CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
HANNAH
Their hands are everywhere.
Asher’s fingers move over my clit in tight circles, bringing me to the edge before easing off again. From the first time we scened at the club, he’s known exactly how to play my body, known what I like and what drives me crazy.
It’s part of the reason I thought I had found the one.
That was before I realized he had been lying to me since the first time we met, that everything I thought we shared was nothing more than a perfectly planned farce.
Rowan must see the hurt cross my face because he dips his face, brushing his lips across mine in a way that feels like a direct contradiction to his usual hardness.
In all the time I’ve known him, he’s always been cold and ruthless.
Except with me.
“Let go for us,” he murmurs against my lips as his fingers lightly pinch my nipples.
God, why does it have to feel so good to have their hands on me?
My mind and my body are certainly not on the same page right now, because despite the fact that they’ve lied to me, I’m putty in their hands.
Asher brings me to the edge again, causing my entire body to tremble in their arms, but this time when he eases off, he moves lower. His finger dips into my entrance to the first knuckle, dragging a needy moan from my throat.
God, he knows how to tease me. He knows entirely too much about what I want and need.
“Asher,” I whine.
“That’s not what you call me when any part of me is inside you, Hannah,” he croons. He pulls his finger free from my aching heat before slapping his palm down on my clit.
I scream, the mix of pleasure and pain moving through my body, only serving to make me more desperate for them.
“She loves having her pussy spanked,” Asher tells his father.
“Have you ever made her come like that?”
“Once,” he groans against the shell of my ear, his thick cock grinding against my back. “God, she was fucking beautiful as she fell apart, her poor abused cunt clenching around nothing.”
“Fuck,” Rowan murmurs. “Our girl really does love when it hurts, huh?”
“She sure does. Our perfect little pain slut.”
The moan that tears from my throat at their conversation is borderline pornographic. Why is it so hot listening to them talk about me like I’m not here? It shouldn’t be…right? I should be offended or something?
Another slap to my pussy drags me out of my thoughts as Asher bites down on my shoulder. “You’re thinking too much.”
“Sorry,” I moan, my hips shifting of their own accord. I’m so worked up, and they’ve barely touched me.
I never stood a chance.
Rowan uses his free hand to guide my chin up until I’m staring into his eyes, and fuck, nothing could prepare me for the emotions swirling in the ice blue pools.
It’s really fucking hard to be mad at someone when they’re looking at you like you’re their reason for breathing.
Asher’s finger notches at my entrance again, and I can’t help but shift my hips with impatience. “Such a needy girl,” he breathes, but he doesn’t keep me waiting. He presses two fingers inside me, slowly massaging the spot inside me that will make me explode. “Don’t come.”
A whimper falls from my parted lips, earning me a groan from the man in front of me.
