Page 110 of Lock Up the Darkness

I snarled and pushed forward, not ready to give it up, to give her up, to forgo the exhilarating sight of her coming apart for me.

He grasped my chin, holding me trapped in his grasp as his creepy silver eyes pierced through mine, that non-negotiable stare trying to imprint his will on me.

“Shh, you’ll be permitted to make her come first.”

That had me stilling.

He wasn’t taking her away from me, robbing me of that?

At my confused look, he smiled and stroked my cheek with his free hand. “Beautiful boy, I wouldn’t take that from you. We all know how much you want it and it’s about time you were granted something you wanted, don’t you think?”

“Yes, I fucking do,” I hissed.

When I tried to turn my cheek from his sensual touch that was confusing as fuck and messing with my head, his fingers left me, but then pushed past my lips and slid along my tongue.

Fuck him, he was trying to top me, trying to dominate me like he did Jonah.

He already did that enough outside of a fuck session.

I pushed back, but he just tightened his other hand around my jaw to the point of painful pressure, his fingers digging into my flesh, just shy of drawing blood. I knew if I moved, he actually would. And he knew nothing could happen to my face, it would mess up the public façade and put me in a ton of shit with my father—and his. Jonah’s—Reed Keller—wouldn’t care because he’d take any kind of violence and brutality whenever and however he could get it.

Agitation quickly started to escalate to dangerous anger as I was forced to remain still, to submit to his domineering and degrading power move.

I watched Aurora start to sit up. “Asher, what are—”

She was cut off as Ash gestured to Jonah, and then as if they’d rehearsed it, Jonah snapped into action and moved onto the side of the bed on her left side and leaned in, fusing his mouth to hers, keeping her eyes off what Asher was doing. He stepped up his bid to hold her attention when he jerked down her top to her waist and her breasts sprung free. Perfect round offerings, so perky, so needy with her nipples hardened to cherry-tipped points. He tweaked and twisted them, making her buck on the bed and kiss him back wildly.

Strangely, it didn’t spark jealously in me, any animosity whatsoever. Not when I could see her pleasure, the need she had for what he was doing and drawing out in her.

It was actually turning me the fuck on.

“Eyes on me,” Asher commanded.

He made me look him deep in his eyes, threatening to drown me in the sadistic gleam there as he dragged his fingers all over my tongue, teeth and lips, gathering Aurora’s juices as he went, and managing to make my cock react in the process to his erotic strokes.

“Good boy,” he crooned, abruptly releasing me. “Now, you need to edge her. Keep her in a state of desperate need.” He flashed that smirk. “It’ll make it all the more satisfying. For us all.”

I managed a nod. “Okay.”

He patted my head and I only just suppressed a grunt of indignation.

And then he ordered J, “Flip her.”

Always happy to follow his every whim, Jonah did just that, settling Aurora onto all fours.

He then shoved her head down into the pillow, and stroked her hair soothingly, reassuring her.

Asher ran one hand down the length of her back in a sensual gliding stroke that had her moaning out and relaxing into his touch. He stopped at the scar on her left side, where he’d fucking well stabbed her. “Are you hurting?”

“Just a dull ache,” she responded, her words muffled into the pillow.

“Very good.”

He moved down to her ass and then spread her cheeks open with one hand and my cock throbbed at the sight of her asshole winking at us. I had to grasp my shaft through my jeans when he used his fingers slick with her own juices and my saliva to dip into her hole.

Fuck.

She jolted at the intrusion, but didn’t break position or try to escape the attention.

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