Page 95 of Ruthless Rebel

Then I lower myself back down, a little quicker this time, yet the pace still feels like torture, and from the look on Lincoln’s face, I can tell he feels the same. His fingertips bite into the skin at my hip as his groin meets my ass again, and fuck, I don’t know how I ever went without him. I use my hold on his shoulders to slowly push myself up and down his length, noting every hitch of his breath and roll of his eyes, until I am riding him steadily, unhurriedly. Taking my time getting to learn what every inch of him feels like, until I feel like I might know what heaven is.

Lincoln Blackwell is a ruthless murderer, yet as he gently guides me down onto his cock, all I can do is be captivated by his beauty and strength. He might be a monster made in the dark, but the light we shared guided us to one another, and now we will remain there, forever lost in twilight together.

49

LINCOLN

Watching Asher Donovan ride my cock might be the prettiest fucking sight I have ever seen. The way his bruised muscles flex as he grinds his body down on mine is fucking beautiful. His ass is hot and tight, and stretching around me in the best fucking way, that I can’t stop my grip on his hips tightening, as I thrust up into him for the first time, making him cry out.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, picking up his pace a little, and I know he’s finding it now, the rhythm, the need, so I do it again, relishing in the way his fingers dig into my shoulders. “Yes, like that, fuck me,” he pleads, his words sending me crazy, as I lean forward and bring my mouth to his ear.

“You want more, baby?” I ask, holding him against me and taking over his movements, thrusting up into his ass until he is just holding on, letting me use his body like my own personal toy, and fuck, it feels good.

“Lincoln,” he groans out, making pleasure dance up my spine with just that one word, and I am moving before he can stop.

I flip us over, slamming him into the bed, and thrusting into him roughly. “Mmm, can you feel your greedy little hole sucking me in?” I ask, snapping my groin against his ass, as one of my hands moves to his throat, wrapping the chain between my fingers, as the other presses his knee to the mattress, spreading him open for me. “Your ass is mine, Ash, it belongs to me,” I tell him, fucking him with quick, yet gentle thrusts, as blood starts to spill from the wound on my arm down to my fingers at his neck.

“Yours,” he repeats, completely breathless, closing his eyes and tipping his head back, letting his body accept my thrusts, but my hand squeezes his throat in warning.

“Ah, ah, eyes on me when I’m fucking you, Dark Prince,” I purr, as his hooded stare meets mine, and I pull my thick length all the way out of him, and then slam back in. “Feel that, baby? Feel me fucking you, owning you, and branding you with my fucking cock.” My words have him moaning loudly, freely, so fucking erotically I almost spill myself into him right there.

Seeing him spread out beneath me, my bloody hand around his throat, his ass taking my cock, fuck, it’s a dream come true, and it makes me feel fucking feral. Asher Donovan, the Dark Prince of people’s nightmares, is taking my cock like it was made for him, and there is something about owning a man like him. The untouchable force of nature that was always out of reach, yet now here he lies, speared with my fucking cock, and moaning my god damn name.

“Lincoln, more, please,” he begs, and the sound is so fucking sweet, and who am I to say no to the devil?

I fuck him harder, pulling all the way back, and then slamming into him so he cries out in pleasure and pain. The fact I am the one person in the world who gets to see him like this, vulnerable and in a pleasured haze of my own creation, has my cock leaking inside of him. Fuck, I can’t wait to see him fall apart on my dick, and the thought has me snapping my hips even quicker.

“Harder,” he demands, and my hand moves from his leg to drop down beside his head, giving me leverage over him as I start to rut into him even more.

“Like this?” I ask, rolling my hips with every thrust, and he nods wildly, my blood now staining his jaw, and I can’t stop myself from leaning down and lapping it up.

“Yes, more please, don’t go easy on me, I can take it,” he gasps out, pulling me into him even more by Logan’s chain around my neck, before reaching for his cock and fisting it roughly.

