Page 65 of Ashes of Saints

“Come,” I demand.

“No,” she barely whispers stubbornly.

My eyes dip to her nipples, then back to her face.

“Aurora,” I say darkly. “Your pussy is under my control. Clench around the tool, and I want you to come.”

More shaking.

I couldn’t give a fuck if anyone figures it out, I need to watch her fall apart right goddamn now.

Then Travis fucks everything up.

He slides up behind her and places his hand on Aurora’s throat. Fury slams into my chest as he lowers his mouth to her ear, keeping his eyes locked on mine. “If he’s holding out on you, darling, I’d happily give you my fat cock.”

I watch as Aurora’s mouth falls open. She shudders and, as we both hold her, an orgasm blasts through her body.

That motherfucker!

I turn the toy off and force control of my temper, reminding myself we are in public. If we weren’t, I would have punched my fist into that pretty fucking face of his.

“Stop touching her.” I growl low.

“Parker.” Aurora is barely focusing as she turns her face to his. Fuck that. I grab her face.

“Is he teasing you, darling?” Travis smirks, and knowing his erect dick is pressing into my girl right now is making me lose my fucking mind. “We can sort that out. Tell him to bring you to the club.”

A roar builds in my chest.

“What club?” Aurora asks.

I glance back at the others, and Killian is paying way too much attention.

“Not here.” I growl. “I need you to move the fuck away.”

We never talk about the club in our business or philanthropic lives.

“Says the guy who slid a toy into his date's pussy at a fundraiser.” Travis snorts while Aurora dies of horror.

“You knew?” she asks, covering her face.

“Not my first rodeo, darling. Don’t worry, most people probably think you’re just in love.”

I choke on nothing and start coughing. I should never have brought her with me. I knew I couldn’t trust these assholes that I call friends.

Aurora presses her fingers into my pec. “I need the restroom. Please.”

“Later.” I threaten Travis.

“Hope so. Bring her with you.” Travis winks, looking incredibly pleased with himself.

No fucking chance.

With my blood pumping, as I lead her through the venue—the one they use every year, so I’m very familiar—I select a side door instead of a restroom, and push Aurora inside.

I’m on the very edge as I lock the door behind us.

It’s a basic office with just a desk chair, small sofa, and half empty bookshelf.

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