Page 26 of Rising from the Ashes

This is my city.

Stepping out the shower, I wrap the plush white towel around my body and lie down on the bed. Sinking into the soft pillows, I close my eyes, chasing dreamland.

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My eyes jolt open as I realize I was having a nightmare. My heart is racing and my body is clammy with sweat. I lie in bed looking at the ceiling, aggravated that I am letting my emotions affect me.

What happened to the ruthless killer?

Shado.

After thirty minutes of tossing and turning, I resolve that sleep has eluded me for the rest of the night, after that nightmare interrupting my slumber.

My thoughts turn to mine and Shado’s work from earlier. The way we worked together seamlessly and took down Allister and his men with ease. The way he forcefully took me afterward and buried himself inside of me, not able to wait until we got back to headquarters.

The throbbing sensation between my legs is becoming too much to handle and my fingers alone aren’t going to satisfy it. The thought of how he used my pussy for his own guilty pleasure is consuming my thoughts.

I’ve never been fucked as savagely as he fucked me. He’s breaking through my walls and I’m enjoying it, every last second of it.

“Ugh!” I scream out loud in frustration, the sound echoing off the walls in my room. I slam my hands down on the silk sheets and throw my head back against the pillow.

I need him.

Wrapping my satin robe around my naked waist, I walk quietly down the hallway to Shado’s quarters. I lean my ear against the door.

Silence.

It’s 2a.m. He’s fucking sleeping you hoe.

I grasp the doorknob and turn it, the door opens and begins to creak.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I clamber inside and quietly shut the door behind me. When I turn around, I see Shado sitting up in his bed, reading a book, the warm glow of the lamp illuminating his muscular figure.

My eyes are drawn to the outline of his cock, peeking through his sheets.

Fuck. He’s naked.

His eyes peer at me from over his book. Squinting in the darkness, the title of the book is Chaos Luck Wrath.

He softly closes the book and smiles, “Well, hey there, little bunny. Can’t sleep either?”

“You read?” I say sarcastically, trying to stifle a snort.

“It was in the drawer when I moved in. Pretty smartass female in it.” He smirks. “You know I love a woman with a mouth.” He winks.

Walking over to him, my hands find the tie to my robe. Tugging the string, I let it fall off my shoulders to the floor. I climb onto his bed and pull the sheets down away from his legs.

Use him, Cal. Take what you need and leave.

He places his book on the nightstand and clasps his hands together, setting them on his stomach. Grinning at me with a mischievous look in his eyes, he patiently waits to see what I’m going to do next.

I kneel between his legs and gently rub my hand down his semi-hard cock, stopping at the base. He quickly begins to harden in my hands. Smiling, I lower my head down, my eyes locked on his gaze as I wrap my mouth around the tip of his cock. I swirl my tongue around, tasting the flavor of his arousal, coating my tastebuds.

Opening my mouth wider, I push him deeper until he hits the back of my throat.

His hips buck in response. “Fuck, Cal.”

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