Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
My mouth waters as I watch her squeeze every drop of our cum from her pussy. All I can think about is eating her out until she begs for mercy, but I don’t know if I can achieve that without sending alarm bells to Celeste.
I slide the cum plate to Asher, and he puts it in front of Ella. “Be a good girl and finish your dinner.” Asher tugs her leash, forcing her to lunge forward. “Protein is good for you. Oh, and Pup? Use the tip of your tongue. To make it interesting, River is going to tongue-fuck you. Better stay in control. If anything other than the tip of your tongue hits that plate, I’ll punish you.”
God fuckin’ love Asher. I don’t wait for instruction as I plunge my tongue into Ella’s cunt, tasting our cum mixed with hers. If I’m honest, I’d be happy to lick that plate with her, but I’ll lock that up for later.
Two fingers rub my asshole, followed by greasy liquid. Asher bites my earlobe before he pushes his fingers into my asshole, pumping in and out. “Thought you’d like being fucked by your brother for a change.”
The tip of Asher’s cock replaces his fingers. Moans escape my mouth as my tongue dives into Ella’s pussy and Asher pushes his dick further into my ass.
Asher sinks his teeth into me as he thrusts deeper, causing my body to ignite. I push my fingers into Ella, twisting them as I lap at her clit, desperate to tattoo her distinct flavor on my tongue. Between tongue-fucking Ella and getting fucked by Asher, it doesn’t take long, and I stiffen at the same time as Ella. She drenches my face as she squirts, and I cum all over the marble floor.
Pain shoots through me as Asher’s bite moves from loving to vicious. Knowing what he needs, I grab his arm, wrap it around my waist, and make cuts on his forearm.
“Fuck,” Asher moans as he pulls out and adds his cum to mine on the floor. “Pup,” he says as he pulls Ella’s leash. “Get over here. You have another snack.
“Can I please have some water?” Ella asks as she crawls off the table and sits beside our feet, looking at the fresh load of cum.
Asher pats her head affectionately. “Sure, Pup. Open your mouth.”
Ella gazes up at Asher and opens her mouth. He takes a sip of water and spits it directly into her mouth before shoving her head on the ground. “Now, fill your belly with all that cum, slut.”
“Oh, perfect,” Celeste squeals. “She’s going to be perfect.” She descends the stairs, her heels clicking heinously as she walks toward Ella. “It’s time for you to get ready, dear. Scrub all that filth off you. Oh, and wear something white and sweet. David likes his women to act like whores but not look like one.”
Chapter Twelve
Alaric
“You got anything for me, boss?” Azadeh Baran asks, making me nearly jump out of my skin.
The girl is a damn ninja. It’s one of the reasons I hired her. I called her a Persian assassin once. She simply laughed as she threw a blade, hitting the bulls-eye on a dart board before telling me how Persians were the original order of assassins—the Hashashin.
I look up from my desk to see her leaning against the wall, dressed in her usual all-black attire.
“I’m good,” I say, waving the file. “I’ve got everything I need.”
Azadeh beams at me. “Wait, is that it? Is that the ammo you need to finally get rid of that bitch?”
I crack a smile. “Sure fuckin’ is.”
“Good. I know what it’s like to live your life with a damn noose around your neck. No human should live under the boot of another. I can’t wait to sing ‘Ding-dong, the witch is dead.’”
“Me too, Azadeh. Me too.”
“If you don’t need me, I’ll take some time off. My kid sister got into some shit, and I need to take care of it.”
“You need our help?”
“I think I’m okay. My brother can bail me out if needed.”
“Ah, Dariyus. How’s he doing?”
Dariyus Baran, a killer with the heart of a poet. There aren’t many decent people in our world, but Dariyus and his crew are good guys. Malaki is completely unhinged, but he’s kept in line by the other two.
“Happy. Can you believe that? My big brother is all domesticated and shit.”
I lean back in my chair and smile. “I don’t know. There’s something comforting about riding off into the sunset, isn’t there?”
“I was born in Iran after the revolution, joonam,” Azedah says, the Persian endearment rolling off her tongue. “The idea of sunsets died the first time I witnessed someone I loved hung by the regime simply for saying the wrong thing. It’s why I dedicated my life to this shit. You, River, and Asher, you’re good men. You got caught up in messed up shit because of that thing who calls herself a mother, but somehow you all turned out good.”