Page 27 of Lock Up the Darkness

And then I was sliding into the driver’s seat and firing up the engine.

I blew him a kiss, then drove away, the last thing I saw being him struggling to stagger to his feet.

6

~Asher~

Aurora Blackthorn was giving me one hell of a hard-on.

And considering my current disposition where that was concerned, it was really saying something.

To say she’d proven formidable wouldn’t begin to do it justice.

She was fierce, unapologetic, fearless, resourceful, and she possessed some impressive skills that I’d been able to gain a greater understanding and knowledge of through my observations of the puppet mastery fuckery I’d been putting in place since her arrival.

Unfortunately, the fallout of that was becoming problematic.

Especially for Killian whose approachable and much more visible status out of the three of us had meant him needing to bear the brunt of most of my tests to her.

Unbeknownst to him, of course.

I couldn’t allow my puppet mastery to be detected now, could I?

I’d needed both his reactions and hers to be natural so my observational data wasn’t skewed or compromised.

He’d required a wakeup call anyway with the way he’d been slipping lately and the threat that his foolish actions had posed to the Infidels.

All right, perhaps it had been punishment too.

I rubbed the black onyx beads of my bracelet and swallowed down an outward smile, keeping my expression impassive and as unreadable as ever while I leaned against the open garage door and dragged on my smoke, quietly observing the scene within.

Jonah was being his usual accommodating self, smearing whitening toothpaste over the surface of the scratches etched into Killian’s bike, trying to erase our new resident tough girl’s none too subtle message aggressively carved into the formerly flawless chrome.

Her Bitch.

She’d managed to turn the tables on Killian’s infamous seductive charms. More than that, according to his detailed account of what had transpired earlier. She’d taken some pleasure for herself, then wielded his to her advantage, then even managed to top and dominate him.

Now he sat on a stool with a pack of frozen peas on his lap soothing his bruised dick as he slumped back against one of Jonah’s workbenches, watching him work, and harping on about what had happened, how he’d basically gotten his balls handed to him.

Jonah pushed back from the bike on his rolling chair and told Killian what he’d refused to hear initially, “This needs replacing, brother. The scratches have broken through the clear coat.” He gestured around the garage and the spare motorcycle parts area he had set aside specially for Killian, knowing how much he needed to ride as a form of therapy. “I’ve got the seat and tire covered and I can sort them both tonight. But this, I’ve gotta call in an order for. It’ll take a few days, especially if you want it custom with the flames like it was before.”

Killian cursed under his breath. “Then just scratch out the letters so it’s not legible.”

“With needing to swap out the tire anyway, we might as well wait until the fender comes in and do them both in one shot.” He winced. “Sorry, Pretty.” He pushed out of the chair and gestured at the package of peas. “How you doing with all that?”

“Let’s just say my bike isn’t the only place she left her marks.” He lifted his charcoal-gray muscle tee to reveal an array of bloodied scratches down the length of his chest.

Jonah’s eyes flamed. “My kinda woman.”

Killian glared at him, then slapped the peas down on the workbench behind him and grunted as he rose to his feet slowly and carefully, then opened his fly and pulled out his dick. The studs in the head glinted in the muted light. Mmm.

“Jesus,” Jonah exclaimed as he took in what appeared to be nail marks surrounding the bruising plaguing his shaft. “She’s one wild bitch.”

“It’s clear Killian is the bitch,” I spoke. “Her bitch,” I said, stubbing out my smoke and sauntering into the garage.

Killian swung his head my way, seething.

“Aww, Pretty,” Jonah crooned, walking up to him. “You want me to soothe those marks?”

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