I pull back and then slam into him, the force of it making the headboard smack against the wall, but it’s nothing compared to the noise that tears from his throat. “Oh my baby likes that, doesn’t he?” I ask, squeezing his throat in my fingers, and feeling his hammering pulse against my skin, as he nods. “You want to be fucked rough and hard, don’t you? You want me to fucking abuse this tight little hole, until it is filled with my cum?” I add, gritting my teeth, as I slam into him again and again, forcing his body deeper into the mattress with the strength of my thrusts.

His hand works his cock faster, stroking himself roughly, until the room is mixed with the sounds of our slick cocks and breathless moans, but it’s the sound of my skin slapping against his ass that drives me insane. I fuck him hard, rough, deep, so fucking intensely, that when our eyes lock, I swear I can see into his fucking soul. My stare drops down to his lips, so desperate to taste him, but doubting he will allow it given where my tongue has just been. Yet when he sees my stare, he grabs my neck and pulls me down, grunting against my lips, before my tongue sweeps inside his mouth and meets his.

I swallow his moans, not faltering in fucking him for even a second, owning him with my mouth and cock until he is making noises I have never heard before, but all I can do is keep rolling my hips into him. And it’s all too much, my hand around his throat, his tongue in my mouth, my cock in his ass, I can feel him and taste him everywhere.

“Fuck, I’ve never felt anything like this,” I grit against his mouth, devouring his noises with my lips, as his body shudders beneath mine. “I’m going to fucking come. I’m going to fill you so fucking full of my cum that it will be spilling out of your hole,” I warn, letting that familiar feeling take over my body, yet it feels like something I have never felt before.

I’ve fucked many people, but never have I felt so deep in the moment with someone, not even Logan, as much as it pains me to admit it. He was light and pure, and far too fucking good for me, and fucking him was like fucking an angel sent from heaven to tempt me. And I loved him, fuck I loved him, I think I always will, but fucking him didn’t feel like this. It didn’t feel like we were connected on a level I can’t even comprehend.

Like I might die if I ever stop, and that’s how I know.

Logan Royton was my soulmate, but Asher Donovan is my twin fucking flame, and I know my world now starts and ends with him. We will forever share his loss and love, and we will forever have each other.

“Come in me, Lincoln, I want to feel it, make me yours completely,” he groans, working his fist faster and faster, and when his groan turns to a gargled scream of my name, I know I’ve found that sweet spot inside of him. “Lincoln, fuck, Lincoln, please,” he calls out, his voice vibrating off the walls, as cum bursts from the end of his cock and spills across his fingers and abs, yet his fist doesn’t falter. Still moving and milking himself completely, like he never wants the moment to end.

My hand tightens so fiercely around his throat, that it cuts off his pleasure-filled screams, robbing him of his breath as I rut into his ass, until I am following him into the abyss. I come inside him deep and long, not stopping until every drop has been emptied inside of him, and only then do I let him go, but I don’tstop.

I move quickly, leaning down and lapping my tongue against his abs, cleaning up his cum until every last drop has been erased by my tongue. Then I pull out of him, flipping him onto his stomach, and spreading his ass cheeks wide so I can see my own cum spilling out of his hole. The sight has me groaning, and I lean down and spear my tongue back inside him, letting the taste of my release explode on my tongue with his, until I am sure I haven’t wasted a drop. Only then do I let myself collapse beside him.

“You’re bleeding on the sheets,” he gasps, his pupils blown out in a pleasured daze, and I can’t help but bark out a laugh.

“Ash, I just had the best sex of my fucking life, I don’t give a shit about the fucking sheets,” I reply, and he smiles, his hand reaching out to swipe at some of the blood at my throat, before rubbing the silver chain bearing the crown between his fingers.

“I get it now,” he whispers, his focus on the chain Logan gifted us, and I stay silent, letting him find his words. “I understand how Elle deals with her trauma, how you can be happy and heartbroken at the same time,” he breathes, and I’m sure his heart feels the same crushing weight as mine does.

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