Chapter 38 Wanna Fuck Your Pussy 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
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RUBY'S POV
For a long second, I couldn't move.
I couldn't even bring myself to breathe.
Thenㅡ
“Archer…” I repeated the name, wincing at the way it tasted bitter in my mouth.
Oh god, what had I done?
Asher was already getting up from the couch, looking like this was a normal daily occurrence and anger flooded me. What the actual fuck?!
My gaze slid to Archer who was still sipping on his coffee, looking smug as he arched a brow at me over the rim of his mug and smirked.
He fucking smirked at me. Right after he had sex with me.
The idea that I was talking to my boyfriend with his brothers cum still caked dry between my thighs shot a thrill through me. But it also made me feel shame.
So, I hurried after Asher before he could leave, my voice trembling. “Why didn't you tell me?” I whisper-yelled as soon as he was out of the house, heading down to his car. “You didn't deem it fit to let your girlfriend know that you have a freaking twin brother?! And even more so, that he was in town?!”
He didn't flinch, merely looked at his watch then back at me with an impatient look. “Babe, there was no need to tell you everything. Things aren't too good with both of us so I was surprised he dropped by. It's not a big deal. You can wait for me to come back in the evening or not, I have somewhere to be.”
Then he was off.
Leaving me standing there in the driveway, my heart in my throat.
Wow.
With trembling legsㅡ Partly from shock and mostly from the events of the previous nightㅡ I walked back into the room, only to see Archer already standing at the door, his abs tights and visible as he tucked his hand inside the pockets of his sweat pants.
God, he was hot. Yes, he looked like my boyfriend but still, they felt different. Literally. They felt different. Asher was all about treating me like a little girl. And this bastard? Had actually given me the first night of my life that I loved.
And God, I hated him for it.
“You sick psycho! You fucking knew!” I jabbed a finger at him, poking his chest but he grabbed my hand easily, holding it tight in his cold hands.
His gaze was like a caress, softly searching my gaze. “Ruby, isn't it? that's what he calls you…” His words were over me like a warm blanket. “You look and feel like a Gem.”
Heat flooded me, my core clenching around nothing as I struggled in his hold. “Are you gonna tell him?” I bit out, jerking my hands in his.
His thumb rubbed slow circles on my wrist, eyes watching me. “Should I?”
I literally froze, staring at him like he was crazy. Then, I looked away, not able to handle looking directly into his big blue eyes. There was something hypnotizing about themㅡ like he was trying to make me do something stupid.
And God, I thought about it too.
“No…”
He tilted his head. “Why aren't you looking at me?” He asked, voice soft like silk and dripping like sweetened honey.
My voice wavered despite my attempts to keep it level. “Because I don't wanna fucking look at you, Bastard.”
His grip on me tightened and he went silent. Then, I made the mistake of looking at him. He was grinningㅡ A low, evil grin that held promises that I needed him to keep.
Maybe just for a little taste of what happened last night again.
No.
Before I could even voice out another insult, he was flipping me around, pressing my face into the door and I gasped when the side of my face hit the cold wood and his body closed in behind me. “LetㅡMmph!”
His breath was hot against my ear. “Let what? Wanna feel that again?” He grunted, rubbing himself through his sweatpants against me. “Fuck… I wanna get into that pussy again today. Actually fuck you… you feel like you're been starving, I don't believe in letting people go hungry.”
My eyes were wide and my heart was thumping in my chest as the reality of what he was saying dawned on me.
The sound of belt clinked in the open air and I barely had time to look over my shoulder when I felt the cold leather wrap around my wrists as he tied my hands above my head, looping the belt around the strong metal over the door which we used to hang stuff sometimes.
Shit.
My toes were barely on the ground and my arms strained above me.
Thrill rushed through me but panic also mingled with it.
He suddenly gripped the front of my shirt and he yanked it off, sending buttons flying away while my boobs spilled free, dangling freely in the air.
I could feel his bare back pressed against mine, his dick still rubbed up against the back of my ass, pressed against my skirt.
“Bastard…” I grunted under my breath. But it lacked the bite I wanted it to haveㅡit sounded almost breathy.
His hands wrapped around me, groping my breasts before he tweaked my nipplesㅡ hard.
Pain shot through me and I strained against the belt, lifting to my tip toes while my chest heaved.
Fuck.
Oh my fucking god.
Before I could bite out another curse I didn't mean, his hand struck my breast, sending me yelping as I tugged at the belt again with a cry.
Oh my god.
My pussy was clenched around nothing, heat pooling as I felt my panties dampen.
“What do you want from me?” I cried, feeling tears spilling down my face.
His lips were right by my ear as his hands softly massaged the place he had smacked. “What I need is for you to receive the treatment that you deserve. I'm nothing like my brother.” Another smack again that left a welt forming as I screamed, my pussy gushing.
His hand wrapped in my hair and he yanked it back so suddenly till his lips were at my neck.
“Mmngh…” I choked, my arms beginning to ache above me.
I had never felt this way. And I couldn't say no. Because that would be a lie. I wanted to explore all this with him.
“You wanna know why?” He breathed, teeth grazing my skin with a nip.
I could barely choke out a reply.
His hold in my hair tightened. “Because my name is Archer. Not Asher. And you're gonna let that properly this morning, Ruby.”