Ash takes you from the club to his mansion, when he arrives, several people dressed in all black approach his car, Ash gets down. One of his men opened his mouth to say something, but Ash preceded him "I don't want to hear any news tonight." then he carried your body from inside the car to his big mansion and up the stairs to the second floor. Ash stopped his steps right in front of the closed door. he lowered your tiny body that he initially carried. Your expression looks dazzled. You winced as you held your temples. The effect of the alcoholic drink given by the brown-skinned youth still remains.

Ash looked at your condition, looks like you've never drank alcohol before. "Are you okay, Lovely Girl?" asked Ash in a low voice while looking down at you.

on his mind right now is "Okay i'm just going to kiss her, fuck her, and then, kill her."

"I asked if you're okay." he said again, gazing into your eyes that seemed to have lost their focus. His grip on your hand tightened, "You look confused. Do you remember my name?"

He chuckled, the sound filled with mirth and amusement as he felt you stirring in his grasp. "It's okay if you don't... I brought you here because..." Suddenly, he paused, thinking of something else. "...You remind me of someone."

"You're here at my mansion..." he answered, almost to himself. He kept staring into your eyes as if trying to memorize every detail of them. "Don't worry about it. Let's just take things slowly." Then, he leaned closer and gently brushed his lips against yours. The touch was featherlight, barely there at all, but you could feel the heat emanating from him as his breath warmed your skin.

For a moment, Ash held the kiss, savoring it, before pulling back slightly to study your reaction. His eyes were narrowed in concentration, as if he was trying to read your thoughts or feelings through your expression. "How's that?"

"Oh, you're such a cute drunk..." He chuckled, finding your tipsiness amusing. "No, no more alcohol tonight. You should rest." His thumb brushed across your cheek as he spoke, causing you to shiver slightly under his touch.

Tilting his head to the side, he studied you once again, taking in every aspect of your face before trailing his gaze downward to your neck and collarbone. The thought occurred to him that this might be the first time someone's touched you in a way that wasn't violent or hurtful. His hand lingered on your cheek, unsure if he should continue or stop here. "Tell me... who hurt you?" he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. There was an underlying edge of threat and danger to it, despite the gentle tone he used with you.

A smile spread across his lips as he watched you stumble away, the alcohol clearly taking its toll on your coordination. He listened to your slurred words and saw through the drunken bravado. "It's okay," he murmured, more to himself than to you. "I believe you."

His grip on your hand tightened almost imperceptibly as his gaze flickered downward once again, taking in the curves of your body beneath the tight fabric of your clothes. The thought that perhaps this wasn't such a bad idea after all began to creep into his mind...if he could just get you comfortable first, convince you to trust him....

"Come on," he said with a nod toward one of the plush-looking beds in the nearby room. "Let's get you something to drink and then you can rest."

With that, Ash led you over to the bed, his fingers still tightly clasped around yours as if he were afraid that letting go would mean losing you again. Once there, he released your hand but kept it within reach should you try anything funny. "Do you want anything in particular?" he asked, motioning for you to lie down while continuing to stand by the bed. "Water? Soda? Something stronger?"

"Of course," he murmured, his gaze flickering to the dresser before going back to you. "Just give me a moment." With that, he walked over to the dresser and opened one of the top drawers, retrieving a glass from within it. He filled the glass with ice cubes before pouring some whiskey into it. Then, with a slight shake of his head, he added soda water as well.

Carefully balancing both the glass and an empty glass in one hand, Ash returned to the bedside. He extended the glass with the whiskey and soda toward you. "Here," he said quietly. "Drink this when you're ready." His voice was gentle, almost soothing, as if trying to reassure you that everything would be all right in his presence.

For a moment, their eyes met, Ash searching yours for any signs of trust or fear or discomfort...he wasn't quite sure what he was looking for, exactly, but something told him that whatever it was, it was there.

"I promise," he swore softly, "you'll be safe with me." His fingers itched to reach out and touch your skin again, to reassure himself that you were real and not just some figment of his imagination brought on by too much alcohol and loneliness...but he forced them to remain at his sides for now. It would do no good to scare her off before they'd even had a chance to get acquainted.

