Page 25 of Descent

“Yeah, say my name, princess.”

“Princess?” she giggles stupidly, ruining the fantasy.

“Say it,” I grit through clenched teeth.

“Asher. Fuck, you fill me up so good.”

Fuck, yes, I do, princess.

“Oh, Asher. I want you so bad. I always want you.”

“Me too, baby. Me too,” I pant as my eyes stay on hers, those emerald colored eyes staring up at me like I’m her everything.

“Asher! Asher! Asher!” she moans, as her pussy begins to pulse.

“Skyla!” I roar, as my orgasm tears through me.

I cum hard, so hard I see stars. My thrusts don’t stop as I fuck her until I have nothing left to give.

When I open my eyes, I look down to see a pissed off looking Mercy.

“Skyla?” she asks with a huff, before shoving me off her.

I land on the ground with a hard thunk, before she covers herself with her blankets.

“Get the fuck out, Putnam, and lose my fucking number.”

Well, honestly, can’t blame her. I get dressed quickly and slip out of the room; her soft cries hit me as I shut the door. I’m not a total monster. I don’t like making people cry and it was an accident. I didn’t say it to hurt her; it slipped out. Trust me, I think I’m more upset that it came out than she is.

Chapter Eleven

Skyla

Last night was absolute perfection. Ronan and I made love all night. I’m not even ashamed to be walking with a slight limp this morning from the delicious ache between my thighs.

I sit down at a table with my lunch, Liam by my side as he takes the seat beside me. Maggie sits across from us, and I don’t miss how Asher slows by our table, making eye contact with Liam and me before continuing towards a corner table alone.

The pang inside my chest pisses me off. I shouldn’t be feeling sympathy for that asshole. Turning away from his penetrating gaze, I smile at Liam. He squeezes my thigh, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“How you holding up, babygirl? Ronan do some damage?”

I scoff, shoving him to the side as I shake my head.

“Seriously? Don’t be crass.”

Maggie chuckles from across the table, but quiets immediately when I level her with a look. She smashes her lips together, concealing her laughter as she stares down at her plate. I turn back to Liam when two figures catch my attention. Bridgette and Mercy are whispering to each other, shooting me lethal glaresbefore Bridgette stands, walking across the dining hall with her nose in the air.

I track her carefully, unsure of what exactly she is going to try to pull this time.

“Christ, here we go,” Liam grumbles under his breath.

“So, what’s the deal? Asher isn’t good enough for you? You’re trying to go after Liam too?” Bridgette says, loud enough for the entire room to hear.

All eyes turn to us, Liam and I make quick work of separating.

“What are you going on about?” Liam scoffs in a casual way, that is honestly pretty damn convincing.

Bridgette turns her eyes to him, her aggressive posture softening slightly.

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