Page 105 of Dirty Little Saint

“Want some company?” Maureen leans against the doorframe of the greenhouse.

I set down a vial of nightshade and stalk toward her. Her hair is damp, her face freshly washed, making her look younger than her twenty-five years. I twirl one of her dark strands around my finger. “I always want your company, pretty girl.”

She closes her eyes and sinks into my arms. “I’ll never forget what you did for me tonight, Atlas.”

I wrap my hands around her neck and force her to look up at me. To meet my gaze. “Those monsters got what they deserved. I will always kill for you.”

I remember that first day she came to the greenhouse with me. It was the first time she tasted poison. Tasted me. I fell in love with her right then.

She places a soft kiss on my cheek. “Right back at ya, love. Always.”

“Are you all right?” I ask her, afraid that tonight’s massacre may have permanently scarred her for life.

“I will be.” She nods as she saunters over to my worktable. “What about you, Atlas? You lost your father tonight.”

Am I all right? That will always be a complicated question for me. My family has a chaotic history. We’ve always flitted in between these feuds and wars, never fully taking a side. Always one foot out the door it seems. But that ends with me.

I snake an arm around her from behind and pull her flush against me. “You can’t lose something you never had, Maur. My father wasn’t there for me then, so I have no feelings about him not being here now.”

She hugs my arms to her belly. “How did we all get such fucked up parents?”

I laugh. I have to. Otherwise, I’ll cry. I’ll wallow and brood like Val and Riot do. Or start reciting melancholic poetry alongside Felix. “The deeper the trauma, the stronger the soul. Don’t envy people with happy childhoods, Maur. They don’t stand a chance in this world.”

“Our souls are damned no matter how strong we are. We’re murderers, playing god… But we aren’t gods, Atlas.”

I spin her around to face me. “No, we’re not gods. Like it or not, we’re devils. Harbingers of death like the ravens. From the second we each took our first breath, we were destined for this life. For this outcome.”

I snatch a vial of oleander out of my pocket and nudge it to her lips. “Forget about all that, pretty girl. Let me be your escape. The one you always come to when you want to be free. Now drink.”

There will be plenty of time for us to work through our daddy issues but tonight I just want to wrap myself up in her.

She nods and drinks the whole vial down in one gulp.

“Good girl. Now bend over this table so I can fuck all the sadness out of you.” I push her forward until I have her draped across the table, ass up. “Put your hands above your head and keep them there until I tell you.”

She whimpers when I yank her pants down. “Fuck me hard, Atlas.”

That won’t be a problem. Fuck, her ass is perfect. Her black G-string panties are sexy as hell, though. “Let’s keep these on.” I pull them to the side before getting two fingers inside her wet pussy.

She smacks her hands against the table as she moans. “Yes… please, Atlas. Don’t hold back. Fuck me like a fucking psychopath.”

My cock throbs. I can’t get my pants down fast enough as she wiggles her ass back and forth, begging me to penetrate it.

I want to make her cry and scream and beg for mercy. I want to fill her ass and her cunt at the same time. I spit down her ass crack before inserting the tip of my cock inside. “I’m going to hurt you now.”

“Yes,” she begs. “Make me forget everything else.”

I slip inside the warm cavity of her ass and have to still myself for a moment. Her anus is so tight, I can barely squeeze in. But I push hard, spreading her ass cheeks apart as I force my cock deeper inside. Her screams fuel me to stay present. To not cum too fast. “That’s my pretty girl. Let me hear how much it hurts.”

“Ruin me, Atlas. Uhhh, fuck…” She sobs into the table but doesn’t tell me to stop.

Her cries trigger me, edging me closer to my own release. But I’m not ready to unravel just yet. She wants more punishment, more pain. And I’m going to give it to her.

I shove four fingers in her cunt first before tucking my thumb and sliding my whole fist in.

“Fucking hell!” She screams so loud I’m sure the entire house hears her.

I am sick with my own need as I ride her ass and fist her cunt at the same time. I laugh as she bucks wildly, jerking and contorting her hips like she’s having convulsions.

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