Page 68 of Dirty Little Saint

Atlas pinches my nipple before rolling it back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. “Good girl. And how did you feel when they were watching?”

I blow out a deep breath. “Fuck, Atlas… It made me cum harder. Why did it turn me on?”

He licks my nipple, sucking it gently before scraping his teeth across it. “There’s something naughty about it, isn’t there? Yeah. You like the dirty things. Just like us, pretty girl.” He grabs a vial and pours a drop of poison on my nipple. I gasp as it sizzles and burns. He puckers his lips around it, moaning as he sucks.

Sweat races down my chest as all my nerve endings stand erect. “They were wearing masks, so all I could see was their eyes… It made me so wet.”

“Mmm. Yeah, tell me why it made you so wet.”

I whimper as he licks poison off my other breast. “Because I was in control of my pleasure and theirs.”

He drags his teeth across my jaw. “Yeah. That’s it, pretty girl. It’s your fucking kink, and you should embrace it. No more shame.”

I nod as he unzips my jeans. “Say it, Maur.”

“No more shame,” I whisper.

“Good girl.”

As he starts to slip his fingers inside my panties, I suddenly remember what day it is. “Wait. I’m on my period.”

His eyes light up like I’ve never seen them do before. “Don’t play with me, Maur.”

“Atlas… no.” I remember how hot he was for me in the car that day. Riot pulled out my tampon, and he went feral like a wild animal.

“Don’t tell me no. I want your blood all over my cock.” He jumps up and comes back with a stack of towels. I watch as he lays them out all over the floor. “I’ll buy you a new set tomorrow.”

He takes off his clothes and stands there waiting for me. His cock is so hard and beautiful. My pussy aches at the sight of it. “Come lie down, pretty girl.”

I start to stand but stumble as the poison and tequila rush through my veins. He reaches out in two strides to catch me before I fall and helps me down to the floor. My head spins as I lie flat. “You’re a fucking psycho, Atlas.”

He nods as he pulls down my jeans and panties. “Yes, and your blood’s gonna cleanse all my sins.”

My legs shiver as he pushes them apart. “Fuck. There’s so much blood.”

He slides his finger down my slit before wrapping it around the tampon string. “Let’s get this out of the way.”

I arch my hips when he pulls it out. “Fuck, that tickles.”

“So beautiful.” He lines up his cock and inches it halfway in, then pulls it out. His eyes are glazed, wild, as he admires my blood on his veiny ridges.

I have to admit it feels fucking amazing. I’m so lubricated, so wet… “Put it back in, Atlas. Please.”

He thrusts all the way in with a grunt. “FUCK,” he yells.

A primal ache stirs in my belly as I look up at him. His sigils glow in between his chiseled muscles. He looks like a Greek god—dangerous and beautiful. I raise my hips up and down as he rides me slowly. We fall into a rhythm, my juices flowing like honey.

Every time he thrusts in, he pulls all the way out so he can fixate on the way my blood paints his cock. He smears his hands in it, then grips my thighs and my belly until we’re both bathed in it.

He presses his thumb hard against my clit. “I will give you anything you want, pretty girl. Fucking anything.”

A spasm flicks against my core as he rubs his thumb in circles. I moan as my orgasm starts to build. “I’m going to cum so hard for you.”

He drives into me, filling me to the brim. Our thighs are soaked as he slips in and out of my sopping-wet pussy. He rocks into me, forcing my hips up and down, as he wails like an animal. “Mmm, fuck. I’m coming.”

The spasms reverberate through me, hitting me deep inside. We both cry out as his cum shoots into me, thick and hot. I scratch my nails down his chest as I clench around his cock. He buries himself so deep I can feel him in my lower back.

“Your blood is mine. Fuck.” He thrusts into me again as he rides his orgasm, milking it for every sacred drop.

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