Page 22 of Dirty Little Saint

I claw at his skull, rabid with lust. Like a fucking masochist.

He grunts and lifts my hips off the ground as he thrusts his tongue back into my greedy pussy. His hands are underneath my ass, my legs around his neck. And it breaks me. A force gathers inside me and unleashes as my essence explodes like a pressure cooker overflowing.

“Riot!” White stars blur my vision the second my juices flood his mouth. He clamps down harder as I cum all over his feral tongue. He drinks from my pussy, sucking and swallowing every drop. And all I can do is writhe and moan as I ride his face.

The sigils on my thighs smolder, sending shivers up and down my body. My pleasure is bittersweet, mixing with rage as memories from last night threaten to surface. I shake my head and pinch my eyes shut.

Riot replaces his tongue with his fingers. “Look at me, Maur.”

I shake my head as he pumps his fingers, drawing my orgasm out.

“Look at me right fucking now,” he demands.

I open my eyes and gaze into his. My breath catches in my throat.

“Good girl. Tell me what I am to you.”

Another orgasm takes hold of me as his fingers probe deeper, hitting my G-spot. “You… are my penance. My… devil.” I can barely get the words out as he adds a third finger, stretching me wide around him.

“Yes. Right now, I’m your devil. No one else. You will only think of me when I’m inside you.”

I nod as I drown in his murderous blue eyes and surrender again. I let it all fade away. Nothing else exists but this moment. And like a switch that I now have access to, the sigil that Riot carved into my thigh burns brighter. And the other sigil… goes dark.

Riot nods as if he sees the realization, the relief in my eyes. He stills his hand as I try to catch my breath. “I can do more than just ruin you, Maur. All you have to do is let me.”

He’s the only one who can. It’s always been this way. Since the first night we met. I lurch forward and crawl into his arms. I bury my head in his neck and breathe in his scent as he holds me tighter than anyone ever has. “Can we stay like this forever?” I already know the answer, but I want to pretend for a little longer.

He kisses my cheek. “No. But now you can come here in your head whenever you want.”

The ravens shriek through the trees.

“They’re getting desperate,” I whisper.

“They aren’t the only ones, Firecracker. Our enemies gather as we speak.” He stands us both up and helps me with my pants. “Ready to go back?”

Not even close. But I nod. “I guess.”

We walk toward the cabin in silence, shrinking back into our own sacred spaces. Those spaces that we use to shield ourselves from being too vulnerable with each other. But after tonight, neither one of us can deny that this thing between us… is something like love.

Valentin is pacing the front porch while Atlas slumps back in a rocking chair. “There the fuck you both are. We’re gonna have some unwelcomed guests soon.”

The hairs on the back of my neck prickle. “What? I thought you said we were safe out here.”

Riot stiffens like a statue as he grips my hand so tight I’m afraid it might snap in half. “Who?”

Val’s eyes darken. “My father. If you think Holden Graves is a monster…”

I shudder.

“Fuck,” Riot mutters.

Now I’m the one squeezing his hand for dear life. “What does he want?”

“The same thing they all want,” Atlas quips. He won’t look at me. “To feast their eyes on the girl who broke the curse.”

I swallow hard, my anxiety kicking into high gear. “No. I’m not staying here.”

Val stalks toward us. He grabs my other hand. “I’m not leaving you alone this time, Maur. I swear on the fucking corpses of ravens, he will not lay a finger on you.”

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