Page 105 of Lock Up the Darkness

Jonah: Fuck, yes.

Asher: What else?

My blood heated at his challenge. His interest. The whole once-in-a-blue-moon thing was clearly out the window now. He seemed more than on board to repeat our session from the salon right this very night.

Jonah: I’ll get down on my hands and knees and spread myself open and beg you to stuff my ass.

Asher: With what?

Jonah: Whatever you want.

Asher: That’s incredibly reckless of you.

Jonah: Willing to take the risk for the payoff.

Asher: Who’s my desperate little ass slut?

Jonah: Always for you, Sire.

I grimaced as I saw Kill finally stop pacing, then make a beeline for Aurora’s door, now emboldened and set on his ill-fated course.

Dammit, brother.

Asher: Mmm. All very tempting. Especially the image of you prostrating yourself at my feet. But I have a better idea.

His text had me taking my eyes off Kill and looking down at my phone stupefied.

Jonah: What’s that?

Asher: I need fifteen to finish up here.

I was about to text back, the anticipation of this idea of his firing me up and getting me rock fucking hard, but then I watched Kill turn the knob of Aurora’s door.

“Kill!” I whisper-yelled.

He jolted and shot a look over his shoulder, like a deer caught in the headlights. He tightened his hold around something he was hiding beneath his hoodie.

Then he flicked his free hand at me in a shooing motion.

And that was it, he turned away and stepped inside her room, closing the door quietly behind him.

Another text flashing on my screen from Asher had me jumping.

Asher: Stay where you are.

Jonah: You’re coming to my room?

Asher: Nice try. You’re in the hallway.

Fuck.

Before I could ask how the hell he knew that because we didn’t have cameras outside the bedroom corridor, only at the far end by the landing, he texted again.

Asher: You don’t exactly do stealth well. You move like an Imperial stormtrooper.

The hell I did, his hearing was just way out there. The ears of a bat, basically.

Asher: Calm your cock down while you wait for me. I don’t want you ready to blow before we even get started.

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