Chapter

Seventy Six

Jericho

My fecking phone buzzed in my pocket, an intrusive annoyance I should’ve removed before I knelt in my chamber of atonement. The skin of my back still smarted from the last of the lashes I inflicted after once again giving myself over to the remembrance of Asher’s perfect mouth around my cock. I groaned.

“What?” I growled as I answered the call.

“Oh, he’s grouchy. I like it when you’re mean.” Lilith’s voice washed over me, sending dread and excitement through me at the same time. My traitor of a dick twitched in anticipation. She only contacted me for one reason.

“Where is she?”

“Waiting. In...