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“Come on, Ash. Fucking cum on my knife.” I force myself deeper into her, causing her body to push back onto the knife, and then she does it. She screams around my cock as she comes for me.Then I’m filling her mouth with my seed, and she’s choking like a good girl on it.

“That’s it. Good girl, Ash. Choke it all down,” I tell her.

Chapter 18

Ash

Ben comes home today, and I have to find a way to tell him that we’re over. My dad also comes home today, and I have to find a way to keep me and Tristan a secret, although he thinks we should tell them.

I don’t. That’s on me. That will be my punishment and I’m not sure I’m ready for that just yet.

Either way, things are going to change around here.

The doorbell rings, and I know it’s Ben. I walk over, fixing my shirt, tugging it down to cover the top of the jeans I’m wearing. That should be a shock to him, to begin with. When I open the door and see him standing there, he eyes me up and down with a smile that quickly fades.

I step out onto the porch, and he hands me a bouquet of red roses.

“She prefers black now,” Tristan smarts off behind me, but I ignore him and walk over to the porch swing to sit down.

“They are nice,” I tell Ben. “Thank you.”

“You’re wearing jeans.”

“They’re nice, right?”

“I don’t know what to say. I’ve never seen you wear jeans. Did your dad approve of this?” he asks.

“Not … not exactly.”

“He doesn’t know? Ash, this is asking for trouble. Go change,” he says, nodding toward the door. I shake my head when Tristan walks out and sits on the chair across the porch from us.

“I’m comfortable in these.”

“I think she looks sexy as fuck in those jeans,” Tristan adds.

“No one really asked you,” Ben retorts.

“Didn’t need to.”

“Can we have some privacy?” Ben asks. Tristan belts out a laugh that sends a chill down my spine.

“You want to be alone with her? Isn’t that against the whole Godly thing?” He taunts him.

“Please,” Ben says.

“No. I don’t think so. As her older stepbrother, I take my duty of being her sibling very seriously, Ben. I wouldn’t want any funny business going on,” he tells him, a dark twinkle in his eyes. I almost laugh at his choice of words but cover it quickly with a cough. Tristan notices and smirks, but Ben doesn’t.

“Fine. Stay then. So, how have the last few weeks been?”

“Have you spoken to Tim?”

“Tim? No. Why?”

“I was only wondering. I’ve seen him around, and before you left, I hadn’t.”

“I asked him to keep an eye on you,” Ben explains.

“Why?” His eyes flick to Tristan and then back to me.

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