Page 52 of Dirty Little Saint

His eyes darken. “Yes.”

“And?” I hate when they keep secrets or withhold stuff from me.

He leans forward and kisses me so softly it leaves my lips tingling. “Not now, Firecracker… Come here.” He pulls my hips toward him until I’m flush against his body. His cock twitches beneath his black sweatpants, pulsing against my thigh. I reach in between us and rub my palm against it as his erection grows, relishing how quickly he responds to my touch.

“Fuck.” He pulls my tank top down and pinches one of my nipples. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”

I slip my hand inside his sweats and wrap it around his cock. Sweat trickles down my back as the heat between us grows from a spark to an inferno.

He kisses my neck, hungrily, devouring it while I stroke him up and down. He moans in my ear before biting down hard on my earlobe. The sharpness of his teeth sends shivers over every inch of my body.

I let out a whimper. “Riot… I need you inside me.”

“You have too many clothes on.” He pushes my panties down and off before climbing on top of me. I yank his sweatpants down as he shifts in between my trembling thighs.

He studies my face, watching my every reaction, as he rolls the tip of his cock up and down my slit. “Damn, you’re so fucking wet I could just slide right in.”

“Mmm, fuck, Riot. Stop teasing me.”

He chuckles and continues to do just that. I practically drool at the sight of him over me. His tattoos and sigils make his body look like a work of art. “I want you to cum first. Grab my cock and use it to get yourself off.”

Oh, fuck. I am going to explode. I wrap my hand around him and guide the tip up to my clit. I let out a deep moan as I move it in circles, grinding against it as it stimulates every sensitive nerve.

He fists my tank top, using it to anchor himself as he tries to stifle his grunts. “That’s it. Just like that. Take control. Fucking use me.”

“Uhhh.” I shiver as his pre-cum leaks out and drips down my slit. The pressure builds in my core like a fucking trigger. And I know I’m a fucking goner. I jerk my hips as a rush of tingles quakes through my pussy. I grind his tip down on my nub as I buck, my limbs wild.

“Mmm, now I’m going to fuck the life out of you.” He shoves my hand away and thrusts his cock inside my soaking wet pussy.

I cry out as my orgasm reaches another level. “Oh, fuck. I’m coming again.”

He pushes through my walls, burying himself to the hilt. “So tight. Fuck. I wanna stay inside you forever.”

I clench around him, desperate to feel every ridge of his cock as he slides in and out. “You’re so good, Riot. So fucking good.”

He grunts as he slams into me over and over again, all while not taking his eyes off mine. We are connected—body and soul. I let out a gurgled cry as I surrender to every single sensation. This pleasure hits deeper within my core this time, bursting from a spot that no one has ever stimulated before.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you cum.” He moans louder as his cock throbs against the inside of my pussy. “Fuck. I’m fucking… FUCK.”

His cum shoots out, thick and hot, filling me to the brim. He grinds his hips against mine in a frenzy. Our moans collide as we ride each other, our bodies contorting and twisting together as we chase this feral need to consume.

The sigil on my thigh, the one that belongs to Riot, sparks, reminding me of my ruin and my addiction to him. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for this man. Nothing I wouldn’t let him do to me. But the high I get from seeing him completely unravel for me… the satisfaction of feeling his cum drip down my thighs… there’s no amount of alcohol or poison that can come close to this rush.

I whine when he pulls out, my needy pussy still tingling. “You’ve desecrated my soul, Riot Graves. Fuck.”

“Right back at you, love.” He lies back down next to me and curls me into his chest. His breath is hot and erratic against my ear. “I’m too fucking greedy with you. Atlas and Val let me take too many liberties.”

“That’s because they love you.” I love you. I’m still scared to say it out loud to him.

He sighs. “They know that I need these quiet moments. That I need to have you to myself sometimes. To keep the darkness from swallowing me up.”

I nod. I know too well what he means. Lately, my thoughts have become darker, heavier. It’s getting easier and easier to justify what I did. Murder. Killing Billy in Wickford Hollow was not self-defense. It was an act of revenge. Zeke was no different. Holden was right. I enjoyed killing his bastard son.

I shudder as the memories come flooding back. The crack of the belt echoes in my ears. As if I’m back there in the ritual room on all fours—naked and panting in front of them while they lash me. While they get off on punishing me for my sins.

“Hey, Maur. Stay with me,” Riot pleads.

I shudder again. “Sorry. I just get lost in my head sometimes.”

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