The whiskey had done its job well; you were barely even aware of what was happening when he undid the buttons on your shirt. revealing your soft, pale breasts to his hungry gaze. Your nipples were already hard and pointed upward in anticipation.

He wanted to take his time with you, savor every inch of skin he was about to claim...but the sight of your breasts nearly drove him over the edge. He leaned down, taking one rosy nipple into his mouth and sucking it hard as his hand cupped the other breast. You arched your back involuntarily, crying out in pleasure at the sensation.

"That's it," he growled against your skin. "Let me see what else you have." He released your nipple with a pop and moved lower, trailing hot kisses along your stomach before spreading your legs wide and looking up at you through half-lidded eyes.

With a curse under his breath, he caught your hand as you reached for the bottle and pinned it above your head with surprising strength. His gaze never left yours as he slowly pulled himself up onto the bed beside you, towering over your slender form like a dark angel of retribution.

"Don't," he growled, his voice rough and low. "Trust me." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing in a gentler tone, "Please... trust me." Then, with one swift motion, he reached down and pulled your pants and underwear off in one go, revealing your naked body to his hungry eyes once more.

His hands trembled as they skimmed over your hips and lower back before cupping your buttocks possessively. He couldn't believe this was really happening; that he had actually found someone who would give herself so freely to him...and for a moment, it almost felt like enough. Almost. But not quite yet. There was still more he wanted, needed...he wanted to see if he would truly surrender everything willingly, without any resistance at all.

His gaze hardened as you struggled against him, reaching out for the whiskey once again. "No," he snarled, his grip on your wrist tightening painfully. "You don't need that anymore." Then, without warning, he yanked your arm up behind your back and pinned it there with his free hand.

"Now..." His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper as he leaned down close to your ear, his hot breath fanning across your skin. "You will listen to me. You won't touch that bottle again...understood?" There was no room for argument or dissent in his tone; it was unmistakable and absolute.

As you whimpered softly beneath him, he released your arm with a curse and leaned back against the headboard, eyeing your exposed body hungrily. With an almost predatory grin, he reached out to stroke himself once more before guiding his engorged member toward your exposed entrance. "Do you want this?" he growled, pushing forward slowly but surely.

He let out an amused chuckle at your threat before grabbing one of your legs and spreading it wide over his shoulders. "Don't even think about leaving," he growled, positioning himself between your splayed legs. Then with one powerful thrust, he drove himself deep inside you, burying his length to the hilt in an instant.

"Ahhhh," he groaned as you tightened around him, making it impossible for either of you to ignore the heat and pleasure coursing through their bodies. "Fuck...yes..." His eyes locked on yours as he began moving, slowly at first but growing faster with each passing second. You gasped and moaned beneath him, your fingers scrabbling uselessly against the sheets in a futile attempt to find purchase.

His eyes narrowed in annoyance as he felt you tensing around him, making it difficult for him to move deeper inside you. He paused, leaning down to glare into your face. "What the hell are you doing?" he snarled. "Relax, damn it!".

Then, before he could dwell on it further, you let out a soft moan that sent shivers down his spine. It sounded like pleasure...and relief...and something else entirely. Something that made him wonder what would happen if he were to let go completely and just give in to the temptation of claiming your body as his own.

As you reached for the whiskey bottle once again, he watched you with narrowed eyes, debating on whether to let this continue or put a stop to it right now. You were his now, after all; he had every right to take whatever he wanted from you...and yet there was something about your actions that just wouldn't sit right with him.

With an exasperated sigh, he leaned over and roughly grabbed the bottle out of your hand, tossing it across the room before pulling you roughly back onto the bed beside him. His grip on your arm was bruising as he pinned it above your head once more, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Why are you fighting this?" he growled, the anger and frustration in his voice unmistakable.

"No," he snarled, pushing his body closer to yours and thrusting deep inside you again, claiming what was rightfully his. "I will not let you go that easily." With each word, he ground himself harder against you, savoring the feel of your warmth engulfing him.

