Part 36: Because You’re Mine

"You look bored." Dave handed me a glass of coke.

"Maybe I am."

"Your rusty boyfriend still didn't show up?" He asked.

"No." It had been a week since the police announced the freedom of Ash but he hadn't been in touch for once. "Do you think..."

"No, I don't think so."!Dave responded before I could put my question across. "Do you really believe there is mastermind X that is responsible for the robbery? Don't tell me you don't know who mastermind X is."

"Why would I care to know?" I asked him. "I'm just worried he did something bad to Ash."

Dave rolled his eyes at me. "Babe, your lovely boyfriend Ash is the mastermind criminal X that everyone is looking for." The police just cleared his image.

"Are you serious?"

"I guess getting laid is the only way you'll get back to your senses. Maybe you really can't live without him."

"Do you think he was killed?" I asked the question that had been playing on my mind for the past days.

"If there is anyone that can kill your monster, it must be the devil himself." He patted my hand. "Don't worry, he'll pop up soon enough but in the meantime, he's the safest person on earth."

I managed a little smile and nodded.

"Don't get too bored. This place is so busy tonight, but I won't take long." Dave said and he was gone.

"Why would you drink alone, pretty girl?" Some guy took the empty stool next to me.

"Because someone told me that's a pick-up line lame losers use." I told him.

"Whoa, you're coming on hard cunt, I bet you cum harder." He smirked.

"Harder than you'll ever imagine. It's a pity you'll never witness it."

"Babe,"

My eyes widened before I turned. "Jeez." He leant in and kissed me full on my lips. "What are you doing here?"

"What? I'm not welcome?" He asked glaring at the guy on the stool next to mine making him saunter away. "Is it that winnie dude? Come on, at least pick some tough guy that I don't have to kill with one blow. Boost my ego a little, will you?"

"Come on, no." I looked up at him through my lashes. "I just didn't think this is your kind of place."

"Right it isnt." He took my glass of coke.

"You dont drink coke." I looked at him amused. What was wrong with him? Coming to my brothers club was one thing, but taking coke?

"But you do." He ignored the straw and took a sip.

"What are..." Grabbing the back of my head, he brought his mouth down to mine. My breath caught as I stared at his closed eyes. He looked like any other innocent person that way.

Ash nudged my lips apart with his and cool, gasless coke came tickling smoothly into my mouth.

He moved away, searched my face as though making sure it was still me before letting go of my head. It was crazy how he was always looking for assurance in either situation.

"You look like I just slid into you." He said reminding me that I was still frozen.

My hand flew to cover my mouth while I jumped off the stool and he laughed, signaling for a drink.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked discreetly scanning the people around. Nobody seemed to be watching us, they were all about their business. But one was never aware, someone was always watching.

"Because you're mine."

"Whatever?" I watched him beautifully bring a glass of cocktail to his mouth. "It's my brother's place." He paused just for a split second before draining the entire little glass.

He signaled for more. "Do I look like I give a crap?"

"Well..." I met his gaze and realized he still didn't. "Not even a little bit..." He turned to accept his drink. "But but I do."

He smirked and took a little sip. "Damn right you do." And with that he pulled me to sit on his laps.

"Ash..."

"Yes, Princessah?" He turned my head and captured my mouth like he would never give it back. It felt new all over again, the tyrant motion of his lips against mine, the firm grip of his hand on the hair at the back of my head and the way his arm crushed my little chest into his.

His tongue invaded my mouth and sought out mine. But when I let mine loose, he withdrew immediately. Only for a while because within a second he was sucking my tongue.

The son of a sod. I was wiggling in his laps in a moment and he knew that would happen. He had me where he wanted and I couldn't reason, there was no way I wouldn't want him. He was my toxin and no circumstance would make me push him away.

My hands reached to the back of his neck to pull him even closer. It was as though a void within me was opened once again. Nothing he was doing was enough. I wanted more. I moved my chest against his, or more frankly, I was grinding against him. Literally aching for him.

He chose that moment to break the kiss and just hold me tightly against him, stalling my movements. Both his arms were wrapped around me, his head resting at the top of mine. I buried my face deeper in his chest to catch my breath and clear my head.

But his scent was too strong it pushed me over the edge.

His chest vibrated with repressed laughter as I sighed in satisfaction but hot with embarrassment. The idiot. I tried hitting him with my fists but my hands were trapped between our chests.