Thirty.
Magnus
I was fucking raged about that note. I was pissed that Ethan hadn't told me until this morning. It was probably a good call on his part because I would have hunted that fucker down and killed him, the crowd be damned.
“Mags, this needs to end,” Ethan muttered into his mug of coffee.
Ashlee was still passed out upstairs, and even though it was midday, we left her be. She'd drank way too much last night, especially after that prick bumped her.
Fucking Ethan not telling me why she got upset last night. I could have presented his dead bleeding heart to her on a platter.
I released a sigh. That wouldn't have been the best move. She wasn't keen on death. “Mario's speaking to Stefan today, isn't he?”
“Yeah, but I feel useless.”
So do I.“Well don't.”
“Dmitry shouldn't have known she was there,” he said.
“Maybe a small part of him is hoping that she'll call.” My heart hurt at the idea of her betraying us. She wouldn't. My sweet Red wouldn’t do that to me.
“Mags, I don't get his angle here.” Ethan finally looked up and met my eyes. “The photo to dad and now this note. Why?”
“He's banking on Ashlee lying about their conversation. He's making her look like the victim.”
“She is,” he hissed.
“Not if she's on his side. He’s making her look like a victim to us.”
Ethen's eyebrows narrowed as he nodded.
I cleared my throat when I spotted Red's sleepy face appearing in the doorway behind him.
Ethan turned around and forced a smile. “Afternoon, sweetheart.”
“You could have woken me,” she mumbled.
I chuckled. “For what reason, Red? You were clearly tired.”
She mumbled something incoherent under her breath as she plodded towards us, sinking into my embrace as I opened my arms for her.
“Coffee, baby?” Ethan asked.
She stared at him like it was a stupid question. “Obviously.”
“Ash,” he warned. “Less attitude please.”
She turned her head and nuzzled into me with a pout, not giving a shit about his words.
“Talk to me, princess. What's with the mood?”
“I don't know,” she mumbled into my top. “I'm not even feeling hungover or anything.”
I chuckled, running the palm of my hand down her hair. “Does my Red need cheering up?”
“Yeah,” she muttered.
“Tell me what would cheer you up.”
“I don’t know,” she huffed.
My hands trailed down her body to her ass. “Yes you do, princess. Tell me what you want.”
“Please,” she mumbled.
I started peppering kisses on her neck. “Words, Red.”
“Mags,” she half-moaned. “You. Fuck, make it all go away. Make me forget.”
I hated my girl hurting. If she wanted me to make her forget, then I’d ruin her and make it happen.
“Your wish is my command.”
I stood and flung her body over my shoulder in one swift movement, striding from the kitchen towards the sitting room.
I placed her down and then fisted her hair. “You want me to make you forget? I will, princess, but I’m not going to be gentle about it.” Her eyes diluted at she stared at me. “So if you really want this, be a good girl and undress, then get on your fucking knees for me.”
A small part of me started to think that this was too much as I released my grip, wondering if she would really go through with it. But then my Red, with a glint of defiance in her eyes, licked her lips and slowly, torturously, sank down.
Fuck.
The sight was breath-taking, an intoxicating blend of power and submission. My obedient girl, on her knees where she belonged, ready to take me in and pleasure my cock.
I made quick work of freeing my erection, fisting it in front of her face
“Open.”
When she did, I pushed two fingers into her mouth, the pad pushing down onto her tongue.
Wet and hot. Fucking perfect.
“You going to take all of me, princess?” I pushed my fingers back slowly, gradually inching closer to the back of her throat. “Going to swallow every inch down that pretty little throat.”
My cock was throbbing in my fist. My fingers soon hit her gag reflex, her throat constricting around me as she choked. I removed them, let’s her recover. “See how well that pretty mouth can take me, feel how good I can fuck that throat of yours.”
I tapped my hard length against her cheek and then slipped the swollen head between her lips. “Show me how much you love it.”
Her movements were slow and deliberate, each teasing lick heightening the anticipation, driving me to the edge of control. Her loyalty, her willingness to surrender, only made me crave her more.
They way she sucked on the head before slowly taking me inch by inch I to that mouth. She was mine, wholly and completely, and the way she worshipped me with her mouth was proof of our unbreakable bond. This was more than just lust; it was a fierce connection that neither of us could deny.
I closed my eyes and treasured the pleasure she gifted me. Heaven was more than a distant land, it was right here in that perfect fucking mouth.