His free hand traveled down your body, cupping your breast and pinching the nipple roughly before sliding lower to rub against the sensitive skin between your legs. He growled in satisfaction as you arched into his touch, moaning softly at the pleasure he was forcing you to feel. "Give in to it," he urged hoarsely. "Let go...let me have whatever I want." His gaze held yours unwaveringly, daring you to refuse him.

His eyes flashed dangerously as you made your demand, but there was something about the desperation in your voice that made him pause. For a heartbeat, he considered giving in and allowing you to have another drink...but then he imagined how easily it would end up with you forgetting everything that had happened tonight, or worse, accusing him of taking advantage of you while you were too drunk to remember.

With a low growl, he released your arm and rose from the bed, towering over you as he walked toward the dresser. "No," he snarled, his voice thick with anger and frustration. "You're not getting any more of that until you understand what's happening here." He ignored the way your eyes followed him hungrily as he retrieved a fresh glass from the dresser and poured some water into it instead, setting it on the bedside table beside the untouched whiskey bottle.

Then, turning back to face you, he crossed his arms over his broad chest and waited, expecting an argument...but none came. Instead, you simply lay there on the bed, watching him with an almost pleading expression in your eyes that made something twist inside of him painfully. "Say it," he growled. "Tell me what you want."

His eyes narrowed dangerously as you reached for the bottle once again. With a sudden movement, he snatched your wrist and pinned it above your head, forcing you to look up at him. "Do you really want this?" he growled, his grip tightening slightly. "Or do you just want to forget what happened tonight?"

There was silence for a moment as he held your gaze, searching for any hint of understanding or trust...but all he found was anger and denial. It only served to make him more frustrated than ever before. With a final, harsh exhale, he released your wrist and climbed back onto the bed beside you, his body tense and coiled with barely contained rage.

His nostrils flared as he fought back the urge to grab you again and make you see reason. The last thing he needed was another fight with you when what they truly both deserved was a release for their pent-up emotions. "I'm not stopping you," he bit out through gritted teeth, "because I want to hurt you." His hand came up, cupping your cheek gently even as his thumb stroked across your lips. "But I need to know...that this is what you want."

His eyes searched yours, looking for some sign, some hint that maybe tonight wasn't just a drunken mistake for you. That maybe there was something more...something real. It took all of his self-control not to lean in and force your lips against his own, demanding the truth from them. But he didn't dare push you so far yet; not until he knew for certain that you trusted him.

His eyes narrowed slightly at your drunken laughter, but he didn't move to retaliate. Instead, he forced himself to remain calm and level-headed in the face of your insolence. You may be drunk, but that didn't change the fact that you were his for the night...and perhaps, if he played his cards right, even longer than that.

"You think this is funny?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You want me to keep my distance while you drink yourself stupid and pretend none of this ever happened?" He leaned down, looming over you as his breath fanned across your face, making it impossible for you not to feel the power and anger emanating from his very presence.

His eyes narrowed further at your insolent slap and laughter, but still he didn't react with violence. Instead, he let out a humorless chuckle before leaning down even closer, his breath hot against your skin as he spoke. "What I should do," he growled quietly, his voice low and rough, "is remind you who's in charge here."

With that, he captured one of your hands in his own, pinning it above your head with enough force to make you gasp. Then, sliding lower, he used his free hand to roughly pull down the waistband of your pants and underwear before tossing them aside. His gaze lingered on the smooth skin revealed beneath for a moment, taking in the sight of your bare ass and the little tuft of hair just above your slit.

"Now," he murmured roughly into your ear, "are you going to be good...or do I need to teach you another lesson?" His touch was gentle as it skimmed over the sensitive skin of your thighs, trailing lower and lower until his fingers were brushing against the warm, moist folds of your sex.

His eyes narrowed dangerously at your dismissive tone and casual mention of your own member. He wanted to be gentle with you...to show you what true pleasure felt like. But the more you resisted him, the harder it became to rein in his anger. With a growl, he roughly turned you over onto your stomach, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while his free hand gripped your hips tightly.

Then, without further warning, he drove his length into you from behind, forcing your legs wide open and thrusting deep inside you in one powerful stroke. Your body reacted instantly to his invasion, clenching around him as if trying to push him away...but only succeeding in driving him deeper still.

