Page 180 of Seizing Control: Part One

I see Slash’s knuckles whiten as he yanks Lily up onto all fours by her hips.

We lock eyes over the top of her head.

With languid efficiency, I jerk my cock harder, even as I slow down to an insulting pace. Feigning boredom, I flick my gaze dismissively over his dick. It’s nothing I haven’t seen tens of times, but I won’t allow him the satisfaction of discovering how hard it is to watch him with Lily. Fury turns his eyes to flint, anger etching in his features as he takes in the sight of me masturbating to their carnal interlude. His shoulders straighten. On his knees, he widens his stance, as he looms behind my metukà shelì.

In the dark, I bare my teeth at him.

He snarls.

I curl my lips into a smirk.

Slash matches my grin with one of his own.

Reading his intention a moment too late, I’m unable to avoid the man-bunned motherfucker getting the last laugh. He keeps his focus on me as he steadies his cock with one hand, then thrusts home. He invades my woman’s body. Steals her from me one drive of his dick at a time. Lily absorbs his savagery with soul-destroying moans. She reaches forward, gripping the covers tight as Slash pumps into her like a man possessed.

I take out my rage on my cock.

My hand moves harder and faster as he drives metukà shelì closer to the edge.

“You don’t fuckin’ deny me your orgasm.” He brings his palm down on the globe of her arse. Lily shrieks, and I wish I could see the mark he’s left on her skin from my position. Instead, I settle for zeroing in on the bruises around her neck when he tangles his fingers in her hair again and wrenches her head back. Tits swaying as Slash fucks her with hard staccato thrusts, my sweet thing lets out a groan that I feel in my soul. “That’s it, baby. I can feel you clenchin’ around me.” He leers over her, curling his body so he can lower his mouth to her ear. “You’re gonna come… I know you will.”

“No…” Lily pants and gasps. She shrieks again when Slash spanks her other arse cheek. Over and over, he alternates between slapping her arse and pulling her hair, all the while fucking her hard enough to hurt. She’s straining to take everything he’s giving her, pleading the entire time for his mercy. “Don’t… make… me. No.”

I know the second that Lily reaches the point of no return.

Her mouth drops open.

She screws her eyes shut.

Convulsions run through her lithe body.

From head to toe, she jerks and spasms. Her knees almost give out. The strain in her arms is apparent when she struggles to hold herself upright. Slash uses his vicious grip on her hair to yank her head back, and I swear she locks eyes with me as her climax barrels through her.

My own release hits in a sneak attack.

I spill over my fist.

My hand moves at double speed as I follow Lily into the abyss.

Slash roars his displeasure at my invasion of his time with his wife, then he spills inside her. With brutal thrusts he fills her. He forces Lily’s head down, pushing her face into the covers to break her connection with me, as he finishes coming. I grab the cushion on the other armchair and strip the case off it. After wiping off my hand and my cock, I secure my still-hard dick in my pants.

On the bed, Lily battles aftershocks.

She rolls into a ball, cradling her stomach as she whimpers.

“Baby… talk to me.” Slash is immediately contrite. He drops onto his side and spoons her from behind. “Tell me you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.” Lily sounds anything but as she starts to breathlessly sob. “I’m… fine.”

My spine is ramrod straight, ready to defend her if she makes it clear that he needs to go.

Slash’s heavy arm clutches her tight around the waist and he rests his chin on the top of her head while he attempts to soothe her. “Tell me what I can do to make the tears go away.”

Rolling over, Lily presses her lips to the tattoo over his heart. I grind my teeth as I realise that he’s inked a cherub into his skin—a cherub that’s been ruined by a scar shaped like the Trinity insignia that both Lily and I have carved into our flesh as well. “I need you to promise me something before I tell you.”

“Anythin’, baby.”

On the verge of madness, ready to throw caution to the wind and reclaim metukà shelì, regardless of the consequences, I toss the cushion cover onto the armchair and stand. Watching them together is painful, and I’m starting to regret letting my dick do my thinking for me. I should’ve left the moment he challenged me to watch him fuck her.

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