Page 58 of The Devils of Saint City

Jealousy coils in my gut, and I don’t know if it’s because she sits in Manson’s lap the entire time we eat, the way her tongue curls around her fork with each bite, or the little noises she makes when syrup drips down her chin and she laps it up.

It’s probably all of those things to be fair, but by the time we’re done eating and move over to the couch, I grab her to sit on my lap instead.

She fits better than I expected, but her bare neck makes me angry. There’s supposed to be a fucking collar there.

Manson catches my eye with a warning look and I force myself to chill as Rhea settles in. I just have to remind myself this isn’t permanent.

“So... I didn’t have an episode last night?”

“No,” I respond. “Probably because you slept like a rock, and even if you attempted to move, Manson was pinning you down.”

And he wasn’t the only one.

She wasn’t going anywhere.

“Hmm.” Rhea squirms, waking my cock up even more than it already was. “That’s good, I guess.”

Gripping her hips, I meet her gaze. “Keep squirming like that and you’re going to start something I’m going to have to finish.”

“Psh, don’t count me out, Ash. I can finish whatever you can’t,” Manson teases, but Rhea’s eyes darken. Her slender fingers tangle in my hair as she deliberately rolls her hips, grinding down, and I couldn’t stop my hips from moving with hers if I tried. Fuck, I’m so hard. “You want to play, Rhea? Is Manson invited?”

“Mmhm.” She glances over at him, smiling softly. “I want you both in my pussy again. While I’m awake this time.”

Both of us groan like horny little bastards, but immediately I know there’s no way either of us deny her. I just hope she’s ready for it because there’s no going back now.

We’re about to wreck her pussy.

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Nerves set my body alight as Manson moves closer. I don’t remember the first time this happened. They made me bleed, I know that. I felt them for days after, watched myself beg on that recording. But the intensity, the pleasure? I was numb to it.

Not this time.

I’m taking something for myself here. It feels weird playing house with my devils, but if this is what it takes to move on, move forward? I’ll do it. I’ll do it a thousand times because I deserve every bit of happiness and pleasure I can squeeze out of them.

It starts here.

Holding my arms out for Manson, I let him pick me up off Asher’s lap and put me gently on my feet. From here, I run my fingers up his chest, touch his chin. “Kiss me, Manson.”

His mouth crashes to mine the second he gets my shirt off my body, and as his hands cradle my face I feel Asher begin to slide down my panties. “Spin her around, but keep kissing her.”

Manson does, craning my neck to the side so his tongue can slide against mine, and my heart beats a little faster as Asher lifts one of my legs over his shoulder.

There’s no fucking way. I’m scared to look down to make sure, what if I spook him? He’s never done it before, never done anything that was purely for my pleasure. It makes it hard to breathe, hard to focus on the kiss — and then he licks me.

I whimper into Manson’s mouth, earning a smile and a breathless laugh from him when Ash does it again. “How’s it feel, pet? How’s it feel to have your mean, angry step-brother kneeling before you and eating your pussy?”

Ash sucks my clit into his mouth before I can answer, stealing my words and maybe my sanity. I barely stay standing as myknees buckle and pleasure twists so furiously in my gut, I think I’m drowning him.

“That good, huh?” Manson teases, licking into my mouth and forcing me to stay in the moment as Ash devours me in a way I never thought I’d experience with him. He’s bearing some of my weight along with Manson, his thick palm wrapped around my throat, and for once I allow myself to be happy I’m at their mercy.

“We’re going to fuck you so good, Rhea. You’ve been craving it since the video, haven’t you?”

“No,” I deny, but Asher pauses. “Maybe.” He pulls away entirely, so I rush out, “Yes! Okay? Yes. Please don’t st—”

He steals my words again, stuffing two fingers inside me as his tongue flicks over my clit. The moan that leaves me sounds so pathetic I’d want to hide if I wasn’t so desperate to come on my big brother’s face.

But the way he’s eating me out, the way Manson is whispering dirty little things into my ear makes it impossible to feel shame. All I care about is release, and when Asher growls, “come on my face” up at me, I start to actually believe he can change. The Asher I knew would’ve edged me, denied me pleasure until he got enough of his own that he just didn’t care anymore. But the passion in his eyes, the lust? He wants me to feel good.

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