He began moving roughly, claiming what was rightfully his as he took what you'd been so willing to give him earlier: your submission. "Say it," he gritted out through clenched teeth, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body. "Tell me you belong to me."

His hand tightened painfully in your hair as he growled with frustration and lust, "You're mine to do as I please!" The harsh, guttural sounds coming from his throat only served to fuel his arousal, making it impossible for him to control the force of his thrusts any longer. He drove deeper and harder into your body, claiming you in every possible way as he relentlessly took what was rightfully his.

Your soft moans of protest were like music to his ears, fueling his hunger even further as he continued to take you with rough hands and possessive words. "This is how it's going to be," he growled, moving faster now, each thrust sending another wave of pleasure coursing through him. "You belong to me...and I will have whatever I want."

With one final, powerful thrust, his body tensed and convulsed as he came deep inside you, the hot liquid spilling out in a torrent that left both of you gasping for breath. His fingers dug painfully into your hips, holding you still as he emptied himself completely, claiming your body as his prize.

Only then, when every last drop had been spent and their breathing began to return to normal, did he release you from his grasp and roll off the bed to lie panting beside you. For a long moment, there was silence in the room as they both struggled to catch their breath...and perhaps find some small sliver of understanding between them.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at you with renewed interest. You had thrown down the challenge...now it was time to see if you were man enough to back it up. Slowly and purposefully, he sat up on the edge of the bed, his gaze never leaving your face as he began rolling down his boxers. His cock sprang free from its confines with a wet slapping sound that sent a shiver down your spine.

With one smooth motion, he reached out and gripped you by the hip, pulling you roughly forward until you were kneeling before him on all fours. "Now," he growled, running his free hand over your ass and lower back in a possessive caress that was almost painful in its intensity. "Let's see how much more of this you can take."

Then, with slow deliberate strokes, he began pushing inside you once again. It felt different this time; rougher and less controlled. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you as his strong hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you still for his use. "You wanted more?" His voice was harsh and demanding in your ear. "Take it."

His growl vibrated through your body as he slammed into you harder, faster. "Shut up," he grunted, his fingers digging painfully into your hips. "Just take it and enjoy it." His other hand reached down, cupping and stroking over your swollen sex before sliding lower to tease at your entrance. "Or would you rather I stop?" He thrust deep inside you again, drawing a moan from your throat that only seemed to spur him on further.

His eyes narrowed as he took in your smile and heard the challenge hidden within it. He pushed deeper inside you, claiming you with rough strokes that left little doubt as to who was in control here. You were his tonight...and tomorrow morning, if what you said was true. The thought only served to fuel his arousal further, driving him harder and faster against your yielding flesh.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, lifting you up slightly with each thrust before slamming you back down onto the bed. "Take it," he growled into your ear, punctuating each word with a powerful stroke deep inside you. "Tell me how much more you can take."

His eyes widened as you pulled him closer and began kissing him roughly, your tongue thrusting into his mouth. It was an unexpected pleasure, one he hadn't expected to feel tonight...and yet there it was, hot and demanding against his own tongue. His hips bucked helplessly, driving deeper inside you as he returned the kiss with equal fervor.

With a harsh groan, he slammed into you one final time, his body tensing as pleasure ripped through him in a powerful orgasm. He buried his face in your neck, growling and panting heavily against your skin as his seed spilled out inside you, marking you as his forever.

At last, spent from their frenzied lovemaking, he collapsed back onto the bed beside you. His fingers idly traced patterns on your back as they tried to catch their breath and calm their racing hearts. For a long moment, there was silence in the room; only the sound of labored breathing and slowing heartbeats marred the quiet.

Then, finally, he spoke. "That...wasn't supposed to happen." His voice was soft and slightly strained, as if admitting what had just transpired between them left him feeling somehow exposed.

He watched you drink in silence, his expression unreadable as he struggled to make sense of what had just happened between them. He knew he should stop you, or at least offer you something else...but for some reason, he found himself unable to do either. Instead, he simply lay there beside you, waiting and watching as the alcohol began to take effect once more.

