Page 30 of Dirty Little Saint

A painful sob lodges in my throat. My sigils dig into my flesh, coming alive as the memory of being ripped away from my firecracker surfaces again.

“Oh, Riot,” she whimpers.

I clear my throat. “This is the mark you will give him. And then next time, he’ll be locked up alongside me.”

“After tonight, there’s not going to be a next time,” Val snarls.

She sniffles under her mask. I can’t tell if she’s crying or if it’s just an allergic reaction to the thick layer of dust that has settled into every brick and stone. “I… I don’t know if I should do this now,” she whispers.

Atlas grips her masked face. “I’m ready to bleed for you, Maur. Make me your fucking slave.”

Maureen

My hand trembles around the knife. Suddenly, I’m not as brave as I was a few minutes ago. My flight-or-fight response has me wanting to throw up. I still don’t understand Atlas’s nature, but the idea of carving into his beautiful body sends my pulse racing. There’s too much adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Riot steadies his hand over mine, guiding the blade to Atlas’s chest. “This is part of who we are. You can do this.”

I nod as I lock eyes with Atlas. He still has that shit eating grin on his face. It almost infuriates me but then I remember I’m the one holding the knife. I don’t want to hurt him… completely. Maybe slightly. Fuck. I’m just as fucked up as they are.

I dig the tip of the blade into his chest. He lets out a little whimper as the first trickle of blood spurts out. I’m not a squeamish person. I’ve killed two people. But those acts were full of rage and chaos. I was in an unhinged state. This is different.

Riot continues to guide my hand as I etch the sigil deep into Atlas’s flesh. “Fuck that feels good,” he moans.

My breath catches in my throat as a spark of energy shoots up my fingers. It’s like a vibration. “Do you feel that tingling?” I ask.

Atlas licks his lips. Desire flickers in his gaze. “Mmm, yes. I feel like I’m about to cum.”

Riot steps away as I continue to carve the sigil on my own, my fingers somehow knowing the way without my knowledge. The air is sticky and sweet between us. Without understanding what’s happening, I have the strongest urge to make him cum.

As I stare at his mutilated flesh, the vibration in my body heightens. I glide my hands over his abdomen, smearing his blood in circles around his belly button. He whimpers as I peel his robe back.

I slip my hand inside and wrap it around his hard cock.

“Oh, fuck. That’s my pretty girl. Taking what belongs to her.” He wraps his hand around my throat. I’ll never get enough of this. My control is an illusion, but he lets me have it.

I stroke him up and down with my bloody hands, relishing every ridge on his veiny shaft. It’s so smooth and so fucking hard. I want more.

I push him back, guiding him to where I want him. When the backs of his legs hit the iron chair, I pull his robe completely off.

Riot comes behind me and unties my robe. I shiver as it falls to the floor. Wearing nothing but a mask now, I feel feral and unhinged.

“Come sit on my lap, pretty girl. I know your pussy is aching for my thick cock.” Atlas spreads his legs as he leans back in the chair.

Val spins me around so my back is to Atlas. He and Riot hoist me up and then lower me down onto Atlas’s cock. I let out a shuddering moan. “Fuck…”

While Atlas fucks me from behind, Riot spreads my thighs apart and watches him slide in and out. I grind down hard, panting and trembling as Atlas fills me to the brim. “Such a good fucking slut for me. Mmm.” He rolls his hips up and down in a rhythm so fucking agonizing I can’t contain my cries.

Val kneels down between our legs and plants a trail of kisses up my thigh. He gazes up at me with a look so terrifying it almost makes me cum. “I want in,” he growls.

Atlas pulls me back and pinches my nipples hard between his fingers. “Yeah, let’s see how wide your pussy can stretch for us.”

Panic spreads in my chest. I can barely take Atlas. “Wait, no. I’m too tight,” I whimper.

Riot fingers my clit. “Shhh… relax and let him in.”

Oh, hell no.

I jerk up, but Atlas slams me back down. “Relax.”

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