Locksleigh

Chapter Ten

It had been two days since my reunion with my sister, and I still felt hollow inside. I’d barely moved from the little corner on the bed, although Ash had left me alone all this time, and I couldn’t get myself to care enough to bother eating.

The only person I had left in my life, the only person I still cared about had abandoned me and had her friends lie to me about it. She’d left me behind to fend for myself while she had fun in the lap of luxury, and although I had no intention of listening to them, Edith hadn’t even bothered to come and try give me her excuses when I’d told her off. She couldn’t care enough to try. And if my own sister didn’t care about me, why should I?

A knock managed to briefly pull me out of my pit of sorrow, but I sank back down almost immediately. I just ignored the knocking, listening as it grew more and more urgent. As expected, it eventually stopped. What wasn’t expected was the door opening and Ash coming in. I should have expected it, though. I’d figured Ash had let me by myself this long as a reward for helping him get his men into the capital and giving him the access routes and contacts for future ventures of the same nature. But his gratitude was bound to wear off and he’d want his room back, along with a good f**k and someone to slap around. Ash looked quite angry as he came directly at me, and I knew I should have been terrified, but I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything more than a bit of relief at the thought that if he killed me, my miserable existence would be over.

“Little Rabbit,” he said. There was something strange in his voice, and I used all the energy I could manage to drag my eyes up to meet his. Out of all the possibilities, I never thought I’d see anything as human as concern and worry in his eyes.

“You haven’t eaten anything for days,” he said quietly.

“Why should I bother?” My voice was hoarse from misuse.

“You’re fading away, Leigh. You’re killing yourself at this rate.” He put a gentle hand on my face, and for a second I thought I could almost feel something. Almost.

“Why does that matter?” I asked miserably. “No one cares anyway.” Ash seemed a little hurt by that.

“That’s not true, little Rabbit.”

“It’s not?” I asked bitterly. “Because I can’t think of anyone. I have no idea who my father is, my mother took off and left me with my now dead nanna the first chance she got, and my sister, the only family I have left abandoned me and couldn’t even care enough about me to recognise me when I was standing right in front of me. I don’t have any other family, so how about you tell me who’s left to care about me.” Ash didn’t meet my challenge, and I sneered at him.

“I knew it,” I spat. “You can’t think of anyone because there isn’t…” I couldn’t finish my tirade because Ash was suddenly pressing his lips against mine. The kiss was long and desperate and hungry, but somehow still gentle.

“I care,” Ash whispered as he pulled away to let me catch my breath.

“I don’t know why, but I care. More than I thought I ever could.” He kissed me again, and I felt my heart begin to beat again. Somehow I knew he meant what he’d said, and knowing that he cared rekindled a fire I had thought was gone forever. I began to kiss him back. I could feel Ash smile in response and he tentatively swept his tongue over my lower lip. I opened my mouth for him and his tongue was swarming all over the inside of my mouth, as if trying to taste as much of me as he could. I returned the favour. Suddenly feeling hope after days of misery, I was suddenly starved for attention. I got up to my knees so I could push myself against Ash with more force. I was acutely aware of both of Ash hands as they roamed over my back and sides. With some subtle urging from me, one hand finally made its way under my shirt and to my breast. He kneaded it and tweaked the n****e, and I pulled my shirt over my head to give him better access. Ash abandoned my lips to kiss his way down my jaw, neck and collar bone, all the way to my other n****e. I moaned at the touch. He traced the hem of my pants with his free hand, and I gave an encouraging moan at his silent request. Something about Ash making sure I wanted everything he was doing to me, made this somehow hotter. A shudder crawled up my spine when he slipped two fingers into my folds. I moaned my extasy, and I pushed Ash back against the wall. Without disturbing Ash at his heavenly work, I somehow managed to get his pants off him and began to massage his already full erection. I was beginning to consider giving him a blowjob when he suddenly growled and pushed me to the bed. His lips latched onto mine again and I could feel the heat of his c**k lining up with my core. He gave me one more, questioning look, and when I nodded, he sank into me in one smooth thrust. We both moaned, and there was a moment of bliss where neither of us did more than enjoy the feeling of each other. Then the moment was over and Ash began to move.

Ash had f****d me countless times before, but this time it was different. This time my own pleasure was just as important as his. And no matter what you said about Ash, he knew how to pleasure a woman. It was all too soon before I could feel the heat in my core begin to wind impossibly tight. I felt Ash begin to move faster and faster, his pace becoming more irregular. Feeling him explode inside me set off my own climax, and I screamed as I came, my walls clenching around Ash to milk him for every drop of c*m he could give me. I let out a sigh of pleasure and relief as Ash pulled out of me, enjoying the afterglow, and it was mere minutes before I fell asleep with Ash arm protectively pulling me tighter to his chest.