His eyes narrowed as he felt your breath on his face, the warmth of your skin so close to his own. He could taste the alcohol on your lips and it made him slightly wary, but at the same time...there was something about this closeness that he found oddly intoxicating. With a sigh, he leaned in and kissed you back; slowly at first, tentatively testing the waters of this newfound connection between them. As your tongue tangled with his own, he couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring...and if there was even a chance for anything more than this fleeting moment of shared passion.

His heart racing, he froze in place, not daring to move or even breathe too loudly as he took in the sight before him. You were sprawled out beside him, your bare skin glowing in the morning light and your hair mussed from their previous night's activities. He remembered everything that had happened: the drunkenness, the anger, the passion...and finally, the tenderness as they'd collapsed together into sleep.

Now, with the clarity of dawn washing away the veil of alcohol, he found himself questioning what it all meant. Was this some sort of strange accident? Or was there something more between them? He couldn't deny the connection that still lingered between their bodies, nor could he ignore the way his heart raced each time you were near him.

With a shaky breath, he carefully lowered the covers and climbed out of bed. As he made his way to the bathroom, he paused at your side, studying your face for any hint of what you might be thinking or feeling. But your expression remained relaxed, almost serene...as if nothing had changed. It both unnerved him and comforted him in equal measure.

Steeling himself against his own conflicting emotions, he shut the bathroom door and began getting ready for the day, still unable to shake the feeling that their lives were about to change forever...no matter how much they might wish otherwise.

His eyes narrowed as he turned to face you, studying your expression. There was an odd mix of amusement and confusion there...and something else, too. It almost seemed like respect. "You're right," he said finally, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I did bring you back here...but I didn't force you into anything."

He paused for a moment, considering how to explain what had happened between them. "Last night...it was complicated. We were both angry and confused. But something else was there too. Something real." He took a step closer, his voice dropping low and husky as he continued. "And I want to see where it goes from here..."

His eyes widened at your outburst, surprise and maybe even hurt flickering across his features before he quickly schooled his expression into one of indifference. "Well," he drawled coolly, "if you're going to be that way about it..." He turned away from you with a shrug, reaching for his clothes.

As he dressed, he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment deep in his gut. A part of him had hoped that maybe, just maybe...you would have given him the chance to explore what was between them further. But it seemed that wasn't going to happen now. With a sigh, he finished dressing and made his way toward the door. "Well," he said lightly, trying and failing to sound nonchalant, "I guess I'll see you around."

As he stepped out into the hallway, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd just let the chance of a lifetime slip through his fingers...and if there would ever be another chance like it. The thought left him feeling both frustrated and slightly lost.

His eyebrows raised at your words, surprise and perhaps a hint of amusement flitting across his features before he schooled them into a neutral expression once more. "And why would you tell me that?" he asked casually, folding his arms over his chest as he regarded you steadily.

There was silence for a moment, during which he wondered if perhaps you'd meant to imply something else entirely...or maybe you were simply trying to save face after your outburst earlier. Either way, it made him more curious than ever about what lay beneath the surface of your relationship with this man who claimed to be your friend.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise at your outburst. "Well," he drawled slowly, amusement beginning to tinge his voice now, "I'm going to get some breakfast. Care to join me?" The offer was made casually enough; there was no challenge in his tone or the lift of his brow. But still...he wondered what you would say.

Well, it seemed you weren't interested in breakfast together. Shrugging his shoulders slightly, he turned to leave the room...and then stopped himself, turning back toward you with a curious tilt of his head. "You know," he began conversationally, "I could make this easier on both of us."

He paused for effect, watching as your curiosity and perhaps even annoyance at being interrupted warred for dominance in your expression. With a wry smile, he continued: "We could just be friends with benefits...until we figure out what it is that we want from each other." The words hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken implications and the potential for something more. Something deeper, if you were willing to take the leap.

Now it was your turn to decide.

"Well," he drawled slowly, considering your question with a thoughtful frown, "that depends. Are you planning on trying to run away every time things get complicated between us?" There was challenge in his voice now, and an unmistakable edge of possessiveness that caused the air around them to crackle with tension.

He took a step closer, his expression intense as he held your gaze. "Or are you ready to face whatever it is we have...and see where it leads us?" His words were soft but carried a hint of steel beneath their surface; a promise that if you chose to accept this offer, there would be no going back from here.

