Page 13 of Fatal Vengeance

He smirks at me, stepping in close. “You’d only ever get that close if I allowed it, pet,” he rasps, his voice deep and suddenly tainted with heat.

My body has a very strange reaction to it. I want to arch into him, push back, fight and fuck, and see who’s left standing. I want that and I hate that I want that, and yet here I am… unable to move away.

Maybe that’s always been the problem between us?

Before I can think of something to say to diffuse the weird tension in this hallway, Asher wraps a hand around my throat and drops his lips to mine. I think my mind blanks, because when I come to again, I’m kissing him back with no memory of ever making the decision to do so. His lips are just so hot and dominating on mine, like he’s trying to fight me even now, and something about that is so goddamn addicting.

When he backs me up against the wall, his tongue tangling with mine as he groans, I get my freaking sanity back, shoving him away from me. I wipe my lips dry and snap, “What the fuck are you doing?”

He stares at me for a second, his pupils blown wide as he breathes heavily. I’m horrified when I realize my breathing matches his, like one single kiss from him is enough to leave me breathless.

“I’m proving myself,” he murmurs.

And then he’s on me again.

One hand tangles in my hair as his lips crash down on mine and he bands his other arm around me, pulling me as close as he can get me. And for some reason… I melt. Something must be horribly wrong with me, because Asher and I are not on friendly terms and half the time I want to strangle the bastard to death, but when he growls in pleasure as our tongues tangle, I can’t find it in me to push him away again.

I'm weak and broken and so needy that I can't even think straight right now.

I push up onto my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck, biting his lip and moaning when he hisses in pain. It doesn’t drive him away, though. If anything, his lips and hands get even more greedy, like he’s trying to consume me and fuck if I’m not turned the hell on by it.

He pulls away to whisper, “You taste like every sin I’ve always wanted to commit. Like my death, little pet, but I know now that I’ll go willingly just to chase you. If you’ll have me.” He doesn’t let me answer before he’s kissing me again, grabbing my ass with both hands and lifting me into his arms. He shoves my back against the wall and grinds his hard dick over my pussy, drawing a whimper out of me.

Jesus Christ, if I’m his death, then Asher is my hell. We’re not good together, we fight nonstop, and I’ve definitely thought about his death at my hands more than once, and yet I want him to fuck me right here against this wall in my sister’s house while my other two boyfriends are sleeping only feet down the hall.

What the hell is wrong with me? And why do I not even care right now?

Asher trails his lips down my neck, murmuring, “We have a lot to talk about, but right now I just really want to fuck you. I want to feel you. Goddamn, I want it so bad, I might go mad without knowing what being buried inside you is like.” He bites my neck until I’m squirming in his arms, panting like some hussy, and then he leans back just enough to meet my gaze and whispers, “Please, pet. Let me fuck you until you forget how much you hate me. We can figure the rest out after.”

It’s the please that gets me. And the way his hungry eyes drop down to my lips. And, fuck okay, it’s also the way he keeps rolling his hips and driving me absolutely fucking insane with lust. I’ve snapped and gone crazy and this is clearly a hallucination because the real Asher would never beg for the privilege to fuck me. But you know what? I’m nodding and mumbling, “Yes, fuck yes,” without a single care in the world.

The smile he gives me is fucking obscene. Pretty sure my panties are ruined forever now. “Such a good girl. Fuck, I can't wait to watch you fall apart for me,” he growls, and yup, that does it. I’m a corpse. Expired right here in his arms.

Before I even have the chance to blush like some idiot, a bucket of ice water is thrown on me. Well, not literally, but same damn thing.

“Oh, fucking hell. Seeing my sister getting banged in my hallway was not how I expected to start my morning,” Genevieve groans, and my head snaps over to look at her.

Asher doesn’t put me down, just buries his face against my neck with a sexy as sin laugh. And because karma is out to get me for reasons unknown, the guestroom door swings open and Creed stumbles out, all sleep rumpled and cute. He doesn’t even blink as he sees the precarious position I’m in with his cousin. He mumbles a raspy good morning to me and kisses my cheek on his way into the bathroom.

Genevieve raises her brows as she watches Creed disappear, crossing her arms over her chest, and then a very slow smile curls up her lips. “My, my, sister dearest. I’m suddenly very eager to know everything about you. Namely, how you manage three dicks. The guys themselves and their cocks. Because the big quiet guy is yours too, right? Of course he is. You just have your own little harem, and my poor cabin is going to be filled with sex noises for the foreseeable future.”

Kill me now. Strike me down with lightning. I think that would be preferable over this.

At the red staining my cheeks and my very rushed plea with Asher to be placed back on my feet, Genevieve tosses her head back with a cackle and then shuts herself back into her bedroom with a stern and playful, “You’re telling me everything later! Sister rules; I don’t care if we only just met.”

When Asher finally sets me down with a cocky, male-pride grin, I point at him and snap, “Not a word, Asher.”

He breathes out a delicious laugh, holding his hands out in submission. "Of course not, pet." And then, with a wink, he shoves his hands into his pockets and walks away like he hadn’t just tilted my world on its axis a little.

The question is, do I like it? Or do I need to keep those walls up between us and protect myself from him?

11

Prudence

We all fall into this weird routine where we carry on with normal life shit and don’t bring up The Celestials. It’s been three days since we showed up at Genevieve’s cabin in the woods, and aside from that first night where we laid our mess bare for her, none of that has been mentioned.

I think the guys just want to give me some time to settle and get to know my sister first. Either that or they’re plotting without me, in which case I’ll be very pissed. More than anyone, I’m due my revenge, and I will cut off their dicks if they try to coddle me and leave me out.

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