Page 167 of Ashes

“Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry,” Ashes husked out, giving my breasts a squeeze. “You’re such a good girl. You’re doing so good, heaven. It’ll feel so much better once you tell us. We’ll make it feel so fucking good for you. Promise. Just give us a name.”

I was on the cusp of screaming it.

God, I was.

Church ate me again, once more bringing the pleasure only to tear it away from me before I could crash around him.

They were torturing me.

I couldn’t do this all night.

Again.

God, please.

Languid licks.

Kisses.

Whispers.

Praise.

Again.

Stop.

Again.

Stop.

Again.

Stop.

Again. . .

“Who helped Asylum?” Ashes demanded as Church pushed a digit into my backside, his tongue lashing at my clit, goosebumps rushing along my body as he brought me higher again.

“Tell me, pretty girl, so you can come in Church’s mouth. So I can make you come next.”

God, please. This was the sweetest torture.

Church slowed again.

I let out a frustrated whimper.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me who did it. I promise you can come as many times as you want once you tell me. The person will be dealt with. We won’t kill anyone. Just hurt them a little.”

Church flicked his tongue again against my swollen clit.

My body shook.

“You don’t have to be such a good girl,” Ashes murmured into my ear. “You can be our bad girl just for tonight. Tell me who helped Asylum. Once you do, we’ll bury ourselves so deeply inside you, you’ll see God, baby. I promise you that.”

This Ashes was unhinged and so sexy and volatile.

It scared me, but it made me ache for him even more.

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