Page 18 of Dirty Little Saint

Her eyelids flutter again before opening to half-slit. She blinks a couple of times. “What… oh, fuck.”

I pinch her nub. “You’re so fun to play with.”

Her eyes widen. I can almost see her brain catching up with her body. “Where are we?”

I don’t stop fucking her with my fingers. “In my room at the cabin.”

She bucks again as I hit that sacred spot deep inside her. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Getting you ready for me to fuck you.”

“You couldn’t wait until I was awake?”

I take off my pants and kneel in between her legs. “No. Feel free to return the favor to me anytime.”

I squeeze her clit, and she loses it. The second her cum squirts out, I thrust my cock inside her, filling her tight little hole to the brim. She screams as she clenches and then stretches around me. “You’re a fucking psycho,” she growls as she cums all over my dick.

I can’t hold back any longer. I wrap my hand around her throat and give her pussy a hard thrust. “And you’re my fucking drug.” I howl as all the blood rushes to the tip of my cock. A spasm shoots down my shaft right before I explode inside her.

Maureen

I look up at the feral predator between my legs and want to scream. He’s more unhinged than I thought he was. Should I really be surprised? And yet my body is tingling, spasming with pleasure. Every inch of my skin is on fire. His cock twitches against the sides of my pussy, reminding me of the control he has over me. How I’m a slave to this desire.

Atlas leans over, pressing his chest against mine as he pins my wrists above my head. “I’m going to be greedy now.”

He rocks into me slowly, his cock hardening again. And I can’t help but rock with him. He feels so fucking good. He moves slower this time, gentler. I can feel the entire shape of him, every ridge and vein, as it throbs inside me.

“Fuck,” I moan as he burrows in deeper. I can almost feel him in my stomach.

He covers my mouth with his. We both gasp when our tongues touch. He kisses me hard, desperate to swallow me whole.

“I will fuck you like this all night. Deep… and slow.” He rolls his hips up and down in a torturous rhythm.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I should be furious with him for touching me while I was asleep. But instead, I’m opening my legs wider and praying he never stops.

I don’t even care about my tender flesh and aching muscles. My heart rate jumps as images from last night flash in my mind. I close my eyes and try to block out the lashings. The humiliation of being tortured in a room full of men who were aroused by my suffering.

“Harder,” I demand.

Atlas slams into me. “That’s it, my love. Let me help you forget.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze, desperate to feel every inch of him. I bite down hard on his ear before I whisper, “I hate what the three of you have done to me.”

He pulls out and violently thrusts back in. “You fucking love this. That is what you hate.”

Is he right? Am I ashamed that all this sickness actually turns me on? “I want a drink.”

“Right now? While I’m fucking you?” Atlas laughs and reaches for the half-empty bottle of bourbon on the bedside table.

I grab his wrist. “No. I want what you drink.”

His gaze heats with desire. “That’s my girl.” He picks up his jeans from the bed and gives them a shake. A vial of poison falls out of the pocket and into his palm.

“Come get it, then.” He fists his cock and pours out a few droplets of nightshade onto his shaft.

I lick my lips and get on my knees, panting over his glistening cock. Thirsty for his sweat and poison. I drag my tongue up the length of him and feel an instant burn. But it numbs the pain everywhere else. It quiets the demons in my head.

He hums in appreciation when I take all of him into my mouth. “Oh, shit… Yeah, just like that, baby. Suck me as hard as you fucking want.”

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