Page 12 of Veiled Vengeance (The Devils of New York #3)

ASHER

A fter Spencer’s declaration that we would save Dahlia’s son, we ate Sal’s pizza and sent Hayes and Dahlia to sleep in the guest room with enough pillows and blankets for an army.

The now-destroyed guest bed probably would’ve been better on my back last week, but I couldn’t ignore the overwhelming urge to stay between Spencer and any threats that may come through her front door.

Rio and Zane are down at the car, grabbing our bags. They were thoughtful enough to pack for us before they rescued us.

Thank God, because I would have hated to wear these stiff scrubs for another day.

With her ass in the air, Spencer finishes fluffing the pillows she laid out on her bedroom floor, forming a massive bed. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was having sleepovers every weekend.

Spencer catches me staring and smiles sheepishly back at me. “I don’t know where exactly y’all want to sleep, but I figured we could . . .”

I saunter over to her. “As long as I’m next to you, I have no complaints.” I help her to her feet, wrap my free arm around her, and pull her close. She gasps when she feels how hard I am against her lower stomach.

She blushes and pushes closer to me. “Being with you should be the last thing on my mind after everything we went through.” Her voice is breathy.

“There’s no right or wrong time to be with someone you care about.”

She gives me a sassy smirk. “What makes you think I care?”

Tracing my hand down her back, I grasp her ass. Hard. “I know you do.”

Spencer squirms and raises up on her toes, nipping at my jaw. She’s lost in the moment, in the feel of our bodies together. A spark of awareness flashes in her eyes as she groans in frustration and attempts to pull away. “Maybe when our friends aren’t in the next room.”

Leaning down, I nibble at her ear. “Then you need to quit rubbing that needy pussy all over my cock.” She probably doesn’t realize it, but she keeps moving her sex up and down my erect dick, making me impossibly hard in my pants.

Her moan is low. “Shit.”

Ripping off the cockblock of a sling, I throw it aside and ignore the pull of my stitches. The ache of my wound screams, but I shove it aside. I need both hands to take what I’ve been craving.

Alarm mars her features. “Asher! You’re going to hurt yourself!”

“I’m sure I could make you come with one hand, Princess, but two would make you scream much louder for me.”

When she bites her lip and peers up at me through her lashes, I almost throw her down on the blankets and fuck her hard and fast. But I hold myself back, wanting to wring every drop of pleasure from that sweet as fuck body that has been teasing me from day one.

And with the way she’s looking at me now? She wants me just as bad.

Falling to my knees, I lift her shirt and kiss my way across her stomach. I kiss each bruise, each testament of her strength, each shred of evidence of all she has endured. She hums as her hands tangle in my hair and remove the hair tie securing my bun.

My fingers slip into the top hem of her pants and slip them down her silky-smooth legs, along with her panties. With her hands on my shoulders, she steps out of her pants and stares down at me. The fire burning in her gaze causes my hands to shake.

With her eyes locked on mine, she removes her top, revealing that she isn’t wearing a bra, but she covers her perfect breasts with her arm. My eyes drink in every curve, every bruise. I note each shiver as my eyes skim all the places I'm going to put my hands and my mouth.

I move a step towards her, but she holds up a hand, stopping me.

“Is it still a mistake?” Her question is whispered and tinged with insecurity.

That’s my fault.

I placed those thoughts in her head. I needed them there because if she doubted me, then I was safe. I could keep my distance.

But I can’t anymore. The distance was a fabrication of my mind. Since I met her, I haven’t been able to go a single day without laying my eyes on her—on her soft curves and open heart.

“You could never be a mistake, Princess.”

She finally drops her arm, exposing her peaked mauve nipples. I close the distance between us, and my hands skirt the outer swell of each breast and skim down her abdomen. Goosebumps rise in the wake of my touch.

When my eyes land on her glistening sex my restraint is annihilated.

My hands grip her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh. She gasps, and her pupils dilate at the slight bite of pain.

Noted.

I throw Spencer down onto the mound of pillows and blankets she put together, and she yelps. Once again, I ignore the twinge in my shoulder. Scrambling on top of her, I cover her mouth.

“You need to keep quiet unless you want everyone to hear and know exactly what we’re doing in here.”

Her eyes flare with arousal.

“Then again, maybe that’s exactly what you want.

” Removing my hand from silencing her, I trace her lips with my fingertip.

Unable to resist anymore, I smash my lips to hers.

She returns my passion with an electricity of her own.

My tongue eagerly invades her mouth when she opens up to me, and she swallows my unbridled groan.

My hands coast down her arms, encircling her wrists. Without warning, I bring her hands up above her head, giving them a slight squeeze. She arches into me, her perfect breasts scraping against the fabric of my shirt. Spencer clenches her thighs at the sensation.

No, no, no. That won’t do.

I need those luscious thighs wrapped tight around my waist.

“Stay,” I command, releasing her wrists. I sit back on my knees and wrench her legs apart. I gape down at her bare, pink sex. The scent of her arousal fills my senses as I inhale deeply.

If any more blood goes to my cock, I’m going to pass out.

“You’re killing me, Princess,” I growl.

Spencer’s cheeks pinken with humiliation, and she makes an attempt to close her legs.

That won’t do either.

I hold her legs firmly, keeping her spread for my viewing pleasure. Glancing around the room, I search for anything to help keep her open for me. But I come up with nothing.

Next time.

Again, I give her the same command. “Stay.”

She steadies herself with a long calming breath and closes her eyes.

“Eyes open, Baby. Always keep your eyes open and on me.”

When she does as I say, I lie on my stomach and part her lower lips with my fingers. Only then do I finally allow myself to get my first taste of her, straight from the source. Spencer turns her head and bites her shoulder to muffle the scream.

