Page 47 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

He sees it. Of course, he sees it.

His smirk deepens. “Do you like it when I tell you what to do?”

My throat tightens, heat pooling low in my belly. I should hesitate, but I don’t.

“Yes.” The word slips from my lips too easily, too naturally.

Hank hums, fingers trailing along my jaw, tilting my face up further.

“Good girl.”

The praise sinks into my skin, settling deep, making my breath stutter. I want this; the weight of his control, the way he commands without needing to force, the way I don’t have to think—just follow.

Gabe shifts behind me, his presence a different kind of heat—sharper, wilder. His fingers graze my shoulder, a barely there touch that makes my skin tighten.

“She likes this,” Gabe murmurs, amusement laced through his voice. “Loves surrendering.” He leans down, breath warm against my ear. “I felt it—the way she shattered for me.”

A tremor rolls through me, my thighs pressing together at the memory.

Hank’s gaze darkens, full of satisfaction, control, and possession.

“You’ll take your time,” he murmurs, his voice a steady pulse against my skin. “I want to feel every second of this.”

My pulse hammers, anticipation twisting into something almost unbearable. The moment stretches, and the space between us is charged and electric.

Then—Hank threads his fingers through my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back, forcing me to hold his gaze.

“Open that pretty mouth, luv.”

And I do. I part my lips and lean forward, taking him into my mouth, savoring his taste and the power he exudes.

His hands tighten in my hair, a possessive grip that makes me shiver. His fingers guide my movements, a silent command that dictates the rhythm of my head as I move up and down his shaft.

His muscular thighs tense, and although he holds himself still, he’s close. His fingers clench as he fights for control.

His grip on my hair intensifies as he thrusts deeper into my mouth, a guttural growl escaping his lips. The pain is sharp, exhilarating—a sign of the pleasure I’m giving him.

His body shudders with his release, fingers flexing once more before going lax. He pulls back, breath still ragged, his forehead nearly resting against mine.

“That was amazing,” he murmurs against my lips, voice still husky with satisfaction.

A deep, appreciative chuckle rumbles from behind me.

“Fuck, she looks so beautiful on her knees,” Gabe says, his tone a mix of admiration and barely restrained want. His words send a shiver through me, a reminder that we’re far from done. “I can’t wait to feel the heat of her lips around me.”

“You will. Soon.” Hank is the first to break eye contact, his dominant presence a force even as he gently pulls me to my feet. My legs feel shaky, my body still humming, but the way he steadies me, strong hands wrapped around my waist, grounds me.

Then—

A sharp, acrid scent curls through the air.

Gabe sniffs, tilting his head slightly. “Is that?—”

Hank’s curse is low and immediate. “Fuck.”

I barely have time to process the shift beforehe’s moving past me, yanking the pan off the burner. Thick smoke rises in lazy tendrils from whatever was supposed to be breakfast.

I bite my lip, a laugh bubbling up before I can stop it.

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