Page 124 of Captive Audience

Asha’s chest heaved with excitement. Her warm breath ghosted over the precum beading at the end of my hard cock.

I held her jaw and tilted her face toward mine. “Open.”

She obeyed without hesitation, and fuck if that didn’t undo me.

I held her face while I guided myself past her lips, slow and measured. Just a couple of inches at first, until the warm wetness of her mouth coated me, then I pushed in more. She moaned around me, eyes flicking up to mine with that wicked sparkle I couldn’t resist.

“Look at you, my dirty little wife, taking me so well.” My hips rolled forward. “You look so pretty with your husband’s cock filling that smart mouth of yours.”

I watched myself glide in and out,one hand fisting her hair, the other at her jaw, controlling the rhythm as I claimed her mouth. “You like this, don’t you? Letting me use you, because you know it’ll make me lose my fucking mind.”

She moaned again and slipped one hand between her legs.

“Christ, woman.” I gritted my teeth. “How are you so bloody perfect?”

She gagged, so I eased back, but she grabbed my thighs and drew me deeper.

“Asha, fuck?—”

My balls tightened. I was close. Too fucking close. I pulled her off with a groan.

She only smiled at me, smug as hell, her lips slick and swollen.

“My turn,” I growled, and pushed her flat.

I crawled over her, shoved her thighs apart, and buried my face in her pussy.

Asha whimpered and tried to buck her hips, but I forced them down as I feasted on her. Her fingers clawed at my scalp, clutching my hair to keep herself grounded. She was already trembling when I slipped a finger inside her. I let her juices coat my hand, then rimmed her tight little asshole, pressing lightly.

Asha tensed.

I paused but didn’t move my hand away. “Everything okay?”

“That just feels…strange.”

“Are you a virgin here?” I rubbed her hole again.

“Maybe.” A blush crept over her cheeks. “Okay, yes. Don’t look so surprised.”

“I’m not surprised. I’m glad.” I leaned forward and kissed the curve of her hip. “That means it’s all mine for the claiming.”

She choked back a laugh. “Who says that’s evenon the table?”

I smirked. “You’ll let me own your arse, love, because you know I’ll make it good for you. Not tonight, though. We’ll have to work up to that. Doesn’t mean we can’t play.”

Her brow creased.

“If you want me to stop, just say the word, and I will.”

A beat passed before she said, “Okay. I trust you.”

Christ, if those three words didn’t make my chest ache.

Maybe she didn’t realize the gravity of what she’d just said.

The list of people Asha trusted was short. A few cousins, those two friends of hers. Not one bloke with whom she didn’t share blood. No prizes for guessing why.

Killing the prick who’d hurt Asha must’ve earned her trust. Even if it hadn’t, I’d still slaughter every man who’d ever laid an unwanted hand on her, one by one, until the world learned she was untouchable.