“Fuck, baby, you look so fucking beautiful,” Ethan’s voice sounded.
I opened my eyes and gazed down at her, my balls twitching in warning.
Fuck no was this finishing me this soon.
I fisted her again and yanked her back giving myself a few moments reprieve. “So good, Red, but it’s that throat I want.”
She gulped before licking her lips again. Christ, my dirty girl wanted me to use her.
I forced my cock into her mouth with mercy, pushing myself deep towards the back of her throat. My hips pushed against her face as I held myself in, her throat gaging a little around my tip.
When I pulled out, her coughed and gasped for air.
Fuck me sideways, this is everything.
I did it again, and then began thrusting roughly, using my sweet girl for my pleasure.
Every gag and gasp was beautiful, the tears leaking from her eyes and the salvia around her chin. Ashlee had never looked so stunning before.
“Doing so well,” I groaned. “Taking me so good.”
It was too much. My soul was going to leave my damn body at this rate.
I pulled out and glanced at Ethan, jerking my head for him to sit. “Your husband is feeling left out, princess. Show him how much you love his cock too.”
Ashlee’s eyes drifted towards him, and then she fucking crawled to him in the most beautiful way.
I groaned again, my fist squeezing my throbbing cock.
“Can I pleasure you, husband?” She purred.
“Always, baby.”
Ashlee ran her hands up his thighs, her fingertips sitting by his bulge. “Mouth or pussy?”
Jesus fuck, this woman.
“Ride him, princess,” I said, making the decision for him.
“Is that what you want?” She purred as she reached for his belt.
He cupped her cheek, running his hand along her lips. “You know I do, sweetheart.”
Just as Ashlee stood to climb onto his lap, I grabbed her hair to stop her. “Getting ahead of yourself, Red. Turn around and face me while you fuck him.”
I wasn’t one for watching but my girl told me to make her forget and I’d be honoured to comply.
Ethan freed his cock and then grabbed Ashlee’s hips, tugging her over his lap and guiding her down on his waiting erection.
Ethan’s eyes darkened with desire as he freed his aching cock, the raw need evident in his every move. With a commanding grip, he seized Ashlee’s hips, pulling her effortlessly onto his lap. She gasped as he guided her down onto his throbbing erection, their bodies merging in an intoxicating blend of passion and power.
“That’s it, baby, let me guide you, “ Ethan said, his tone strained as they moved as one.
I stepped closer, the craving for my Red burning hotter than ever. I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Down on all fours, Ash."
Ethan's eyebrow arched in amusement and challenge. "You heard him, sweetheart." With a swift motion, he lifted her off his lap and delivered a sharp slap to her ass, eliciting a yelp that sent a thrill through me.
As she settled onto her knees, I stood before her, my dick hard and ready in my hand. "You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, Ash. No fucking idea. I'm the luckiest man alive."
Her eyes, filled with a mix of submission and desire, locked onto mine. "Mags," she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation.
I tapped my cock against her cheek, savouring the moment. Just before I claimed her delicious mouth, wonton moan escaped her.
"Fuck, wife," Ethan groaned from behind, his voice thick with lust as he entered her. "How do you always feel so good?"
I fisted her hair and forced my length deep into her mouth, thrusting without mercy as I took my pleasure. My sweet girl was going to be truly ruined after we were done.
The air crackled with tension, desire, and the undeniable connection that bound us all together. In this moment, nothing else mattered but the intoxicating blend of power, passion, and love.
I groaned as my balls tightened, my lips parted as I watched myself disappearing in and out of her mouth. Ethan groaned, his hips slamming against her as he fucked her roughly. Together, she was a prisoner to our desires.
The scorching pleasure shot up my spine, almost blinding me with its intensity as I released, a primal roar tearing from my throat.
“Come, Ash. Fuck, come for me,” Ethan growled, his voice a raw command that sent shivers down my spine.
I watched Ashlee’s expression, mesmerized as her eyes rolled back, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Ethan’s grunts of release followed soon after, a guttural sound that echoed through the room, leaving Ashlee to slump to the ground, utterly sated and spent.
After tucking myself away, I scooped her up, cradling her delicate frame in my arms. Her skin was warm, her breath soft and steady. I carried her to the sofa, settling down with her nestled in my lap. I stroked her hair gently, whispering, “You’re safe with us, princess. Always.”