Page 45 of Dirty Little Saint

Valentin digs his fingers into my waist, pushing me back into a dark corner of the bar. “We didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

Atlas sweeps my hair to the side and fingers my sigil. My belly flips as he whispers in my ear, “Some people need reminding that you belong to us.”

“Maybe you do as well, Firecracker,” Riot barks in my other ear.

The memory of when they first cornered me in the bathroom flashes in my mind. It heats my skin and spurs the dark craving that has festered since that moment. The ache that pulses between my thighs every time they surround me.

I glance around the room as Riot inches his hand up my thigh. “Stop. Someone will see us.”

Valentin pushes me back against the wall. “That’s the fucking point, Firecracker.”

The music pumps louder, keeping time with the thumping in my chest. Atlas nuzzles my neck, leaving a trail of kisses up to my jaw. It sends goosebumps across my arms and legs.

“The three of you need to stop,” I whimper. Who am I kidding? I don’t want them to stop.

Valentin hikes my skirt up till it’s barely covering my ass. He reaches in and pulls my panties to the side. “You’re ours to play with whenever and wherever we want.”

Riot sucks on my earlobe. “I wanna see those juices dripping down your thighs.” He shoves a finger inside my pussy, and my entire body twitches, my back arching against the wall.

Atlas puts his hand over my mouth mid-moan. “Shhh, pretty girl.”

Fuck. It’s too good. Too fucking hot. I look past them to see if anyone is watching, but everyone seems oblivious. A part of me wishes they weren’t. Why do I get off on that? Ever since… Fuck. No. Shut it out.

I whine as Riot thrusts two more fingers in. “Am I boring you? Hmmm?” Instead of thrusting in and out, he spreads his fingers wide, stretching my walls open. I shriek into Atlas’s hand.

“There she is. Don’t think of anything else except being a good little slut for us.” Atlas covers my nose and mouth with his whole hand now.

I have to steady my breath so I don’t suffocate.

I clench around Riot’s fingers, my pussy sopping wet. I roll my hips and get lost in the rhythm. It feels so fucking good.

Valentin unlaces my top just enough to shimmy it down and expose my nipples. He gives each one a hard pinch. “I wanna bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone. Would you like that?”

I moan and twist under their touch. Riot probes his thick fingers deeper inside me, curling them up till he hits my sweet spot. My knees start to shake as I feel the pressure in my lower back.

This public display of debauchery has got me so wound up that I cum instantly at his words.

“Oh, fuck.” Riot slides his fingers out, and my hips convulse. A stream of cum squirts out and onto the floor between my legs. “There we go. Now we’re gonna have a good fucking time.”

Atlas shoves two fingers inside my mouth, pressing them against my tongue. “Suck.”

I moan and obey his command. No matter what they tell me to do, I obey. I can’t fucking help myself. I’m a fiend for their brutality.

Val squeezes my nipples between his fingers as I unravel. I forget about the bar and the music and the crowd as a second orgasm shatters my core.

Riot breathes heavily into my neck as he kisses my sigil, licking and sucking on my tender flesh that’s still not completely healed. I’m not sure if it ever will be.

My heart races while I ride out the last of my high. But just when I’m about to fully come down from my state of euphoria, I feel his eyes on me.

He smirks at me from across the room. The only one in the crowd who sees us. Who’s watching us.

Felix Crane.

Fuck.

He leans against the wall, drink in hand, and something sinister darkens his gaze. Something feral and psychotic.

“Is he watching?” Riot taunts.

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