Dark (Beautiful Ashes #1)(25)

In the hallway, she leaned heavily against the wall. This was no good. She needed to tell Tar and hope he could forgive her, find mercy for her cravings. Maybe he really was her hero and could find a way to help her. Yes, that was the course she needed to take. As the conclusion settled in her gut, she rounded a corner and heard grunting. Odd. It wasn’t necessarily a bad sound, so she followed it to the source. What met her eyes in that room was pure male beauty. Leith was on the bed, knees up and spread wide, with one hand tugging his balls while the other gripped his slick cock. My God, he was magnificent in the throes of masturbation. She needed to leave before he saw her ogling him. Keeley quietly slid back out of the room, but not before she heard his rapture sealed with her name on his lips. Ahhh, fuck. Determined to tell Tar before things got out of hand, she raced down the hallway.

Leith stood in the doorway watching her retreat. His dick twitched at the sight of her ass. He didn’t expect her to walk in. And though he wanted to possess her, his more noble side won out. Best this happened, and she told Tarius what she was doing before it was too late for all of them.







“They want Keeley to do what?!” Tar raked his hair.

“Listen, I know it isn’t the original plan, but she’s more valuable to us this way.”

The level gaze that met Mitch’s told him: tread lightly. “You think it’s a good idea to put my girlfriend in a sex club, where she lets other men fuck her so she can get close to the sickos running a sex slave cartel?”

Mitch threw up his hands in the nick of time, blocking the fist aimed straight for his face. “She doesn’t have to actually have sex with them, Tar.” That earned him a how-dumb-do-you-think-I-am? look. “Calm down and I’ll explain.”

“Fuck calm.” His fist went through a wall.

Mitch had to admit, if this were happening to him, he’d destroy the motherfucking messenger. After Tar kicked a table over, threw a chair, and beat the ever-loving shit out of that wall, Mitch saw logic return to his eyes. He seized the opportunity. Probably the only one he’d get. “She’s into pain. We can use that to get her close to a well-known kingpin.”

“Listening,” he grit out.

“Worst case scenario is that she will have some marks, but we’ll make sure he never fucks her.”

“The point, dumbass, is to bring pleasure from the pain. Do I really hafta spell out what kind of pleasure?”

“You’re right. But this particular asshole wants nothing to do with pleasure. He’s all about pain. Not one time has he ejaculated from that in the club.”

“In his private residence?”

“Nope. This guy is cold and calculating. He considers himself a trainer.”

“And I’m supposed to be all right with putting her in harm’s way?”

“She won’t be. I’ll be there with her. I promise I won’t let it get out of hand.”

“You realize what you’re asking?”

Mitch approached Tar and clasped his shoulder. “I do.”

Tar shook his head empathically. “Hell. NO!”

“It’s really not up to you,” Keeley explained as she stepped into the room. “Mitch, give us a minute.”

“You got it,” he replied, leaving them alone.

“You’re not doing this,” Tar growled through clenched teeth, “and that’s FINAL.”

“You’re not my father. And for the record, I never obeyed him either.” She spun toward the door to make a speedy retreat. The man was beyond asinine trying to tell her what she could or could not do.

Tar caught her arm and jerked, her back now against his front. His hands began to roam over Keeley’s body as he bit along her jawline. He gave no measure as his fingers plowed past the waistband of her yoga pants and groaned, “You’re not wearing panties.”

Her head fell back from the onslaught of pleasure he was wreaking. She began to answer when he took her mouth with his in violent need. Tar tweaked a nipple as he fingered her pussy, swallowing her screams of pleasure as he made Keeley come—again and again. His impossibly hard dick was demanding to be freed, but he refused. She needed to understand where he was coming from.

Keeley whimpered as she once more broke apart in his hand. He toyed with her clit again. The sensitivity was now into the pain zone. Fucking yes. “Hurt me,” she gasped.

His touch slowed as she tried to pull free, ashamed of what she required. Tar wouldn’t let her, gently stroking her folds before leisurely entering her hot channel. He pulled his drenched finger free and brought it to her lips, coating them in her juices. Licking and sucking her essence off her mouth before he claimed, “You do belong to me.” Tar’s tongue invaded her mouth as his finger, again, invaded her beautiful pussy. “I’m possessive of what is mine.” He lowered to the floor, tugging her pants off but keeping direct contact with her sex. He licked down the seam of her ass until his finger replaced his tongue. Moving her cum to her hot button, Tar brought Keeley to orgasm mercilessly. She went limp, relying on him to keep her from falling. He eased her to his lap, cradling. “Mine. Now and always.”