Page 106 of Dirty Little Saint

“There’s no escaping me, pretty girl. I’ve got you trapped just the way you like it. Are you going to be a good girl and cum all over my cock and my hand?”

“Mmm, yesss,” she slurs.

A tremor shoots down my shaft, pulling all my blood and adrenaline down to the tip. I grind into her, fucking her without mercy. Without remorse for her raw and tender flesh. I hock another glob of spit down her ass crack as I thrust faster, desecrating her as I chase my release.

“Fuck, Maur… My dirty little slut. Look what you done to me. Fuck.”

A deep guttural moan escapes from her throat as she grinds back against me. Her juices spill out, dripping all over my hand and cock. “That’s it baby, cum for Daddy.”

“Fuck you, Atlas. Oh, fuck, that feels good. Don’t stop.” A dribble of saliva drips out of her mouth and onto the table as she cums all over me.

I’m making her foam at the fucking mouth.

I burrow as far into her ass as I can get and unleash everything I have. My cum shoots out, hot and thick. I’m overwhelmed, my head spinning as an orgasm so intense grips me literally by the balls. I feel every twitch of her raw cunt over my ridges as I thrust over and over again.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I cry out in ecstasy. “What have you done to me?” I repeat, my voice cracking as I fill her with my essence.

I collapse onto her back, my chest heaving. I whisper in her ear, “I love making you scream.”

She turns her head to kiss me on the neck. “I’m yours to mangle and fuck and ruin. Always.”

Years from now, this is what I’ll remember the most about tonight. Not the twenty or so initiates I murdered. Not the death of my father. But this, right here. Me and my pretty girl fucking each other to tears in a greenhouse full of poison.

This is what we are. What we’ll always be. And it’s all I’ll ever need.

Valentin

When Uncle Julian opens the door, it takes less than five seconds for him to see the death in my eyes. To know what I’ve done.

He pulls me into his arms, and I collapse into sobs. I’m that eight-year-old boy again, crying as he tends to the wounds my father gave me.

“I killed him.”

“Shhh, it’s okay, Valentin. My sweet boy.”

I heave in his arms, letting everything go. Feeling every emotion that I’ve pushed down for so long. He lets me grieve. For my father, for my absent mother, and for myself.

And by the end of the night, I am cleansed. I’m born again.

I spare him the gritty details and instead speak her praises. My dark queen. I tell him of how she protected me from him. “She’s our salvation, Uncle. She sacrificed her soul and body to right their wrongs.”

Julian nods. “I misjudged her. Her love for you is pure. I see that now.”

“We all misjudged her,” Jessamine whispers as she peers from behind the wall. “Penny was wrong about her too.”

“Her grandmother? She’s never met her.” I am still not one hundred percent happy that my uncle is shacked up with this ghost chick.

Jessamine creeps in, her body language timid and awkward. “There are things you don’t know about Maureen. Things she doesn’t even know about herself. You need to take her to Ever Graves.”

“Tell me now,” I demand, my patience non-existent after the night we just had.

“Easy, Val. Maybe it would be best to go to Ever Graves. Maureen needs to know where she… came from.”

The way he speaks is cryptic. “She was born in Wickford Hollow.”

He and Jessamine exchange a look. “Yes, but her mother was born in Ever Graves.”

I shrug. “And?”

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