Page 17 of Dirty Little Saint

After tending to Maureen’s wounds with various ointments and salves, we dress her in a loose T-shirt and sweatpants. I place her on the couch, cover her with a blanket, and plant a soft kiss on her cheek before joining the others in the kitchen.

Riot sits on top of the granite counter, taking long pulls from a bottle of bourbon. Even with his dark hair matted and sweaty, his skin sallow from his father’s parlor tricks, he’s still one of the most striking men I’ve ever seen. A kind of strange, beautiful that takes your breath away. His cold demeanor only enhances his looks more. My cock begins to swell. It’s been way too fucking long since we’ve made each other cum.

Valentin snickers. “I can see your fucking hard-on from here, Atlas.”

“When is he ever not hard?” Riot hops off the counter and stalks toward me. He cups my dick through my pants. “We’ll play later, okay?”

I nod and take a pull from the bottle. “I’ll find other ways to amuse myself until then.”

Valentin pats me on the back. “I’m going down to the crypt.”

Broody fucker. He always did prefer his own company to ours. Maybe a few hours down in the dark with his dead relatives will settle him.

I toss him a vial of wolfsbane. “Don’t have too much fun without us.”

Riot arches an eyebrow at me. “You’re still hard.”

“I am.” A mischievous grin spreads across my face.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “I’m going for a walk. Don’t come crying to us when she wakes up and stabs you.”

I laugh as I watch him leave through the front door and turn right toward the forest. The ravens squawk at him but he’s unfazed. That man’s shell is impenetrable.

Now, I’m going to go remind our girl that there’s no fucking rest for the wicked.

I pick her up off the couch and carry her upstairs to my room. She smells like soap and firewood. “Mmm, you’re so fucking pretty,” I whisper in her ear. She whimpers slightly but stays asleep.

I lie her down on my bed. A rush of adrenaline shoots through my veins. This is devious and twisted and fucking hot. I pull her sweatpants down, taking her panties off along with them.

My breath hitches at the sight of her bare pussy. I want to devour it. “I’m going to get you so wet, love.”

I kiss her neck as I carefully pull her arms out of her T-shirt before getting it over her head and off. I toss it to the floor. I watch her for a few minutes, admiring her curves. Her nipples are hard and red, swollen with lust that she’s not even aware of yet. It’s like her body knows what it wants even when her mind is asleep.

“I’m going to have some fun now.” I push her legs apart and kneel in between them. She arches slightly in response. “Thatta girl.”

I slide my finger up and down her slit. “Oh, fuck you are soaked.” Fuck. I hadn’t expected her to be that wet so fast.

Her pulse quickens, and she lets out another little whimper just as I slip my finger inside her pussy, inching it all the way in. “Mmm, so warm and slick.” I’m on the verge of losing control. I pump my finger in and out, watching how her belly trembles with each thrust. To have this kind of control over her… it makes my cock twitch and ache to be inside her. But I want to play with my doll first.

I pinch one of her nipples, and she bucks. Her eyelids flutter, but she stays asleep. Fucking hell. Her chest flushes pink as I work my finger deeper inside her. I press my thumb against her clit. “Fuck, I love touching you like this. You’re doing so good.”

Her pulse jumps again when I shove a second finger in. “Mmm, you like that. I know your body better than you know it yourself.”

She lets out a moan.

It’s taking everything I have not to stick my cock inside her.

I push her legs wider apart and peel her pussy lips back so I can get a better visual of my fingers sliding in and out. “I can’t wait to see the look in your eyes when you wake up with cum dripping down your legs.”

She rolls her hips up and rides my hand. “Oh, baby… fuck yeah. Just like that.”

Her juices begin to trickle out. I lean down and lap them up, licking from taint to nub. “You taste like the sweetest sin.”

She moans and tosses her head from side to side. So close. Any moment now, she’s going to wake up and see what I’m doing to her. This makes my cock throb in my pants. I pump my fingers faster.

“Atlas…” she murmurs.

I take off my shirt. “Is my pretty little psycho awake?”

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