Page 71 of The Devils of Saint City

The thought makes us both angry as I lift her up and carry her to my bed, because if this is the last time we’ll ever have her I think I deserve to have the memories be here. Not in his.

Her fingers tangle in my hair as she kisses me fully, deeply, wrapping her legs around me and pulling me in until I start to think Asher’s insane.

We can’t give her up. Who will take care of her when she’s like this? Fucking Blair?

While I don’t doubt our girl could find release with her, it’d never be what she fully needs because what she needs is us. Our darkness dances with hers, and that isn’t something that can be replicated. I can hear his heavy breathing behind me as I get her out of her panties, but I ignore him completely until I’m sinking deep inside her with a groan. “She’s ours. She will always be ours.”

“Yours,” Rhea repeats, gasping my name as I drive myself deeper. “I’m yours.”

She knows it. No matter what state she’s in, she knows it. She’s ours, she fucking needs us. Needsme.

And Asher’s trying to take her away.

“Manson.”

I ignore him, fucking into her harder and harder so she’s writhing below me and coming all over my cock. “She needs this.”

I can feel myself nearing the edge as I lose myself, but I manage to pull back from that ledge so it doesn’t end yet. I never want it to end.

“Listen to her,” I rasp. “Listen to her moan, listen to her beg. She doesn’t want to fucking leave!”

“It’s not real.”

Even now I can hear he’s struggling to believe himself, but how can she be faking this? The sex is one thing, but her saying my name, her saying she misses me? How is it not real?

Her words play on a loop in my head, the ones I try hard not to think about, and regardless of what I want to believe, she couldn’t have been clearer.“My obedience, my submission? It’ll never be real. You’ll never earn it. Enjoy me while I’m sleeping, because it’s all you’ll ever get...”

We’re not about to lose her... she was never ours.

“Fuck!” I slam deep inside to fill her up one last time, and when I try to look at her face again, I understand what he meant when he said he can’t even look at her anymore. It hurts.

Yet she’s looking past me anyway, to Asher. “Why are you hiding? Don’t you want me?”

Swallowing, Ash steps in closer to slide his hand down her face. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you,” he admits, and as much as it sucks I move out of the way so they can have their goodbye too. “You want me, Rhea?”

She smiles, and it’s so pretty it’s almost jarring. Like all that uncanny valley bullshit, it’s not real, but itisreal, and it’s just strange enough to make you pause. “Of course, Ash. Don’t you believe me?”

Unable to fight it, he strips off his clothes and leans in to flick her clit with his tongue, then shoves his cock inside roughly. “You fuck me up, pet.”

He’s whispering just for her, but I’m not going anywhere. Maybe if she says the right things, if she’s good enough, he’ll change his mind.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to fuck you up, I — I just need more.” She hooks her legs around his ass and pulls him in, baring her neck for him. “Please.”

For a second I think he might take off her collar so he can suck and mark all over her neck, but when he tosses it aside, it isn’t his mouth that finds her skin, it’s his hand.

Ash wraps his palm around her throat and squeezes, barreling into her like he wants to snap her in half, and Rhea moans like it’s exactly what she wanted.

“Harder,” she whispers. “Come on, baby. Hate me.”

“I can’t,” he growls. “I’ve tried and tried and all it’s ever done is make me love you.” Ash releases a shuttering breath as his hips begin to slow down, and although she’ll never actually hearthe words from him, I feel pride in my chest that he admitted it to himself. Even if it’s made him spiral.

“Come on, Ash. She needs you to fuck her harder. Give our girl what she needs.”

Don’t lose yourself now.

Nodding, Ash focuses back on her and takes all of his pain and frustration out on her pussy, his mouth crashing to hers messily.

We taught each other how to kiss when we were in middle school, but in all our years he’s never kissed me the way he’s kissing her right now. Probably because we’ve never had to say goodbye.

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