Mmm . . . I don’t think that will do either.

I want her screaming so loud the neighbors call the cops. I want her voice hoarse from shouting my name. I want her unleashed and bucking her hips so I choke on her sweet juices.

My tongue dances up and down her slit, tangling with her clit and circling her needy entrance. Her eyes remain on me as I play with her swollen core. The need to come builds and builds in her body as she writhes.

When I shove my tongue inside her, her inner muscles clench. I go in and out, simulating exactly what I want to do with my dick. It takes everything in me to keep from coming in my stiff scrubs, and I can’t help but rock my hips into the ground.

Replacing my tongue with two of my digits, Spencer finally lets a husky moan free without smothering the sound. Wanting to hear that harmony on repeat, I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy and attack her hooded clit with my tongue.

Spencer’s hips create a rhythm with my hand as she chases her release. I want her to find that complete loss of control, so I hook my fingers and find that ribbed spot inside her.

“Ash!”

Her climax is glorious. Her shout is strangled with pleasure, and her thighs clamp around my head as I continue to stroke her as she falls over the edge. She soaks the blanket below her with her cum.

There’s no doubt in my mind that everyone on this entire city block knows what we’re doing by now.

When her legs fall away from my head, I crawl up her body, whispering praises into her golden skin.

“Such a good girl, keeping your hands up.”

She hums and smirks in blissful satisfaction, still embracing the high of her climax. “Don’t get used to it, big guy. I may not be so obedient all the time.”

“That’s fine. I don’t crave a mindless doll.” Her eyes fly open and lock on me with skepticism. My hand circles her throat and slides down her chest. I finally get a handful of her full breast as I explain. “I crave your submission. I crave your trust.”

With my free hand, I flick her other nipple. She gasps and thrusts her chest up in an erotic offering.

Don’t mind if I do.

My mouth envelops her mound, dragging my tongue back and forth over the peak. Her hands dive into my hair again, mussing it up. I continue my ministrations then switch to the other side until she’s a whimpering mess of need.

When I lift my head from her chest, she tugs at my shirt. “Take it off—I need it off. I need to feel you.”

I smile and comply with her plea, sitting back on my haunches. Her hands graze down my chest and over my inked arms. I let her hands roam and feel every inch of my skin. As they coast down my eight-pack, my cock twitches. She spots the motion and continues her path to the top of my pants.

“Please. Take these off. They need to come off.”

Slipping my pants along with my boxers down my thighs, I stand and remove them in one sweep. Her eyes wander my body and take in every detail. She savors the view as I savor my own.

But when her knees bend and fall apart, inviting me to partake in what we both need, I rush back to her.

“Are you sure?”

I give her one last out. One last chance. Zane and Rio have both already fucked her, and once I get this taste of heaven, there’s no going back.

Spencer will forever be ours.

Her hands trace the hair on my face and guide my mouth to hers. Her kiss is sure and full of lust. When she pulls back, she grants me the answer I hope for. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Thank God.

If she had said no, I would’ve died right here from a massive case of blue balls.

Lining my cock with her opening, I thrust forward. Something in my chest shatters, or maybe it’s everything in my life finally sliding into place.

I grunt as I work my full length into her small hole. Even after an orgasm and all her cum, she’s still tight as hell. Her hands fly to my ass and urge me inside her, so I slam home in one forceful drive.

The sting of the skin on my shoulder lets me know I’ve torn a stitch or two, but my affliction is easily ignored.

A garbled shout comes from Spencer as she adjusts to the fullness of my dick in her pussy. Her nails dig into my flesh, no doubt leaving behind crescent-shaped marks.

The stretch of her muscles around my shaft has me seeing stars. Her warm slick channel is enough to make any man go mad. The veins in my neck pop out as I attempt to reign in my control.

One time tonight isn’t going to be enough.

Through clenched teeth, I inform her, “I’m not going to be able to be gentle, Princess. This is going to be rough and raw.”

Her voice is gravelly. “I don’t want gentle. I want you just as you are—rough, wild, intense. I want it all.”

Blood trickles down my arm as I reach for her hand and bring it to my mouth, kissing her palm sweetly. Red marks her hand where I touched her.

Then I abruptly pull my hips back, retreating from her warmth, and thrust forward. Her hands wrap around me to my back as I piston my hips in and out of her pussy. She claws at my back, leaving behind more of her marks.

I revel in the pain she gives me. I know I’m giving her just as much as I brutally make my cunt mine.

Grasping her knees, I bring them to her chest and sit back. I shove my dick inside her again, the new angle brings us both a new level of bliss.

“You feel so good, Princess.”

She reaches for me but only grasps onto my arms. Her chest heaves up and down as her breaths increase in tempo.

“Are you gonna come for me, right here in your bedroom, Princess? When someone could walk in the door any second and see how beautifully you take my cock.”

Drops of crimson fall to her chest. I swirl my finger in them and paint my name across her chest, marking her as mine.

Her eyes follow the motions, and her inner muscles once again begin to spasm around me, letting me know she’s close. So very close.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she mutters.

I snake my hand between our bodies and flick her bundle of nerves—the blood on my fingertips makes the action even more deft.

She screams her release as I find my own.

Spencer’s pussy milks my cock empty of every drop of cum.

The buzzing in my ears subsides, and with one last squeeze of my cock, Spencer’s body relaxes beneath mine.

My arms give out, but I catch myself on my elbows so as not to crush her. My shaft hardens again as I look down at the mess I made of her. She smiles up at me, sated and happy, with an afterglow of two orgasms.

I’m not sure how long she’ll be smiling like that when I start up round two.