Page 179 of Seizing Control: Part One

I scan her generous breasts with ravenous eyes.

Every inch of her perfect body is etched in my memory.

Peaks and valleys.

Curves and hollows.

Fuck, I miss her.

“Remember, duchess… Slash fuckin’ loves you.”

“I love him too.”

Lily’s sincerity rips the air from my lungs. I stumble backward like I’ve been slapped. My boot catches on the armchair behind me, and I steady myself on the headrest. As Slash and Lily stare at each other with an amalgamation of dislike and lust, I angle the seat, so I have an unimpeded view of them on the bed.

Voyeurism has never been a kink of mine.

Yet watching Lily being spread out like a Christmas dinner for my viewing pleasure makes my dick kick inside my pants. They hate that they want each other almost as much as I hate their weakness. Lily’s carnal indulgence at a time when she should be mourning my death is an insult. Her betrayal hits hard, jagged shards of the love I have for her stabbing through my chest at the unfairness of it all.

I would never do this to her.

I’ve been dead for less than three months.

I’ve gone years without fucking anyone when I couldn’t have her.

Slash’s tone is cruel, matching the rage building within me, when he tells Lily, “But Carter fuckin’ hates you for makin’ him wait so long to possess you.”

My sweet thing arches beneath him. She bites his ear lobe, before whispering, “It’s okay—I hate Carter for not having the balls to claim me until now.”

Hearing their mutual loathing sets my blood on fire.

I settle into the armchair.

Rest my handgun on my right thigh.

My grip on my cock when I free him from the constricting confines of my pants and then my boxer-briefs is harsh. I indulge the ache, working my length hard as I witness Slash begin his annihilation of Lily. Her bra is shredded, much like the top he ripped down the middle, then reduced to rags. The red marks his brutality leave on her skin is a well-deserved suffering. His violence as he strips her pants down her legs feels like a suitable punishment. My ears strain to take in every moan and mewl that spills from her lips when Slash tears her panties from her body.

“No,” Lily whimpers as her husband buries his face between her legs. He laps at her pussy, tasting an ecstasy that belongs to me. Boiling lust builds inside me. My fingers tighten around my dick as she cries out, “I don’t want… for Zeke.”

I know my sweet thing inside and out.

I understand what she means before he does.

My woman doesn’t want to come.

She wants to be edged and denied release as penance for her duplicity.

For betraying her promises to me.

“Fuck, no.” Lily’s plea unleashes Slash’s own jealousy. He pins her hands to her stomach with one of his when she attempts to pull his head away from her pussy. The long laves he makes of her sweet slit rips a groan out of my mouth. I stroke my length faster. Viciously driving myself to the edge, then mimicking the denial Lily should be refused as I slow down. He nips at her clit with sharp teeth. “You don’t mention him while I’m eatin’ you out.”

“But… please.” His tongue steals her voice. “Uh, uh… God. No.”

As her thighs open and close around his ears, Slash shoves two fingers inside Lily’s pussy. He works her over with a lack of finesse that adds a bite of pain to the pleasure she’s fighting to avoid. My gaze narrows, zeroing in on his invasion of my Lily. An angry growl tumbles from my mouth, the sound swallowed when she screams her objection to her husband working her body like a finetuned machine toward the cusp of climax.

“No. No. I… can’t. I… won’t.”

His hair is a mess, floating around his shoulders like curtains when he rolls her over onto her stomach. Lily is equally undone by their battle. Beneath him, she scrambles for purchase while Slash fists her hair, then finger fucks her from behind. My balls draw up tight as I take in my sweet thing’s eyes rolling back in her head while she pants through his ministrations in an effort to keep from coming.

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