Page 81 of Dirty Little Saint

I gag as he pushes all the way to the back of my throat. Fuck. They are destroying me, brutalizing my body for their own pleasure. What the fuck does that say about me? That every tiny little spark of stimulation leaves me wanting more.

Atlas pulls out and Riot goes in, followed by Valentin. They take turns fucking my mouth, choking me, bruising my lips with their viciousness. And Felix watches as he continues to rub my pussy raw, making me cum over and over again until I have nothing left.

Our connection deepens as the rush of our release unleashes our sigils, awakening them to each other.

“Relax your throat,” Riot demands. His cock throbs against the insides of my cheeks before a burst of hot thick cream rushes out. He lifts my head so I don’t choke. And I swallow every drop.

“Thatta girl,” Riot praises.

Before I can catch my breath, Val thrusts in after him. He grips my face tightly in his hands. “Such a good fucking girl.” He thrusts hard as I suck and scrape my teeth across his veiny shaft. He twists my swollen nipples until they burn while his cum shoots down my throat.

“I want to taste them on you.” Atlas shoves his tongue in my mouth, kissing me deeply, and lapping up the sticky cream. “Mmm, now I’m gonna fill you so fucking full again.”

Stars dot my vision when he slides his cock inside my mouth again. My lips tingle around his engorged cock, his ridges twitching against my cheeks.

“Fuck.” He pulls out. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue for me, pretty girl.”

Another spasm rocks my core as Felix fingers me, rubbing my clit in circles with his thumb.

I stretch my tongue out as far as it will go and Atlas slaps his cock onto it. He strokes himself furiously as he cums. I gag, my body jerking and contorting as his cum races down my throat.

“Yeah, pretty girl. Fucking choke on me.”

Their hands and mouths are everywhere now, stroking me, sucking my nipples, pinching my nub, licking my belly. They leave teeth marks on my breasts and red imprints of their fingers on my thighs. I am drowning in them. Falling into an abyss of sensory overload, each orgasm hitting me deeper than the last.

There is no control. No boundaries. With our limbs and mouths entwined, we are no longer separate from each other. Our deviant bones will crumble together in heaps of poisoned ash in the end. It’s the devil’s fate.

And yet, amidst their darkness, I feel his light. Felix casts it on my shadows, setting me free as he confines me.

When the rope falls away from my face, I lie still as they work together on releasing me from my bonds.

I don’t have to lift a single limb. They spend the rest of the night caring for me, washing my skin, applying sweet-scented ointments to my rope burns and scratches. I relish their soft, soothing hands massaging my neck and shoulders, kneading their strong fingers into my thighs as they coax me back to life.

I drift in and out of sleep, barely conscious as they lie me down on a lavish bed. I’m tucked into a thick, fluffy comforter, surrounded by soft pillows. I feel gentle hands in my hair, fingers caressing my arms and legs, soft kisses urging me to return to my deep slumber as they surround me on the bed like a cocoon. My beautiful dark devils.

Valentin

The depravity in the Erebus family is no secret. It festers in our minds like a sickness. My father was so fucking demented he drove my mother away. I haven’t seen that woman since I was thirteen. But I had my Uncle Julian. He helped raise me. He was always the one who would comfort me after my father would beat the shit out of me. But Julian has his demons too. And right now, I’m looking at one of them. And I’m not sure what the fuck I just stumbled into.

“You’re fucking a ghost?” I immediately help myself to a glass of his twenty-five-year aged scotch. “Isn’t she a little old for you?”

He snickers and gives me that look he used to give me when I mouthed off. “Watch it, Val. I won’t have you disrespect Jessamine in my house.”

Has he lost his fucking mind?

“Have you forgotten about her luring Maureen into the woods so Zeke could torture her? Or how she locked Libra and Villette in the basement of the ballroom at the winter solstice? I know you like dangerous pussy, Uncle, but that chick is certifiable. And we’re pretty sure she’s behind every bad fucking thing that’s happened between our families.”

He snatches the glass out of my hand mid-sip. “It’s a little early for booze, Val. Jessamine is done with all of that. I’ve been helping her come to terms with Silas being gone. And the fact that nothing she does is going to bring him back.”

It annoys me when he treats me like a child. I’m not that cowering little boy anymore. I peer down the hall to see Jessamine lingering in his bedroom doorway. “I’d like to hear it from her if you don’t mind.”

He sighs and beckons for her to come forward. “It’s all right, love. Come on out.”

She’s not what I imagine a ghost would look like. It’s not like the movies where they float around all wisplike. No, this chick is as solid as Uncle Julian and me.

“Is this true?” I ask her. “Are you done going after Maureen?”

She nods sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

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