Page 37 of The Devils of Saint City

I don’t even want to open my eyes until one of them flicks the bedside lamp on, and even then, I regret it. There are nine tally marks now. Clearly, I was asleep longer than I thought.

“Who was it?” I ask groggily.

“Manson,” Ash growls. “It’s my fucking turn now.”

I hear Manson’s faint snores next to me as Ash straddles me, and the look on his face has my stomach flipping. “Just us, huh?”

“You got a problem with that?” He looks as tired as I feel, but there’s a determination in his eyes that outshines his exhaustion. He needs to be the last to fill me, and I don’t understand why.

He works the plug out and pushes his cock inside of me before I can respond, drawing a whimper from me I can’t contain. I’m so sore already, so full of cum that I’m not sure I could orgasm again if my life depended on it — but something tells me Asher won’t care. He might even prefer it.

“No, I don’t have a problem,” I finally answer. “I’ve been waiting for it.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, eyes closing as he rolls his hips lazily. I’m so used to him fucking me fast and hard I keep waiting for the moment he snaps, but to my surprise he holds this pace. “Are you sore, pet? Tell me how your pussy feels right now.”

“You know that feeling when you do a really tough workout on muscles you’re not used to using and you go way overboard?It feels like that,” I whisper, trying not to wake the sleeping giant next to me. I should be used to the paralysis by now but it’s still so strange not being able to at least wrap my arms around a man while he fucks me. “It... hurts a little now.”

Asher smiles. “Yeah? Crazy how tight you are... swear it’s like you were made to be our fuck doll.”

“Is that still all I am to you, Asher?” I ask, moaning softly when he thrusts a little too deep. “Just a fuck doll?”

“Shhh,” he whispers, his lips so close to my ear I get a chill. “You’re not just my doll... you’re also my pet. My captive. My girl.”

He thrusts harder like the last one isn’t vastly different than all the rest. It’s the only one that marks me human, that makes me special. It’s also the one that has very familiar tears springing to my eyes.

When his tongue swipes it up before it can fall, something inside me breaks. I want tomove.I want to wrap my arms and legs around him, hold him close, feel the weight of his body on top of me. I want to kiss him, to feel the fury and desperation against my lips. But I can’t do any of it. My limbs are fucking useless and the collar is so wide I can’t crane my neck up enough to reach him even though he’s mere inches away.

“Fuck,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut as the pressure builds in my core. The sound of him slowly fucking nine loads of cum is driving me crazy, making me forget the soreness and the pain. This is evidence of how much they want me. How much they need me. How even exhausted, Asher can’t bear the thought of not being the last one to claim me. It may be cruel and unusual, but it’s also desire like I’ve never known it and will never know it again. “Can you... can you pull my arms around your neck?”

Stilling, he stares down at me for a second before maneuvering my cuffed hands over his head. He keeps a smalldistance between us, making it impossible to look away from his eyes as he rolls his hips.

It feels so much better on my shoulders that I moan. “Slow,” I say softly. “Don’t stop.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?” Asher bites his lip. “I’m hurting your pussy but you still don’t want me to stop?”

Exhaling hard, I realize I have to admit it. “Yes. Yes, it hurts. I feel too full, like I’m gonna burst because you’re so big. Like you could fuck a hole right through me if you wanted to.”

“I could,” he agrees, closing the distance between us a little more. “Say it again... tell me not to stop.”

He’s so close I can smell the scent of toothpaste on his breath, feel it against my cheeks. My stomach squirms with desire as my gaze falls to his lips. “Please, Asher. Don’t stop.”

But the angle is awkward for him, I can tell. Having to keep my limp legs spread, my arms from slipping. Not only that, there’s a vulnerability in his gaze I’ve never seen before. If it weren’t for what I’ve seen with my own eyes, I might believe he’s never known how it feels to be wanted — but that’s not true. The sleeping form next to us is living proof of it, but I can’t shake the way he’s looking at me. It’s almost like heneedsto kiss me. “I won’t... not until my cum is what’s filling you the most.”

I’m actually surprised he admitted it out loud, but that’s all I really wanted. I just needed to hear him say it. “Wait, Ash, don’t,” I rush out. “Don’t come inside me. I can’t take anymore.”

“What?” he hisses, hips moving a little faster now, more desperate than anything. “You’re going to take every fucking drop, little sister.” He leans in to press his mouth against my ear again. “I’m going to fucking make you.”

“I can’t,” I repeat. “I’m too full, Ash. Please.”

“You’re gonna beg, pet?” He isn’t being gentle anymore, each thrust is a punishment of its own. “Go ahead and beg, but it’snot going to stop me from filling up what’s mine. What fucking belongs to me.”

I feel Manson stir at how growly Asher’s voice is getting, but he’s far too close to the edge to care.

“Do I? Do I belong to you?” Hell, despite the pain, I’m close to an orgasm myself. Too close. “Prove it.”

The way he slams inside of me makes me scream as he rips that orgasm out of me, makes me sob. They’re not stray little tears anymore.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” His lips ghost against my cheek. “Such a good girl when you’re hanging off my cock. Now fucking take it.”

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