Page 34 of The Devils of Saint City

“Yes. I feel... completely exposed, and I know I can’t stop you from doing whatever you want to me. I’m also a little terrified.”

That makes him smile. Evil asshole.

“You should be. But we gave our word, and that means something. Just breathe... relax... give in.”

He pinches my nipple harder this time, making my clit throb as my body tries to respond, but fails.

Fuck, this is weird.

“You’re asking me to trust you,” I huff. “That’s—oh.” Manson touches the vibrator to my pussy again, cutting my words off. It has my eyes closing and back wanting to bow, but my body stays completely still. It’s such an odd feeling.

When two fingers slide inside of me, my eyes shoot open and lock with Asher’s sharp green stare. “You were saying?”

This could end up being one of the best experiences I’ve ever had, or it could be the worst. It’s entirely dependent on how I respond here.

“I was going to say that’s easier said than done, but I’m trying, Asher. I promise I’m trying.”

It’s the best I can do as Manson brings me closer to the edge and then abruptly stops, leaving me panting and desperate for him to finish what he started.

God, not being able to move is frustrating.

“She’s looking desperate already, Manson. Look at the way she’s breathing.”

Both of them are hard already, and something about knowing they’re like this because of me is empowering. Is it possible to feel vulnerable and empowered at the same time?

When Asher reaches over to help Manson get out of his clothes, I have to add jealousy to the list.

They’re so soft with each other, so... tender. The love and trust I see between them makes my stomach churn. They love and trust me so much they had to paralyze me just so they could get what they want, and I can’t even blame them for it. They’re right. If they hadn’t given me Sway, I’d have kicked and screamed and argued just out of pride. Just out of some twisted sense of self-preservation, so I wouldn’t have to admit that I want someone to love and trust me like that, too.

Not someone. Them.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Did we forget to mention Sway also heightens your emotions?” Manson asks, softly wiping a tear from my cheek that I didn’t realize was there. “It doesn’t fabricate them, but it does amplify what’s already there. It’s an interesting side effect of freeing up all that brainpower. What’s the matter, pet? Tell us.”

I can’t. Jesus H Christ and his descendants, I can’t admit that out loud. “I’m okay,” I lie. “That was just really intense.”

Manson nods like he understands, but with the way Ash is looking at me, I know he’s trying to see through my mask. “It’s okay to cry,” Manson adds. “I imagine this whole experience will be intense for you, Rhea.”

It feels a little like an olive branch. Finally, one of them is admitting this may not be easy for me, and for the first time, they won’t blame me for the emotions I feel.

They should’ve given me this shit on day one.

“Ash?” I whisper. I have to know if Manson is the only one who will cut me some slack here, or if it’s really okay. “Do you agree with him?”

Frowning, Ash closes the distance between us to cup my face, his thumb ghosting along my lips as he watches another tear slide out. “Yes.”

For a moment, I can’t do anything but stare into his eyes. There’s no malice there for once, no pain or anger or thirst for retribution. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks vulnerable too. “Okay, then. Go ahead.”

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Every nerve in my body feels alive as those same two fingers that were just inside me plunge into my throat.

It’s timed perfectly with that vibrator finding my clit again, making my eyes roll and my tongue chase the flavor. I can do this. I can enjoy this. I fucking deserve it.

“She’s already falling apart for you, Manson.” His other hand joins in the fun, finding my g-spot in seconds. “I want her to strangle my fingers as she comes. Don’t stop.”

It’s almost overwhelming how good it feels. They prove in a matter of heartbeats that there will never be a duo on this planet better suited to please me — they work together like they’re two halves of the same whole, balancing the pressure and vibrations so perfectly that I come almost embarrassingly fast.

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