Page 90 of Ashes of Sin

Fuck that.

“How did you feel?” I demand.

“Scared.”

That’s not what she’s meaning. She’s lying all over again.

“What else?”

“Desire.” Her voice is small again.

“What else, Kyra? What fucking else?!”

“Pleasure and...I want to feel all of that again, but it’s not right. I can’t trust you.” She rushes out.

Despite my frustration, I know she’s right to feel all those things. She shouldn’t trust someone who would pay to have a man drug her and kidnap her, then lock her away from her world.

I would kill anyone who tried to do it to her again.

She needs your dominance and to be owned. Even if she doesn’t understand it yet.

“Your body needs mine, Kyra. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“No. You’re not wrong. God, I ache for you.”

Fucking Jesus.My cock hardens again, and I begin to stroke, fighting the urge to drive over and take her all over again.

“I can’t stand by and let another man own you, Kyra. Especially not the monster who destroyed my very soul. You can’t ask that of me.”

“You don’t understand. My father said Pierce will destroy him if I don’t. I have to do this.”

So, her father sucked some cock along the way too, did he? The truth hits me like a ton of bricks. Of course, this is why he’s letting his daughter marry Pierce. My father is blackmailing him.

I don’t say it out loud.

There’s no way I want Kyra to know what these fucked-up men do. What they did to me. She’s way too innocent. And while I hate her father, having those thoughts of him in her head would hurt her more than benefit me.

I stay silent.

I don’t think Kyra knows that she has freewill. Pierce has already taken everything from me. I won’t let him have Kyra. She might not choose me after this is over, but at least I know he won’t be lying beside her every night. Touching what is mine.

“Rub your pussy for me,” I rasp. “Do as you’re told, sweetheart.” I hear the sheets rustle and a moan escape again. “Good girl. Rub faster while I stroke my cock.”

I close my eyes and imagine my gun pointing at Pierce’s forehead. Stroke after stroke I see him falling to the ground, begging for his life while I listen to Kyra’s heightened breathing and little mewls.

“Oh god,” she cries. “Maddox.”

“That’s it. Clench the toy, pretend it’s my cock.”

“Shit. Oh, shit.” Her voice is trembling.

“Come now, Kyra.” I command as my orgasm strikes and I curse, coming in my hand.

Goddamn, I want her in my arms, up against my chest, my mouth on hers.

She groans out her pleasure and I’m brought completely back to the moment, imagining her hand between her sweet legs.

“The next time I see you, I’ll be licking that pussy clean,” I say. “Goodnight, Kyra.”

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