a self satisfied grin. "But you are yet to answer my question. Does what I say anger you or you are angry because you didn't get your pleasure?"
He carried on the conversation like he was not at that point pumping in and out of her. Shana could not find any words to say to him as her eyes glazed over.
"You've to answer me if you want this to end well for you," Asher said as he withdrew from her. Shana moaned in angry protest.
"I hate the way you talk to me. I hate that you are doing this to me, to us," she said through the angry tears and tried pushing him off her with all her strength but it was nothing compared to his. "Get away from me, you bastard."
But her response was him driving home inside her, again and again till she was screaming his name in pleasure.
"You aren't so convincing with your claims to hating me."
They were the first words out of his mouth moments later, when they were both spent from pleasure and she felt her throat was sore from all the screaming. He had rolled away from her as soon as he was done with her to put on his discarded pants, like she was a hussy he picked by the roadside.
Shana simply laid on their bed as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. "I hate you," she said again.
He gave a low chuckle as he made his way to the bathroom, then fired back at her, "Not as much as I do you, Crier."