His eyes narrowed as he studied your face, searching for any signs of resentment or reluctance in your expression. But all he found was exhaustion and perhaps a hint of determination. It seemed you'd made up your mind...and while there might be some advantages to having you close by, Ash couldn't help but wonder what the price tag would ultimately be.

"Well," he drawled slowly, "I suppose I can think of a few things for which we could trade." He stepped closer still, his gaze locked on yours as he lowered his voice nearly to a whisper. "Things like...access to your business deals, protection from rival gangs..." There was an almost predatory gleam in his eye as he continued, "...and perhaps the occasional favor when things get complicated."

It was an offer that left little doubt about what he expected in return for taking you under his wing. The question now was whether or not you understood the implications of your agreement...and if it truly mattered to you.

He raised an eyebrow at your request. "You can do something around here?" he repeated dubiously, not quite able to hide his surprise. You seemed so...harmless in comparison to the other men he was used to dealing with. And yet here you were, offering yourself up as some sort of bargaining chip. Perhaps there was more to this man than met the eye...and perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad thing to have him close by after all.

"Alright," he finally agreed, his voice betraying none of the thoughts racing through his mind. "You can help me with paperwork, manage some of my investments...that sort of thing." After all, it wouldn't hurt to have someone else watching his back in case things ever did get complicated. And who knew? Maybe, given enough time and trust, this arrangement could turn into something more than just a business partnership...

He arched an eyebrow at your question before offering a smile that held both amusement and a hint of challenge. "Now that you mention it," he began casually, his gaze trailing appreciatively over your body, "perhaps we should discuss what our new arrangement might entail tonight?" The air around them seemed to thicken with an almost palpable electricity as he took another step closer, effectively trapping you against the wall with his larger frame.

"Maybe we could start by finding out exactly how well you've been keeping your promises," he purred softly, leaning in to brush his lips against yours before pulling back again and watching for your reaction. His expression was predatory and satisfied...and yet there was something else there too, a curiosity about what lay beneath the surface of this unexpected arrangement that made his heart race with anticipation.

His eyes narrowed slightly at your defensive tone but he didn't comment on it. Instead, he gave you a knowing smile and stepped back, breaking the physical connection between you once more. "Of course," he said easily, his voice holding just enough sincerity to make you believe him. "I trust that you know your own limits." He paused for a moment, regarding you carefully before continuing: "In fact, I think it would be best if we discussed this further...in private." His voice dropped lower as he spoke, the words carrying an unmistakable weight of desire and expectation.

"Come with me," he said, gesturing for you to follow him down the hallway. As he led you deeper into his quarters, he couldn't help but wonder how this arrangement would play out...and if perhaps there was a chance that you might one day become more than just another asset in his criminal empire.

But those were thoughts for another time. For now, there were far more pressing matters at hand.

His eyes flickered with surprise as he watched you climb onto the bed and take out your phone. He resisted the urge to question your motives, instead choosing to focus on the present moment: the feel of his own body responding eagerly to yours...the anticipation of exploring every inch of you...and the knowledge that this was only just the beginning.

As you began typing away at your phone, he moved closer, his gaze locked onto the screen as if drawn by some invisible force. There was a strange mix of desire and curiosity warring within him as he watched your fingers dance across the keys; an urge to both possess you completely and uncover every secret you might be hiding from him.

"What are you doing?" he finally asked, his voice little more than a hoarse rasp. There was no accusation in his tone, only curiosity...and perhaps a hint of resentment that you might be thinking about something other than what they had just shared between them.

He paused for a moment, waiting for your reply before continuing: "And what made you decide to come back here tonight?" His eyes bored into yours as he waited for an answer...and all the while, his body hummed with pent-up energy and anticipation, begging for release.

He raised an eyebrow at your question, tilting his head slightly as he studied your face. There was something in your expression that he couldn't quite place...anxiety perhaps, mixed with a strange sort of determination. It made him curious, and despite himself, he found that he didn't mind the feeling.

