Page 62 of The Devils of Saint City

My step-brother hooks his thumb inside my ass with a growl and guides my movements, pushing me down harder, and it’s finally enough. I let out a whimpered little moan as my body trembles and I make an even bigger mess.

They both cuss and moan in awe as they help work me through it, and when Ash leans in to suck on my neck it feels like the pleasure may never end.

Reaching back, I grip his cock and stroke with a loose fist. “More?”

“More,” he grunts like a caveman, shoving me down so I’m practically laying on top of Manson. His cock shoves its way back inside me with his finger still in my ass, and even though it’sclear this is just for him, every thrust leaves me strung out and wanting more.

“Made me wait so long for this fucking pussy,” he mutters under his breath, but Manson and I can both hear him. I can see it clear as day on his face that he’s listening too. “You’re. Fucking. Mine.”

His free hand tightens painfully in my hair as he punishes me, but for once, it doesn’t feel like a punishment. It feels like starting over. Like wiping the slate clean.

“Am I?” I goad. “Prove it.”

“Fuck!” He lets go of my hair and pulls his finger out of my ass so he can wrap both of his hands around my throat, fucking me so hard every thrust makes me cry out.

“Shhh,” Manson croons, stroking my cheek softly. “Take it, Rhea. Be a good little pet and take it.”

And I do, but god, it’s more than I bargained for. He pushes me past the point of pleasure to something searing and heart stopping.

“Rhea!”

Ash comes hard, slamming inside to fill me up even more, and this time when he lays his weight on me and kisses my neck, I know he’s finally spent.

I just hope Manson is too. As much as I hate to say it, I think I’m done.

At least for now.

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“Please?” I beg, bouncing up and down just outside the back door. I probably look like a dog, but I don’t care. I am their pet, after all. “It’s dark, can we go?”

“Love the stars enough to beg, huh?” Manson teases, but even his easygoing smile isn’t enough to distract me from how tense Asher is, and he doesn’t relax at all until he’s gripping my shock collar with both hands.

At least he looks almost apologetic about it. Almost.

As much as it irritates me, I have to admit I understand. He’s bent a lot in the last day or so, I can’t expect him to completely transform.

“It’s okay, Asher,” I assure him, stepping forward and lifting my hair up out of the way. “Go ahead. Just promise me you won’t shock me unless you think it’s necessary.”

“I won’t,” he rushes out, stepping in to clasp it on, and then he surprises the hell out of me when he places a quick kiss on my forehead. “You deserve to see the stars. Go on, Rhea.”

He moves back and waves a hand at the back door just before Manson excitedly takes my hand.

It seems like such a dumb thing to be giddy about, but as they open the stupid biometric door and I get a rush of fresh, clean air for the first time in three months, I feel like I’m flying.

I don’t even open my eyes at first. I keep them squeezed shut as I breathe deep and let the grass tickle my bare toes.

It’s cold, almost too cold, but it’s such a welcome change from the carpet and vinyl inside that I don’t care.

Even the wind feels like a long lost friend. It whips my hair over my face, around my shoulders. I hear crickets chirping and owls hooting. It’s an almost bittersweet reminder that while I’ve been locked in a makeshift prison, the world kept turning.

It makes everything we do on a daily basis feel futile at best and ludicrous at worst. Working our lives away, paying taxes, toeing the line. It oddly doesn’t give me a feeling of inferiority or uselessness — on the contrary. It just makes me want to stop playing by the rules.

I can be free here if I try. If I’m a good girl, if I show them this is the way to go, I can make my own world. My own life.

I can do this.

Slowly, I open my eyes and take in the sky above me. I’ve always been a little obsessed with the stars, but after not seeing them for months?

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