Page 70 of Cruel Debts
"Are youscared,Trinity? Where'd all that bravado go from the other day when you thought you could seduce us into compliance?" I leaned in, sniffing her like the deranged animal I was. "You're trembling. Is that excitement, or fear?"
"I'm not scared of you," she murmured, but the wideness of her pupils betrayed her lies.
"You should be."
With just enough force to show her my intentions, I yanked her legs apart the rest of the way, pleased to see the visible dampness on her panties. Her expensive lace panties that barely hid a fucking thing from view. The delicate, needy whimper she made when I blew on them sent a spike through my groin of pleasure mirroring hers.
Fuck, this was going to be good. I bet she tasted divine.
I planned to find out very soon.
"Don't forget to breathe," I told her, like she was the one about to die by self-suffocation. No, the only one of us doing that was me.
And then I leaned in, dragged my tongue up the front of her pussy, and groaned against the wet lace covering it.
"Shit," she breathed, a single hand finding my hair. "Asher?—"
"Hush," I murmured, though she probably couldn't hear much over the sounds she was making. "I want you to make as much noise as you need, but don't youdaretry to stop me." We were well past the point of no return now.
I wasn't planning to turn back.
I didn't care if Hawke heard what I was doing to her. Ihopedhe heard every single whimper and whine. I hoped he felt left out. I hoped it pissed him off.
It was high time he stopped pretending he didn't want a piece of Trinity McCoy, too.
The panties on her body were thankfully stretchy, for lace, and I tugged them to the side, admiring the view for just a moment.
Relishing the spoils of war.
I hadn't earned this. I didn't deserve it. But damn it, I was going to take it and be happy with the unearned prize that fell into my lap. Luck like this never befalls a man twice.
Who was I to refuse such a gift?
My tongue delved between the folds of her wet cunt, lapping at the arousal that practically dripped from her. She was so turned on it was obscene, and this was all for me. Because of me.
"You're mine now, Pretty Bird," I muttered, and then I shoved my tongue inside her as far as I could go.
The moan she made traveled clean to my toes.
"Asherrrrrr," she whined, her fingers pulling on my hair now. "Yes, oh yes."
Her hips shifted, and I sank a little deeper, but it still wasn't enough. I wanted more. Her taste was divine, and it was all for me. I wanted to possess her noises, her arousal, her desire. Wanted to exploit the need racing through her body. I wanted to force orgasm after orgasm out of her until she couldn't walk anymore.
Only then would I let her breathe for a moment, if only to carry her to my bed and finish what I started.
I would give her all the pleasure she could ever want, and then some, until she begged me for mercy.
"Want to hear you moan my name all night," I rasped, dragging my tongue out of her only long enough to put it on her clit. "Gods, Trinity, I've wanted this for so long."
"Me, too," she squeaked, rocking into my touch. "So so long."
You can always tell when your friends have younger siblings, when they develop a crush on you. But you ignore it, because you know it's not smart to shit where you eat, so to speak. Messing around with a friend's little sister is like breaking the bro code.
Well, ourbrowas dead and gone, and I was tired of pretending that I wasn't affected by her. I'd done it for so long, it was painful. Keehn would have to rise from the dead to tear me away from his sister. And even then, he'd have a hell of a fight on his hands.
"Tell me what you want," I pleaded with her, needing to know what made her happy. What she liked. What made her body sing. I was impatient—I didn't want to wait and explore and find out along the way. "What does your body like?"
"You," her voice echoed on a sigh, which was an answer but not at the same time. "It likes you."
