Page 18 of The Devils of Saint City

Ignoring me completely, Ash wraps her hair around his fist and loses control, hips snapping until his jaw is dropping and he’s filling her mouth with cum.

Bred on both ends, just like she was always meant to be.

“You think the episode’s over?” I ask quickly. “Is that why her eyes are closed?”

“Yeah.” Pulling himself out, Ash takes a step back and shakes his head. “I don’t know how long she’s been awake, but she’s awake.”

When he leans in to slap her cheek softly, her cunt flexes around my over-sensitive cock. I need him to do that again before I come next time.

“Rhea?”

He slaps again a little harder, but she doesn’t react. At least not that I can see.

“She’s faking it. She never closes her eyes during episodes, and there’s no way she fell back into a deep sleep with us still inside her. What’s the matter, little sis?” he goads. “Afraid to admit you woke up and didn’t want us to stop?”

He reaches out to scoop up some cum that leaked out of her pouty lips and feeds it to her, but again, she doesn’t react.

Either he’s wrong... or she’s fucking good.

“Course she didn’t. She needs us, remember?”

Ash nods. “Was it when we put your collar on? When he came? Even sooner?” He’s taunting her, voice low and deep. “Maybe it was when you were kissing the life out of Manson, huh?”

I think Hell has a better chance of freezing over than for her to ever kiss me on purpose, but I can’t deny the hope that sparked when he said it.

But if she woke up that early, she knows he fucking microchipped her. The cops will be here by morning.

Maybe it’s time to break that laptop.

“Whatever, let me get her back in bed. It doesn’t matter if she’s awake or not.”

His tight jaw says he wants to argue, but I’m glad to see that he doesn’t. He watches me carry her there like a lost puppy though, and a part of me feels bad he holds so many emotions inside. But it’s his fault they’re there, not mine.

Laying her back, I stare down at her body again and wait to see if she’ll stir. Her eyes are closed, breathing even, but like Ash I have the strongest feeling she’s awake. “Sleep good, Rhea. You were good for us tonight.”

Nothing.

Maybe she really is asleep.

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My heart is beating so fast, I can’t believe Manson couldn’t see my chest thumping. I’ll never understand how I managed to keep a straight face during all of that, but thank god I did — Asher was right. I woke up when he put the collar on me. I could’ve told them to stop, screamed, hit them, done any number of things to save myself.

But I didn’t.

I’ve never felt that alive in my life.

With Asher in my mouth and Manson deep in my pussy, I felt whole in a way I never thought was possible. It was better than the video they taunted me with. Better than any fantasy.

And I fucking hate them for it.

I’d hate myself too, but none of this is really my fault. Ishouldbe able to rely on Asher to help me when I’m down. What I have is a disorder, it’s not like I can control it or my actions when I’m in the middle of an episode. They’re the ones taking advantage of it, of me. Is it really my fault for enjoying it?

Yeah, it probably is. There’s clearly something wrong with me that modern medicine can’t fix, so all I can do is try to temper my reactions myself.

At least I’m off to a good start.

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