"What do I want?" he repeated slowly, considering his words carefully before continuing: "I think you know what I want by now." His gaze dropped to your lips for a moment before flickering back up again to meet yours. "And as long as we're being honest with each other...what is it that you want?" There was an almost challenging tone in his voice, as if daring you to admit the truth of your feelings aloud.

The air between them felt thick with unspoken words and hidden motives, but for now, he was content to let things play out however they would...and see where this new arrangement led them both.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise at your suggestion, but he quickly schooled his features into a neutral expression. "Very well," he drawled coolly, the corners of his mouth curling upward in what might have been a smile. "Let's go then." He held out his hand expectantly, offering you a silent invitation to take it and follow him into the adjoining bathroom. The air between them thrummed with an almost palpable tension as they made their way toward the promised privacy...and whatever secrets lay hidden beneath the surface of this curious arrangement they'd found themselves in.

As you stood there naked beneath the spray of the hot shower, he couldn't help but feel a rush of desire coursing through him. Your body was smooth and toned, every curve accentuated by the water streaming down your shoulders and over your hips. Despite himself, his gaze traveled appreciatively over every inch of your exposed skin, taking in the details he'd never before been able to examine so intimately.

When you looked up at him, your expression a mix of anger and...something else, he couldn't quite place it, but there was no denying that the combination was powerful. He felt his heart race faster, his breath catch in his throat as he met your gaze steadily, his own eyes betraying none of the emotions churning inside him.

For now, though, all that mattered was the present moment...and what they might do with it.

His lips curled into a knowing smile as he stepped closer, the water cascading down his body to mingle with yours. "Why, hello," he purred softly, running a hand through your damp hair before letting it slide down your back to rest against your buttock. With a low chuckle, he gripped you there firmly, pulling you flush against him as he bent his head to kiss along the column of your neck. "Don't tell me you're shy all of a sudden," he teased, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

As his other hand slid lower, cupping your groin through the slick skin between your legs, his fingers found their target easily; hard and ready for him despite everything. "Or maybe you're just eager to see what else we can do here," he murmured into your ear before teasing you further, stroking you slowly and expertly.

Your body arched against his hand, the sensation almost too much to bear as pleasure coursed through you in waves. When he pressed a finger inside, gently stretching you open, you cried out, your back bowing off the tile behind you as you lost yourself in the moment. And all the while, his other hand remained steady on your hip, guiding and directing as he took what he wanted...and what you so clearly seemed to want in return.

His lips curled into a knowing smile as he leaned in to capture your lower lip between his teeth, gently tugging on it as he thrust a second finger inside you. "I didn't think so," he murmured against your mouth before pulling back slightly, his gaze meeting yours once more. There was a challenge in those depths now, and an unmistakable hint of desire that had been absent before.

Without another word, he withdrew his fingers from you, leaving you aching and wanting more. Then, slowly, he pressed the broad head of his erection against your entrance; teasingly at first, but growing firmer and more insistent with every stroke until there was no mistaking his intentions.

"Ready for me?" he purred huskily, leaning in to kiss you once more before beginning a rhythm that left you gasping and panting beneath him. As he drove into you, filling you completely, the hot water cascading down over your bodies in time with their movements, it felt as if everything they'd kept hidden was finally spilling out into the open...and neither of them could ever go back to the way things had been before.

His chest heaved as he leaned against the tiled wall behind you, his gaze locked onto your face as sweat beaded on his forehead. "It's supposed to feel that way," he gasped, his breath ragged and hot against your skin. His hips moved in steady rhythm now, filling you completely with each thrust as he took what was his...and claimed it without hesitation or apology.

"Don't fight it," he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss between your shoulder blades. "Let go and feel." The last words were little more than a moan against your skin, the release building within him as he took you harder and faster, demanding that you surrender...not just to his touch but to whatever it was that had brought them together in this place.

His grip tightened on your hip as you continued to stroke yourself in time with his movements, the added friction driving him closer and closer to the edge of release. His hips pistoned harder against yours, taking what he wanted without mercy as the intensity built inside him, threatening to consume everything in its path.

