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TORREN POV — SAME NIGHT, EARLIERShame, fury and rage burn high in me. But that isn't the only thing pulsating loud beneath my skin.Asher's cock in my mouth. The roughness of his strokes.I shake my head, and throw the practice luck at the ceiling, it jumps back down hard but I catch it before it could dismantle my face. I need more practice or better still, hasten my revenge and leave this damn school. I refuse to admit whatsoever happened three hours ago happened. I could've stopped the guys from bringing me to them but what benefit will I gain from refusing access into the Venoms elite mansion."Take" I look to my left at the voice and see my two roommates stretching a pocari at me.It's just three of us assigned to this room and as expected, both lived exactly like my brother: timid, weak, bullied and hiding.Rage floods me all over again and I look away"I... We.. It's just"The one with a fucking suit by goddamn bloody eleven pm stammers with his head bowed. My twin told me t
ASHER POVI’m on the ice alone, which isn't unusual since it’s eleven PM. The rink at this hour is mine.Just me, the cold air biting into me and the quiet company of the arena that’s a polar opposite of the inside of my skull. This is the only place that makes sense to me since I can’t sleep. My brain won't stop looping the image of a certain thick-muscled, chiseled-jawed guy on his knees, taking my full length into his mouth. I skate my puck into the post but it miss,the fifth time tonight. Not because I can't play but because each time my stick scratch through the ice, my brain supplies the sound of Remington gagging on my cock. His nails scratching on my thighs and the wet patch on his pants only I sawI’ve watched the clip over six times. Each time gets me as hard as the last, which is a big fucking problem.I plant my skate deep against the ice, cold air burning my lungs as I weave through the cones, my stick snapping sharply against the puck.I cut hard left, drop my shoulders
3 ASHER POVI fling aside Elliott's hand to grab a fistful of Remington's hair. Pushing until I reach the base of his throat and he chokes. Nails digging into my thighs which only intensifies the pleasure mounting up.My nipples grow taut, current spreading through my chest while my body craves more. I slap his face twice and he groans, his mouth closing up on my cock as he stands up straighter"Take my dick like a whore ""Wow" "That's hot" I tune out the people'sexclamation the moment Remington's tongue lick the base of my cock up to the tip"Yes... Yess. Fucking take it"I stand on my tip toes and push his head further deep till I shudder.If I hadn't been sucked by a guy as dare, I'd have thought this feels good because it's not a chick's mouth.But fucking fuck me to Pluto. I've never felt this good from being sucked. Not even from gripping tits and pounding into a pussy.Remington scratch his nails down my thigh, slapping."So.fucking.greedy" The words break out breathy.And oh
CHAPTER TWOAsher's PerspectiveIt's Eight p.m at the Venom's mansion. Which was purposefully built by the four of us for our privacy and entertainment. First four floors our rooms and here at the fifth floor is Play room. Music blasts while heavy tension about a particular someone sits in the airThere is something different about the wacko, and the way my body reacted to him is insane,which means I need to teach him a lesson."How is he the same person from six weeks ago?" Vlad roars, wincing at the pain in his hand."His records only show three weeks in a rehab center then home" Caden says,voice tense with a tiny worryI throw a dart"Bullseye" One of the college girls scream, walking towards me and I glare at her making her stop."So he learned to fight and talk back in three fucking weeks?" Vlad retorts.Shoving glasses off the table, making the women nearby scream.My mind wanders back to the ice. Remington on top of me. His palm on my chest. The way his cock pressed against min
MONDAY. 5AM. BEGINNINGGhost mask covering my face, gloves on and feet silent from wearing only on socks. I stand by the foot of Asher's wide bed, watching his chest rise and fall like he didn't subscribe to trouble six weeks ago.His hockey jersey is draped over a golden mannequin like trophy. I reach for it, set it on fire and smoke curl up Scent of burnt sugar in plastic fills the wide room so I drop it on the floor and jump out through his bedroom window. Asher rubs his nose as the edge of his blanket catch fire.I smile when he doesn't wake... Then he jolt upright, then back when he catch sight of the fire"Butler Chen!" he screams, voice deep and smooth, swatting at the flames with a pillow that also catches fire.Stupid.Hands in my pockets, ghost mask still in place, I watch him finally grab a water bottle from his dresser and douse the fire.Butler Chen and his sister finally enters."WHO THE FUCK SET MY JERSEY ON FIRE?!"Asher roars, gripping the old man's shoulder."I.. N




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