Page 169 of Ashes

I breathed in, hating that I’d caved the way I had, but desperate to feel them inside me. I wanted to forget what happened to me in the facility. I wanted them to take that memory and help me shove it into a box I’d never unlock.

This wasn’t who I was.

Or hadn’t been.

Church pushed into my body, his hands gripping my hips in a painful hold as he let out a groan behind me.

“Fuck, so tight. So fucking good,” he choked out, slamming into me.

Ashes tangled his fingers in my hair and ran his dick along my lips.

“Please?” he asked softly as Church jostled me against the tombstone.

I parted my lips, and he pushed between them, my name falling from his lips as he buried his cock deep into my throat, his fingers tangled in my hair.

And then they fucked me from both ends, neither of them taking an ounce of mercy on my body as they moved in and out of me.

I looked up at Ashes to see his lips parted, his abs tight as he railed into my mouth over and over.

“Fuck, baby. You’re doing good. I missed your mouth,” he rasped. “You going to swallow for me?”

Church slammed into me faster as I shattered around him, the pleasure so much that tears streamed down my cheeks.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” Ashes choked out. He tightened his hold on my hair and fucked into my mouth, each thrust hitting the back of my throat. I coughed and choked, but he kept at it, his moans filling the night.

Church unloaded inside me, his groan so feral it sent shivers down my spine. His hands on my hips were painful, and I knew I’d be bruised from it in the morning.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Ashes choked out. “Heaven. Fuck.”

He came with a low moan, his cock twitching against my tongue. With each jump of his cock, his release jetted into my mouth.

“Swallow. Fuck. Let me see,” he said, pulling his dick from my mouth.

I swallowed him down and opened my mouth to show him I’d done it. He captured my lips with his, his tongue sweeping inside as Church slapped my ass and thrust slowly in and out of me.

I came once more, Ashes eating my soft cry so it was silent.

Church pulled free of my body before he helped me to stand up straight. No one said a word as they carefully dressed me again and placed my tiara back atop my head.

“You’re beautiful,” Ashes whispered in my ear before he took my hand in his. Church twined his other hand through mine, and they led me back to the trail.

It didn’t take a genius to know they were angry, and Sin was going to pay.

I feared for all of them, and regretted telling them now.

We reached the edge of the forest, the party in sight, and Church stopped us and turned to me.

“You did good, specter,” he murmured, fixing my hair again. “Go back to the party. Go back to Asylum. We’ll see you soon, OK?”

I wrapped my hands around his as he made to lower them from my face.

“It’ll be OK,” he said, his eyes shining beneath the moonlight.

Tears.

He was hurting.

The regret washed over me in a tidal wave, making me gasp for air.

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