Page 71 of Savage Desire

My pussy flexes around him, attempting to adjust to his length, but it’s impossible, and I need more. Retreating, hishands tighten at my waist, ready to stop me, but I only make it halfway before I impale myself on him again.

“Fuck, Silver,” he bites, his fingers snagging at my hair as he holds me in position, retaking the invisible reins between us. He solidifies it with three strong thrusts, making me collapse against the bar, unable to keep myself steady. “That’s it, bend for me. Give me everything,” he growls, pulling me up so my back is flat against his chest, and with him still inside me, he spins us around so we’re looking toward the balcony.

I know what’s coming before he even moves, and his name tumbles from my lips. “Asher.”

“Say the word.” It’s his only response, one that he lets linger for five seconds before he’s moving, taking my silence as confirmation.

I silently thank the heavens for the fact that the balcony is chest high on me and impossible to see through. My hands wrap around the top as I look down at the crowd. The music is a little louder here, the floor vibrating from the bass as everyone dances below. If anyone looks up right now, they will surely see my bare chest. They’re also going to see the man looming behind me with his dick lodged deep in my pussy.

None of that matters when he runs his tongue up my throat before nipping at my ear, making me shiver as he thrusts his cock inside of me.

Fuck.

“You’re going to come on my cock now, Silver. You’re going to come on my cock for everyone to see, and you’re going to love it,” he breathes against my ear, the promise in his words far too enticing as I nod, only focused on doing exactly that.

“Asher.” His name is on my tongue again, but I still can’t decipher what I mean. He does, though.

He edges out of me, only to slam all the way home, repeating the motion in quick succession. Again, and again, and again.

He’s relentless, brutal, and so fucking intoxicating that I can barely breathe.

Tingles start in my toes as I clench around him repeatedly, the sensation tightening every muscle in my body, my impending orgasm hanging on by a thread. “Asher, oh my god, Asher, I’m going to… Holy fuck I’m going to…”

“Come. Now.”

Two words snarling from his tongue and I’m catapulting over the edge. Wave after wave crashes over my body as I succumb to his command, and his movements quickly begin to stutter as he chants my name.

“Polaris. Polaris. Fuck, Polaris.”

His cock swells inside of me, but a second before I’m sure he’s going to explode, he pulls out, painting my back instead.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Perspiration clings to every inch of me as I struggle to catch my breath, but with every inhale, realization dawns on me. My clothes are strewn everywhere, I’m coated in liquor and cum, and I’m nothing shy of a total mess for anyone to look up at and see. But then he kisses my shoulder blade and the worry evaporates.

That is until an audible slam vibrates from downstairs and the music cuts off. Shrieks of worry and panic filter through the air, making me tense up, especially when Asher does too.

“It’s The Crow. The Crow is here,” someone yells, and everyone begins to flee for the exit.

I take a step back from the balcony as Asher leans back, swiping a hand down his face.

“The Crow? Who is The Crow?” I ask, confusion weighing heavy on my shoulders, and the feeling morphs into panic when I see a group of men walk into the area from the left, each dressed in black, but one stands out among the rest.

Taller, broader, scarier, and finished off with a crow’s mask secured over his face.

Who the fuck is that?

“Asher?” I breathe, turning to find a solemn look on his face, but he does manage to meet my eyes.

“It’s my uncle.”

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ASHER

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

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