Page 68 of Deliverance

He’s out of his seat in a flash, crossing the room and slamming me against the wall. I try not to make a sound, but a whimper escapes me as he pulls me back and slams me into the wall once more.

“Because he is my best friend. Because he is a respectable member of the society with an enormous fortune and assets at his disposal, and because I goddamn said so!” he roars.

I don’t dare look away even though I’m desperate to escape his icy blue stare. Closing his eyes, he lets out a ragged breath, resting his forehead against my own as he speaks.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. Daddy just…I need you to do this for me, okay?”

I close my eyes so that I don’t have to look at him, swallowing roughly as I nod. He pulls away, stepping back over to his desk. It’s like all of a sudden, I can breathe now that he is several feet away. He takes his seat when my phone starts ringing from my purse. Fishing it out, I quickly glance at the screen before surprise hits me.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Where are you?” Asher snaps.

“At my house. Why?” I ask as my father looks at me with irritation.

“I’ll be there in ten,” he says before the line goes dead.

Looking up from my phone, I meet my father’s gaze.

“That was Asher Putnam. He wants to come get me in ten minutes,” I say.

My father’s jaw clenches. This will absolutely piss Thomas off, he’s never been known as a patient man, but in the same breath, how could my father refuse? Refuse his future leader? Refuse his current leader’s son? He wouldn’t dare, no matter how much it’ll piss off his best friend. Was this divine intervention? It certainly feels that way. Thank god. Like literally, thank you god because I had no exit strategy for getting out of this night. I’d take a night with Asher Putnam over one with Thomas any day of the week. Twice.

“Fine,” my father says. “I’ll let Thomas know you need to reschedule. Get out,” he says as he taps on his phone before lifting it to his ear.

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I practically sprint out of the office, heading for the front door so I can wait for Asher outside. As far away from my father as I can get.

A few minutes later, Asher’s Maserati comes screeching down the driveway before the passenger door is thrown open from the inside.

“Get in,” he snaps.

I hurry over to the car, sliding into the buttery smooth interior. I close the door and the second it thunks shut, we take off like a rocket. Asher bobs and weaves through traffic, his hands gripping the steering wheel punishingly.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

“No,” he snaps.

Okay.

“Is there anything I can do?” I try again.

He whips the wheel, pulling into a park at the boat launch. Throwing the car into park, he looks at me.

“Give me that mouth,” he says as he pulls his cock out of his pants and grabs the back of my head.

I go willingly, but he forces me down with an aggression that has my eyes watering as soon as his cock is shoved to the back of my throat. I choke for a moment before breathing properly and I begin finding a steady rhythm. He still controls me for a minute or two, the anger practically radiating from him before he slowly relaxes, sinking into the seat, his head tossed back.

“Fuck. Yes. Just like that. Goddamn, you have a nice mouth,” he says as I swirl my tongue over his tip.

Smiling, I look up at him, and surprisingly, he looks down at me. His hand comes to my cheek, caressing it softly as he stares at me. He’s staring at me so intently, though, it’s almost like he’s not looking at me, if that makes sense. It’s like he’s looking at me but thinking of something else entirely.

Or someone else.

One guess as to who.

My stomach sours and I look away from him, forcing him to the back of my throat in a way I know will finish him because I just want to get the fuck out of this car. I’ve been used by Asher Putnam for years and you know, that’s fine. I was planning on using him, too. Not like this, though. What the fuck does Skyla Parris have that I don’t? What makes her so goddamn special?

I feel Asher’s cock begin to leak pre-cum and in the next moment, he’s forcing himself further down my throat. I swallow every drop of his cum before pulling away. When I do, I look out the window as I speak.

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