Page 113 of Lock Up the Darkness

On the fucking madness.

A thud sounded, the hairbrush probably hitting the floor, and then Ash dug his fingers into my bruised and bleeding cheeks and wrenched them apart. I felt him spit on my hole.

Once. Twice. Three times.

Then something warm and wet was pushed into my hole.

Lube, I realized as he slid his finger inside, coating me, and driving me fucking crazy with every stroke and twist.

My cock jerked wildly.

By the time he added another finger, I was panting with it.

It went on and on until he was able to work three inside me.

The bastard actually had me fucking back on him as he made the intrusion into something welcome and needy.

And then he pulled them out.

I heard him chuckle as an involuntary whimper escaped me.

“Mmm, I love your desperation. Just what I thought.”

I grunted.

“Don’t worry, your hungry ass is about to get its fill, believe me.”

What? Was he going to—

I froze when I felt something else push against my hole.

It eased inside and I quickly realized it was his fucking cock.

“Ash… fuck… what—”

He stilled and yanked on my hair. “Say it. Tell me you don’t want it. Lie to me. Tell me you want me to leave you empty. One chance, sweetheart.”

Fucker. He angled my head by his vicious hold in my hair so that I was forced to look him in the eye. “Don’t… don’t stop.”

His eyes flamed and he abruptly shoved my face back into Aurora’s cunt.

Then he pushed inside me, one painful inch at a time, filling me, stretching me, making me take him.

I panted into Aurora’s cunt as he stilled so deep inside, lingering there and making it clear he was owning me, wanting to imprint it in my brain for my defiance lately.

This was punishment.

And he made sure that was known, before he pulled out to the tip, then rammed back inside, and didn’t stop this time.

He reached down and fingered my balls as he reamed my ass with that monster cock of his. Then he played with the studs in the head of my cock, driving me crazy.

I could barely breathe from the overstimulation—the agony and ecstasy becoming one—and driving me to fuck back against him, needing him, needing her, needing to see Jonah lose it too.

And fuck, he did, bellowing out his pleasure as he exploded down her throat, then pulled out and sprayed her cheeks and throat too.

I sucked on her clit to the point of painful pressure and she came apart, shattering all over my tongue and riding my face like a wild thing.

Asher’s thrusts abruptly stilled and a whimper of need escaped me that had him chuckling darkly, knowing he’d gotten to me, that he fucking well had me.

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