Page 24 of Sweet Anarchy

"Let them hear," Asher says through clenched teeth. "I don't give a fuck. She's mine."

"Ours," Zayn corrects, pushing his boxers down. His cock springs out, catching my attention.

I moan, watching as he starts pumping his cock in his fist, his eyes raking over my body.

Asher releases one of his hands, his thumb rubbing my clit to get my attention back on him. "Eyes on me. It's my turn."

My gaze snaps to Asher's, his grey orbs burning into mine in the dark. I move my hips, grinding against him as he thrusts upwards.

"Or what?" I breathe out. "What are you going to do if I watch him?"

Asher's eyes darken, his movements slowing down. I'm suddenly thrown off him onto the bed, bouncing from the force. Asher shoves me onto my hands and knees, slamming into me from behind so hard that I fall forward into the pillow.

He fucks me so fast that I can't seem to lift my head, my face buried into the cotton pillowcase.

"There, two birds-one stone. It will help keep that smart mouth quiet."

I grind my teeth, throwing my hips back as Asher pushes forward, not letting him have complete control. The room sounds are muffled by the pillow warped around my head, but I hear Zayn chuckle.

"Rude."

Asher responds by grabbing my hips hard, smashing into me. I'm struggling to regain control, my body tensing up as I can feel my orgasm approaching.

Suddenly, Asher pulls out, killing my climax. I let out a cry of protest and he flips me onto my back, fisting his cock as he stares down at me.

My mouth falls open as I pant, watching in shock as he denies me relief.

"What the fuck?" I spit out quietly.

"Aw, were you about to come?" Asher taunts, still on his knees, leaning over me.

I glare at him. "You know I was."

"Oh, no..." Asher mocks, not bothering to hide his smirk at all.

I look over at Zayn for support before deciding to take matters into my own hands. I shuffle to the side of the bed, reaching into my drawers to grab my Satisfyer Pro.

Locking eyes with Asher, flashbacks of our first ever dare come to life as I switch it on, pressing it against my body.

Recognition flares through his eyes as he watches, his own hand stilling on his cock as he gazes like a possessed demon at me.

Zayn groans louder, tugging his length as he watches me pleasure myself. "Sweet Jesus. That's my fucking girl."

"What's wrong, Ash?" I ask innocently, letting out a little dramatic gasp and jolting my hips.

Suddenly, Asher snaps, lurching forward to rip the vibrator from my hand. He flings it across the room before grabbing my legs and bending me in half, so my knees are next to my head. He thrusts inside of me, growling.

"Your orgasms belong to me, Rylee."

I'm so worked up that it only takes a few deep thrusts and slaps against my clit to send me over the edge. I cry out at the same time Zayn groans, his own release spilling over his hand.

Asher groans hearing my climax, a victorious smirk tugging on his face as he pulls a look of concentration. He finds his own relief a few seconds later, spearing me into the bed head with his force.

We end up a tangled mess on the bed, the three of us cracking up laughing as we come down from the high.

Zayn leans over, kissing my lips. "I wish I could see Blake's face if he walked in and saw you like this. I think turning you into our own piece of twisted artwork is far more rewarding than anything else in my life."

Chapter 8

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