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“What are we going to do with this greedy little cunt of yours? I think I need to have a little taste of this juicy little treat,” he said before moving down, placing his nose directly over my core. He inhaled deeply. “Such a sweet little pussy,” he whispered before he took a long lick.

He continued to probe me with his tongue. Between his pleasurable assaults and all the dirty talk, I was going insane. Just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, he inserted one finger and then two.

“You’re so tight, baby. I’m surprised you were able to take my cock last night,” he breathed before he inserted a third finger. That was all I needed before my orgasm took over my entire body and I screamed my release.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you,” he said, moving his fingers in and out of me, allowing me to cum all over them. He removed his fingers and brought them to my mouth. “Open,” he said before inserting his fingers into my mouth and letting me taste them. “Isn’t that the best thing you’ve ever tasted?” he asked, and I moaned.

Asher gathered me in his arms. I loved how he could be so filthy one moment and in the next he held me like I was precious.

“You’re a dirty old man, you know that?” I joked while cradled in his arms.

He laughed and pulled me closer to him.

“Baby, it’s only for you. You make me turn into a fucking animal, but I want you to know that no matter what, I treasure you. You’re the most precious thing in my life, and I’m going to spend the rest of it making sure you know that.” His words worked their way to my heart and made a home there.

And then my stomach had to ruin everything, rumbling to remind me I hadn’t eaten.

Asher laughed and gently moved me aside.

“I think we need to case this place to find something for you to eat,” he said as he walked to the bar, giving me a wonderful view of his tight ass.

“Hey, I was really comfortable,” I pouted.

“Don’t be a little brat, or I will have to punish you,” he said with a smirk as he opened a bag of peanuts.

“Is that a promise?” I asked while putting on my panties.

“Keep testing me, and you’ll find out.” He winked, and all I thought about was the many delicious ways he could punish me.

Hours later, we sat, his back to the bar, me sitting between Asher’s arms as he held me tightly to his chest.

“Who knew that peanuts and Scotch would be the best meal I’ve ever had. It must be the view,” he said while looking at me.

But before I could answer, the door swung wide and there stood Alistair, eyes wide.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” he demanded, advancing on us and quickly shutting the door behind him.

Chapter Seven

Asher

“What the fuck?” Alistair was red-faced, and his voice was loud and angry. “You’re fucking crazy. She’s my stepdaughter! She’s also young enough to be your daughter.” He gestured between Leigh and me. “This is just fucked-up, Asher, even for you.”

“I’m an adult.” Leigh’s arms were crossed. She may have been taken seriously had she not been wearing that little witch costume that was a little more revealing than last night thanks to my greedy hands.

“While I’m still paying your college tuition? You bet your ass you’re not.” A familiar shrill voice came from behind Alistair. She may have been tiny, but my sister-in-law made up for it with her icy stare and shrill voice.

“That’s ridiculous.” The fight in Leigh’s voice had already faded, her characteristic fire turned to a low simmer as frustrated tears welled in her big dark eyes.

“Come here.” I urged her into my arms on instinct, my only concern to take away her pain.

“Get away from her!” Alistair grasped my shoulder, yanking me away from the only woman I’d give my life for.

“This isn’t your fucking business,” I seethed at Alistair, flexing my fists as the urge to uppercut my big brother boiled through my veins.

“Get the fuck out of my house. Don’t come back.” Alistair was attempting to haul me down the hallway, but my feet were stuck in stone, hellbent on her above anything else.

“Mom!” Leigh shouted, eyes wide and accusing as her mother stood weakly at the doorway. “Make him stop!”

Her mother just stood there, eyes in shock as she watched Alistair and me do what we’d always done best: fight.

“I don’t believe this,” Leigh’s anger finally boiled over. She shoved her feet into a pair of boots and flung the double entryway doors open, torrential sheets of rain sliding off the porch roof. “You can’t tell me who to love,” she shouted at Alistair and then turned to her mother. “I choose Asher.”


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