Page 37 of Dirty Little Saint

The stars in my vision explode and then go black as a deep orgasm rolls through me. I open my mouth wide to scream, but nothing comes out except a quiet squeak. But what my voice cannot do, my body makes up for.

I contort and twist like I’m having convulsions as he thrusts in and out, milking me like he’s trying to break a wild horse. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My cum squirts out, landing on his face as I ride his fist. “Atlas, fuck.”

“Mmm,” He licks my cream off his lips. When he pulls his fist out, he slaps my pussy again. “Fuck, you’re still coming.” He smears his fingers in my folds as I continue to writhe on the ground like a cat in heat.

My juices spill out again, milky and thick. I whine and struggle against my restraints. “Untie me.”

His eyes darken as he reaches around and slips the belt off my wrists. “Mmm, there you go, pretty girl.”

I don’t even care that my wrists are sore and bleeding. I slide my fingers down my slit and rock my hips. I play with my own juices, rubbing them into my folds and around my clit.

Atlas’s eyes glow as he fixates on the show I’m giving him. “Yeah, just like that. Get fucking filthy for me.”

I cry out, my voice finally returning, as another orgasm takes hold of me. I am the most wild and unhinged and depraved that I’ve ever been.

Atlas cradles my ass in his hands as I come down and start to breathe normally again. “Look at the sticky mess you made…” He guides my finger down my slit and then up to my mouth. “I want to watch you lick yourself clean.”

“Oh, shit.” I have no lines left to cross. No more boundaries to break with this man. He has ruined me in ways that even the other two couldn’t fathom. My sweet, poisonous Atlas with a streak of madness so sick that Absentia Asylum wouldn’t know what to do with him.

I suck each of my fingers, one by one, tasting every drop of my own essence. He watches me silently, his lips quivering.

“That’s my pretty girl,” he murmurs.

I don’t know if it’s the new sigil he let me carve into his chest or the depraved act of watching me lick my own cum from my fingers, or even the fact that he just stuck his entire fist inside my pussy while almost choking me to death, but there’s a primal connection between us now that I can’t explain. Only that it’s like a rabid dog on a leash—ferocious, threatened, and ready to bite.

Valentin

With my mind still reeling from having to face my father, Maur’s revelations about the ravens and the curse, which is allegedly not a curse at all but a lie, I keep quiet and try to focus on the road.

Maur doesn’t have much to say either as she fidgets with her nails in the passenger seat next to me. Atlas and Riot are chatty enough for the both of us in the back, going on about the Spring Equinox Festival and how we’re going to get new Nocturnus recruits.

Winter is almost over, which means classes start on Monday. While most normal people get invigorated by the prospect of spring, my soul belongs to winter. To the dying trees, the frozen ground, and the cold rain. It resonates deep within me.

I have mixed feelings about going back to Tenebrose. I’ll have my uncle to contend with, coupled with the burden of helping Riot rebuild Nocturnus. And we’ll all have to deal with the fallout from the night of the ball. The whispers were growing up until the last day before winter break. The students were told that Zeke’s death was a tragic accident, but I’m sure they all suspect foul play. The whole school is fucking scared of us.

The rumor mill will only get worse once we return with Maur, her body marked up with Nocturnus sigils. No one will dare say anything, but they will gawk and gossip and make up shit to fill in the blanks of their delusional fantasies. That’s how it’s always been in our world. We are the elite, the privileged, and therefore, subjected to all forms of adoration and mockery.

I catch Maureen watching me out of the corner of my eye. I grip the wheel and step on the gas. Her close proximity sends my pulse racing. She alone can make both my blood boil and my cock hard at the same time. Her gaze is electric. It makes me uneasy and yet turns me on.

She’s always expecting something. Wanting something. Even if it’s just a look of reassurance. Sometimes, I think I can give her everything. But mostly I know I’ll just disappoint her with my apathy.

“What are you thinking about?” she murmurs.

“Nothing.”

I keep my eyes on the road. The past few weeks have been fucking draining. I don’t want to think about the ways we’ve degraded her. The things I’ve done to her, and she’s done to me. If I don’t shut down for a while, I’ll unravel and literally become a slave to my every fucking sexual whim with her.

It’s not a horrible idea, but the more we touch, the deeper I fall. The more I crave. And that never ends well. Erebus family rule number one: If you fall in love, you might as well cut off your balls and hand them over.

“It doesn’t look like nothing, Val. You’re cracking the leather on the steering wheel.” She covers my hand with hers and I tense. Introverted me isn’t pleasant to be around. She has no idea the extent of my self-loathing and deprecation.

She sighs. “Okay, I’ll leave you alone.”

The second she slides her hand away from mine, the guilt claws at me like a hungry beast. I shouldn’t feel this way. I haven’t even known her for that long. But those honey-colored eyes always seem to strip me bare. And I fucking hate it.

I nod. “Excellent.”

Atlas snickers from the back seat, suddenly more interested in us than Riot’s diatribe on Nocturnus politics. “Do I detect a little mood swing, Val?”

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