h u m a n ~ (asher/ren)

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Dallas Ariana Petrov

#cass&colestatus

He wasn't one for table manners, or bed manners for that matter. He had no limits, except there was no way in hell he'd allow anyone to stick a dick, real or fake, up his ass. That wasn't happening, ever. He'd sooner chop off his own privates and call himself Astrid. Yeah, the latter would never happen either. 

It was quite annoying to have someone attempt to refuse him, but he'd never take no for an answer, especially not from Dallas. "Please. You know damn well you want me, you're only denying yourself the satisfaction."  He seemed quite pleased with this revelation, but hey if he could have free entertainment, why the hell should he complain? 

Asher was behaving much like a child in a toy store, an adult toy store more like. He reached out abruptly and grabbed one of the woman's hands, taking it upon himself to drag her palm down his bare chest. "You could..have all of this..but you're playing dumb." He released an overly dramatic sigh, fake of course. "Such a pity." He stated as he removed the woman's hand and stepped back. 

The woman's cockiness, however, god someone put this woman out of her misery, damn. He thought to himself, at least he wasn't a cocky bastard like her. "I'll be the judge of who is worth my time. A bitch worth my time better be ready to turn on a dime. Ha, look at that, I made a rhyme. I'm sure some kids would love to hear that one. Maybe I should quit working at Puzzles, and follow my true calling, being a kindergarten teacher. Teach kids these days something important." Sure, important meaning teaching them sex education, and the troubles of alcohol poisoning at age five. That would totally make the kids of today, the heroes of tomorrow without a doubt.

A roll of his eyes was given in response to her next set of words. "My ass is always right behind me, where it belongs. I don't go around draping it in front of people's faces to make them beg, like holding a twinkie in front of a fat man's face." He stated with absolute seriousness on his face, this was no joking matter for him, he was dead serious.

His frame tensed considerably when the woman held herself to his bare chest, as though everything had just suddenly turned perfectly peachy. Hearing the woman's apology caused him to look down at her, maybe he held an ounce of sympathy for the crazy bitch. Maybe. Anything more than an ounce was certinly pushing it. 

With an aggravated sigh, he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, pulling her completely into his frame. "You? Tired of arguing? You must be drunk. Crazy shit." And she complained about him drinking, at least he didn't end up fifty shades of crazy like this witch of a woman did. The woman wanted some kind of pity from him, oh well she wasn't going to get it from Asher, not after her delightful performance. However, he did shudder lightly at the touch of her lips against his collarbone. She was trying to start something, she was using his own hormones against him. At least she isn't stupid. He thought to himself quietly as he closed his eyes momentarily.

However, the woman's next words were enough to completely seal the deal. "Mmm, that's the single most interesting thing that's come out of that pretty mouth of yours today. Finally speaking some sense." Before she started bitching again and changed her mind as some kind of ploy, he grabbed a firmer hold of the woman's waist and lifted her up and over his shoulder. "You're mine, and I want you to burn that into that pretty little brain of yours." He spoke cooly, although he was debating on whether he wanted to walk all the way to his room just to satisfy his needs. 

He turned around quickly, not caring if it made the woman he held momentarily dizzy. "I think a detour is needed." He muttered as he made a point of shoving any objects off the counter and onto the floor. He could have sworn he heard a glass break, but he didn't give a shit. He was about to break something else, and her name was Dallas Petrov. Without waiting a moment more, he sat the woman on the marble countertop, and he looked smugly at her, pleased that he had won. "I will always come out on top, always." He spoke as he pressed his lips against her neck, hungrily, as though with a predatory instinct. This was what he did, this what he enjoyed doing, and like hell he would have it denied from him.