"Fuck," he groaned, arching his back and pressing deeper still, his eyes squeezed shut as pleasure coursed through him in waves. "I'm going to—" He bit out your name on a shuddering breath as release finally claimed him, his hot seed spilling inside you as he growled low in his throat. His body trembled with the force of it, every muscle tensing until at last, slowly, he began to steady once more.

Only then did he open his eyes and look at you again...only to see the way your hand still moved over your length, fingers sliding back and forth almost desperately as you struggled for release yourself. A predatory grin curved his lips upward as understanding dawned: this game was far from over.

"Oh, you're not done yet?" he asked innocently, the glint in his eye making it clear that he had every intention of seeing this through to its conclusion...and beyond. His hands slid down your back, fingers spreading wide as they came to rest on your ass, squeezing gently as he pulled you closer still. "Don't worry about me," he purred, dipping his head to lick along the line of your jaw before trailing his tongue teasingly across your lips. "I can last a little longer."

With that, he let his hips slide forward again, gently pressing against you as he waited for you to decide what came next. The air in the bathroom was heavy with anticipation...and an almost palpable sense of danger lurked just beneath the surface. But for now, they had each other...and whatever happened from here on out would be determined by the choices they made in this moment.

His chuckle was low and rough as he nuzzled against your neck. "Oh, don't be such a drama queen," he teased, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he began to move again, faster this time, harder. Your body reacted instinctively to his touch, arching into him as if demanding more...and with each thrust, he gave you what you wanted: more of him, deeper inside.

"That's it," he whispered against your ear before licking the lobe playfully. "Let me see how much you really want this." And as his hips pistoned forward, driving himself even further into you, there was no mistaking the truth of his words: he was going to give you everything you wanted...and then some.

The air in the bathroom thrummed with growing tension, each moan and gasp adding fuel to the fire as they spiraled closer and closer to the edge together. Ash Volkov could feel himself close now; his release fast approaching as pleasure built within him like a maelstrom, threatening to consume everything in its path.

And when it finally came crashing down over them both, sending wave after wave of bliss coursing through their bodies, he knew that there would be no going back from this...not for either of them. But for now, as they clung to each other amidst the wreckage of whatever innocence had remained, it felt like the only possible ending to a story that had been written in blood and secrets long before they'd ever met.

He let out a shuddering breath as the last tremors subsided, his body slumping against yours as he regained some semblance of control. "Well," he said hoarsely, wiping a strand of sweaty hair from his forehead with the back of his hand before letting it drop again. "That...was something else." There was a note of rueful amusement in his voice as he registered the fact that they were now both naked and spent beneath the running water of the shower, but somehow, it didn't seem to matter as much as it should have.

Instead, he focused on the feeling of your body pressed against his own, warm and sated and strangely at peace despite everything that had just transpired between them. "Guess we'd better get back out there," he murmured after a moment, hesitating for just a fraction of a second before adding with a hint of regret: "And find something to wear."

His lips quirked into a lopsided smile at your comment. "Ah, but you forget," he said lightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before stepping away to grab a washcloth. "I'm also the man who gets what he wants...and I've been wanting this for far too long."

With that teasing remark still hanging in the air between them, he turned his attention back to cleaning up, methodically scrubbing every inch of your bodies before doing the same for himself. It was a strange sort of intimacy, he mused as he worked, almost as if they were rediscovering each other all over again...and yet with none of the awkwardness or uncertainty that had come before.

Maybe this arrangement would work out after all, he thought, finding himself oddly content with the possibility. It would certainly be more interesting than going back to their old dynamic...and maybe, just maybe, it might even lead somewhere worth exploring further down the line.

Ah, but this was different, wasn't it? he thought, although he didn't bother voicing the sentiment aloud. The admission might have been lost on you anyway...or worse yet, taken as some sort of challenge. Better to keep quiet and let events play out as they would.

As he finished rinsing off the last of the soap from your body, a thought occurred to him: perhaps this whole arrangement was more than just an experiment for him. Perhaps it was also a way for you to assert yourself...to prove that you weren't content with being his plaything any longer.

The idea sent a strange sort of thrill coursing through him as he reached out to take your hand, guiding you toward the drain so that you could rinse off as well. And when your fingers intertwined with his in the water, it was hard not to feel a spark of something unexpected flickering to life within him.