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"W-we need to talk." I breathed out.

For some reason, I expected him to become angry or irritated at the four words. But instead,he locked eyes with me and nodded his head. After standing up from and stepping away from me, he turned on his heels and held out a hand for me to take.

"There is a small bench on the beach." He stated, implying that we made our way towards the tranquil waves.

"Then the beach it is." I smiled and took his offered hand into my own.

...Here goes nothing.

The gravel beneath the car tyres alerted me that we were finally home. Sam walked me out of the car but didn't follow once I approached the large oak door.

"I'm sorry Sam." I breathed out and in all of his sadness and disappointment, he forced a reassuring smile but I could see the visible pain in his eyes.

I had hurt him. I had caused that pain.

"Maybe we could get drinks sometime?... As friends obviously." I spoke quietly.

"I'd like that." He said and I had to use all of my might not to run back towards him and squeeze him into a hug.

Closing the door behind me, I exhaled a large breath of air and inhaled one just as big.

I straightened my shoulders and tiptoed down the cold marble stairs, which led into the beautifully engineered kitchen. Like the rest of the grand building, I couldn't see myself getting tired of this place anytime soon.

The sky was concealed in a blanket of darkness, allowing only the stars and moonlight to peek through the tall, elegant windows.

The heels of my shoes tapped against the polished floor agonisingly loud, making me cringe at disturbing the restful household.

After slipping out of the uncomfy footwear, I delicately picked up a glass from one of the spotless cabinets and filled the cup with iced water.

It was only when I brought the refreshing liquid to my lips, that I noticed the chilling breeze on my tanned skin.

In the silk black dress that hardly covered any of my body, I felt the air wrap around me, sending a cold and unsettling shiver to run down my spine.

It also came to my attention that the thin sheer curtains were now dancing along with the wind.

*

I was on my way to find the cause of the sudden breeze, when a soft hand firmly gripped onto my wrist.

I couldn't deny the way this made me feel, I became suddenly hot despite the declining temperature of the kitchen.

I swiveled around where I was standing to come face-to-face with a tall figure.

The dim moonlight cascaded on their masculine features, highlighting their prominent, chiseled jawline and sharp cheekbones.

Although it seemed impossible for our two bodies to be any closer in proximity, the figure placed a hand on the small of my back and pulled me tightly towards them so that we were touching.

If it wasn't for the slight liquor in my bloodstream, I would have pulled away by now, but I enjoyed the unfamiliar warmth from our body's being so close.

However, up close I could perfectly see who the body belonged to.

"Ashton?" I whispered but it came out more like a moan as his slender fingers found their way beneath the thin straps of my dress.

"Fuck. Becca, you're so beautiful." He replied in his deep voice, his eyes searching for any visible emotion on my face. But I wasn't focusing on that, I was focusing on the undeniably strong stench of alcohol that followed his words.

I pulled back slightly disappointed. I thought Ashton never drank.

"Ashton." I sighed "You're drunk".

"I didn't have much, and why do you care anyway? You are getting very close to that french boy." He stated, his jaw clenching and unclenching at an unhealthy rate.

Why is he saying all of this? He always acted so caught up in his own life that I didn't think he noticed anything that I did in mine.

"I don't like him touching you." He brought his hands underneath me and lifted me up effortlessly onto the empty counter.

I remained quiet as I waited for him to continue, my legs reacting into his touch by wrapping themselves around his strong torso.

"I don't like him kissing you." I gasped as he must have witnessed the scene that unraveled at the beach yesterday.

He took my gasp as an opportunity to smash his lips onto mine. However stopped himself after a moment, realising that I was not kissing him back... desperation clear in his eyes.

But i couldn't stop myself from what I did next...

My small hands found their way to the back of his neck, pulling him into me in an attempt to deepen the kiss.

Key word 'attempt'

...He had other ideas.

He pulled away from my lips, making me wish that he didn't until his hands explored more of my body.

"Ashton-" I moaned when he looked up and was met with his hungry eyes that locked on mine whilst his hand inched towards my pulsing abdomen. I reluctantly stopped him from trailing any further, but he had already begun to feel beneath the thin fabric of my thong.

"Fuck, Becca I know you want me." He whispered as a response to my moan and he began to trace kisses along my neck and jaw.

He wasn't lying, Ashton's bare torso was enough for me to get flustered within his presence, yet alone his fingers infuriatingly teasing me.

He lowered my back onto the cold counter, but kept a hand on my lower back so that he had complete control over my sexually frustrated body.

My hands found their way into his soft hair and I tugged at it as he plunged two fingers deep inside of me.

Another gasp escaped my lips, in which he skillfully muffled with another proficient kiss.

As his movements began to speed up, so did our lips.

I was now moving my body in time with his fingers and the continuous tightening of my core reminded me how much I longed for him.

It felt like years of tension between us were being compressed into one passionate, but forceful, motion. His lips tugged perfectly at my own, occasionally biting my lower lip and releasing another moan from me.

This was better than any imagined scenario that I had thought about years ago, in an attempt to set myself to sleep... This bliss was better than any dream. And the best part?... As Ashton was slightly intoxicated, this would be nothing more than an forgettable fuck with my brother's best friend... I believed.

As I became closer to my orgasm, I pushed myself into his expert movements, longing for my release.

But once again... Ashton had other plans.

He curled his fingers perfectly inside of me ever-so-suddenly and watched me come undone below him with an entertained stare.

Pulling his hand out from beneath me, he pressed himself against my heated body and I instantly felt his hard bulge between my legs.

I have always been one for curiosity, but when it came to Ashton... there was no room for questioning.

I didn't dare question why now? or what is going to happen after tonight?

Ashton often demanded control of situations and in return, he was always handed that privilege on a polished silver plate.

I wonder what will happen when he loses the control that he admires. I thought, as we continued the heated kiss up the staircase and into his dark bedroom...