Page 29 of The Devils of Saint City

The way he moans my name.

The way his face feels brushing against mine as he starts to move, the way he tilts his mouth just so slightly toward me like he’s thinking about kissing me but stops himself.

Good, I think it would unravel me.

The collar pinches my neck from the angle as he bends me in half, pinning my hands between our bodies. He’s longer than Manson, and fuck, I think I feel him in my ribcage.

“Say my name again,” I whisper. “My real name.”

“Rhea,” he growls, too far gone to deny me. “He got you wet for me.”

I can feel every word against my cheek, and I don’t miss what it means. Manson was the warm up act in his mind. I’m his.

I hate that it turns me on.

“Look at me. Asher, look at me.” He should see this at least once — the look in my eyes when I’m awake. The difference there, the depth. “Please.”

Slowing, his hips roll into me again before he caves. He pulls back just enough to see me and share our breaths, his green eyes staring into mine and whatever he sees there has him stilling.

His cock pulses in a silent demand a moment later, urging him to fuck into me again and when he begins to move this time he presses our foreheads together.

My heart skips a beat as he moves slower, deeper this time. I can’t run from this. I can’t deny the way it feels, the fact that I don’t want him to stop, the urge I have to kiss him.

And as much as I hate to admit it, having my choice taken away makes it easier. I’m collared and cuffed, unable to grab him, unable to fight. He could take me whether I wanted him to or not.

Fuck, that’s hot.

My breath catches as my pussy clenches and I try to fight off an orgasm, but he feels it. I can feel the pleased huff he releases, see the faint upturn of his lips while he reads me with ease, and when he snaps his hips harder I gasp alongside him. “Is my little sister gonna come? I can feel your cunt begging for it, girl.”

Screw it. I deserve to feel good too. “Make me.”

When his hand slots between us to wrap around my throat, I see his eyes light up at the feel of the collar. It has him squeezing a little tighter as he fucks me harder, and feeling him lose the tiny bit of control he had has me sinking into the sickness instead of recoiling from it.

My eyes roll as the bloodflow to my brain slows. I hear Manson’s soft voice urging me to let go, to give my big brother what he wants, and I’m so, so close — but I don’t tip over until Asher pries my mouth open and spits on my tongue.

The orgasm that hits me is unreal.

“That’s a good pet,” he growls. “Come all over my dick — fuck.”

Ash lets go of my throat to fuck into me harder, his resolve snapping as he nears the edge, and when he releases a loud moan I realize he’s about to breed me again.

While I’m wide awake.

And I fucking want it.

Lifting my wrists, I stare down at the spot where his cock is disappearing inside me almost in awe. “Wait, don’t,” I rush out, knowing damned well it’ll only make him bury it deeper. I’m counting on it. “Don’t cum inside me.”

Manson cusses under his breath just as Asher’s hand flies to my mouth, his palm pressing down hard on my lips. “Shut the fuck up and take it.”

He comes with a groan that makes my overly sensitive clit throb, his hips stilling so he’s deep inside of me.

I feel every violent pulse as he fills me up, and to mess with him a little more, I wink at him as I wrap my legs around his ass.

His brow furrows in confusion, but when Manson chuckles, I know at least one of them caught on. “That was so fucking hot,” he says, moving in closer as the haze clears around us.

Asher slowly pulls out of me, his shining, spent cock still jerking like it’s angry at him for leaving my pussy, and when I look up and meet his eyes I know he’s at a loss for words.

Good. I hope this fucks with him for a long time.

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