Page 36 of Fatal Vengeance

The filthiest smile curls up his perfect lips, and I know I’m in trouble before he’s said a thing. Pinching my nipples and making me suck in a ragged breath, he says, “I want you to watch me fuck Prudence and then you’re gonna devour her. Eat my cum out of her wet, used pussy and tell me how we taste. I’ve dreamed about that exact scenario for too long, I need it to come true.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

I shudder and groan, my cock painfully hard behind the zipper of my jeans. I lean forward with my hands splayed over Griffin’s broad chest, rolling my hips against his. “Fuck, you’re filthy,” I breathe before flicking my tongue out and licking his lips. Then, pushing up and off the couch, my dick straining and begging to get out, I tell him, “But so I am, so Prudence better be ready for us. For now, though, get your ass in the bedroom.”

Griffin springs off the couch so fucking fast, leading the way down the hall and into the guest bedroom, and I stare at his ass the entire way.

The second I close the door behind me, Griffin’s shoving me against the wall and claiming my lips with his, our bodies molded together as close as humanly possible. The burn of his short beard on my face ramps up my lust until I swear I’m about to come in my fucking jeans.

Pushing him back toward the bed and stalking after him, I fumble with my button and zipper. I get my damn jeans and boxers shoved off of me while Griffin rids himself of his shirt, revealing his gorgeous, chiseled torso.

“My god,” I breathe in awe. He’s ripped and tan, a spattering of blonde hair on his chest and another slightly darker trail that leads down below the waistline of his jeans. Pointing at the denim, I demand, “Get those off. Now.”

He obeys beautifully, a cocky grin on his handsome face the whole time.

Once we’re both naked, Griffin steps into me again, our dicks rubbing together between us. With our bodies pressed together, he kisses me and, for once, I don’t try to dominate the action. I’m too stunned by how fucking sexy he is and I just let it happen however Griffin intends. His kiss is passionate, but measured, like there’s no rush to get on the bed and start fucking. Like he’s perfectly content just to stand here with me and kiss me like I’m his everything, and goddamn, it feels good.

“I’m sorry that I pulled away back then,” I murmur against his lips, tangling my hands in his curly hair and forcing the strands out of the hair tie. “It was too much, you were too much… too fucking perfect, and it scared me.”

Griffin pulls back from my lips, dropping his forehead to mine and staring into my eyes. We’re almost the same height, but he’s always had just a couple of inches on me, and when we stand close like this, it somehow makes things feel so much more damn intimate. Like he’s blocking out the rest of the world for me, ensuring all I see, know, and feel is him.

I love it.

“I forgive you,” Griffin whispers, just like that. So easy. I suppose everything is always easy with him, though, isn’t it? Griffin has never been one to hold grudges or take his tough emotions out on other people. No, that’s always been me. Asshole Asher.

I’m reminded yet again of how fucking lucky I am to have snagged this man. And hopefully, I can secure Prudence’s place beside me soon. Then I’d be complete. Still an asshole, surely, but maybe a more bearable one because I’d have them.

Griffin grabs my hips and guides me to the bed, urging me to sit on the edge, and the moment I do, he sinks to his knees between my spread thighs. The way he gazes up at me, his crystal eyes locked on mine, his lips swollen from kissing, while his hands smooth up my thighs… Fucking hell, I’m not going to last long.

I’m panting, desperate to sink into his tight ass already, and a little worried I’ll blow in his mouth before I get the chance. I don’t stop him when he leans in and licks the head of my cock, though. If I come before I’m inside him, oh fucking well. We’ll just have to go another round. Griffin’s mouth is too fucking good for me to turn down.

But just as Griffin wraps his sinful lips around my cock and starts to torture me with pleasure, the door bursts open, and Creed walks right in with Prudence thrown over his shoulder.

Griffin pops off my dick, much to my disappointment, right as I bark out, “Creed, what the fuck?! The door was locked.”

My cousin shrugs. “Not anymore.” He doesn’t even look fazed at having caught Griffin and I in a compromising position, just strides to the bed and throws our girl onto it while she curses him to high heavens. “Someone needs her fucking ass spanked. Thought you two would want to help.”

Griffin and I share a brief look, his heated gaze matching the fire I feel in mine. Spanking Prudence? Creed really should have just lead with that.

Reddening her delicious ass will be my pleasure.

24

Prudence

I’m fuming as I flop on the bed Creed just threw me on, struggling to get my balance so I can turn over and glare daggers at him. How dare he act like a damn caveman right now? My nerves are fried enough from everything Asher revealed and then slipping up and admitting to Creed and Genevieve that I was going to run. I can’t handle anything else, dammit.

“Creed, you son of a bitch,” I snarl as I finally right myself on the bed, sitting up and narrowing my eyes at him. He cocks a brow and crosses his arms over his chest, giving absolutely zero fucks about my temper. He takes a step toward me, looking so much like the deadly predator I know he can be, and a violent shiver races down my spine. “Don’t even think about getting any closer. You’re on my shit list now and will be for the foreseeable future. You throw me over your shoulder like that again and march me anywhere that I don’t want to go, and I will shove a fucking cheese grater up your ass!”

A snort of laughter to my right has me snapping my head that way, and it’s only then that I notice the disheveled, sexy state of Asher and Griffin. Naked. Flushed. Clearly caught in the act of something sinful. Glorious dicks hard and calling out to my inner whore. Dear fucking lord of all that is unholy… My anger takes a very sudden backseat while carnal lust blooms low in my stomach, heat building between my thighs.

“What— Why, um…” That’s all I’ve got. I’m literally stunned speechless at the sight of them. Griffin is standing right in front of Asher, who’s sitting on the edge of the bed, both men’s blown pupils doing filthy things to my train of thought. My mouth goes dry and I lick my lips, having practically forgotten all about what brought me into this room in the first place.

Asher’s grin is pure sex as he slowly shifts on the bed until he’s turned more toward me, his cock standing proud and just daring me to close my mouth around it. “Unless you’re going to make good on the promises I see flashing in those pretty eyes, pet,” he drawls, his voice nothing but dark need that skates along my skin and leaves goosebumps behind. “Then stop staring at my cock like you can’t live without it. Otherwise, I might lose my cool and finally sink myself inside of you before Creed gets to dole out his punishments, and that wouldn’t be fair to my cousin, would it?”

I drag my eyes up Asher’s toned body and meet his eyes right as he bites his bottom lip in a move that is more obscene that it has a right to be. And then, as if he’s testing my strength, he grips his dick and gives it a slow, firm stroke that has my thighs clenching together for friction. I’m a weak bitch and my eyes drop right down to watch the show he’s putting on for me.

Pretty sure I drool a little bit too.

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