Page 53 of Dirty Little Saint

He hugs me tighter. “Get lost in me, love. Let me carry your burdens.”

I choke back a sob. “I don’t want to talk about that night… It brought something out of me. Something dirty.”

Riot tilts my chin up so I have to look into his eyes. “Don’t ever be ashamed of your desires. We will always give you what you want and never judge you for it. Our tastes are dark as well. You know this about us.”

He’s right, but then why do I still feel so filthy? I’ve never embraced these parts of me. Never even entertained it for a moment. Back in Wickford Hollow, I would get drunk and let them pass me around. Sometimes, I wasn’t conscious when they did it. But it was just your standard blow jobs and getting fucked from behind by dumb football players that reeked of cheap beer and cigarettes.

“Last night, at Swallow, I liked what the three of you made me do. Being watched… it makes me cum harder. My body comes alive, and my sigils respond with so much heat.”

Riot drags his thumb across my lower lip. “That’s why we did it. We know you, Maur. And if you like being watched then we will make that happen again whenever you want.”

What does it say about me that it turns me on when he says stuff like that? We are so fucking toxic, and yet I crave every bit of it.

“Mmm, you know what would turn me on?” he whispers in my ear.

My nipples pebble. “Tell me.”

“Watching you touch yourself in front of others. I want to see my woman put on a show, knowing they’ll want to fuck you but can’t. That only we get to defile your pussy.”

Fuck. He knows just what to say to get me going. Liquid pools between my legs.

He slides a finger inside me and moans. “Mmm, fuck. We’ll have you on full display. They will fucking worship at your feet.”

“Yes.” I can barely breathe. Every inch of me is on fire, obsessed with what he’s doing to me right now.

The heat in my body climbs as he pinches my clit between his fingers, rolling it back and forth between his soft pads. “You’ll spread your cunt wide open for them… show them everything.”

I jerk my hips as his touch stimulates my core. I can’t help but clench around his fingers, desperate to ride this high. “Riot… Fuuck.”

He kisses my cheek. “You see, your pleasure belongs to me. Your pain is mine. There can be no shame because I own every single tremble that passes through your tight little cunt.” He grabs my chin and tilts it up. “You can do no wrong, love. You’re my dirty little saint.”

The hot water soothes my aching limbs. Riot’s cum still leaks out of my pussy as I stand here washing myself. I stay in the shower until the water runs tepid, savoring every bit of heat and steam that I can before I have to get dressed and go down to the party.

I put on a pair of tight jeans, black boots, and a purple stretchy V-neck sweater. I leave my hair down so as not to draw attention to the sigils on my neck. I already get side-eyed enough. Everyone knows I have them, but I don’t feel like having their eyes on them tonight.

Downstairs is already filling up with students when I make my entrance. They know better than to disrespect me in Nocturnus House, so I get a few timid smiles and head nods as I walk past.

“There you are!” Villette saunters up, looking gorgeous in a white cotton dress and black satin heels.

I give her a hug and instantly feel my anxiety start to dissipate. I was worried that she might have seen her brother watching us last night at Swallow. If she did, there’s no indication. “I’m so happy you’re here. I don’t think I could face the vultures without you.”

She hands me a cup with whiskey in it. “Girl, I got you. They’re just jealous that the most sought-after guys at Tenebrose are obsessed with you and not them.”

I giggle as I take a sip. “Or they’re afraid that I’m going to stab them in the graveyard.”

She arches an eyebrow. “Yes, probably that too.”

Villette wanted to know as little as possible about what happened with Zeke the night of the Winter Solstice Ball. Libra, on the other hand, wanted all the gory details. A little knot forms in my stomach at the thought of her not being here tonight.

“Hey, have you heard from Lib yet? I’m surprised she’s not here tonight. She hates missing a party.”

Villette shrugs and looks around the room. “I’ll text my brother, Bones, tomorrow and try to find out if he’s heard anything. She might still be up at her family’s estate in Ever Graves.”

I nod and take another sip of my drink. My presence is finally starting to go unnoticed as the house fills up with more people. Cocktails and joints are being passed around like candy while the music gets louder, muffling everyone’s voices.

Villette walks with me through each room as I try to find the guys. “I had to beg Felix not to crash the party tonight. He still doesn’t seem to get that he’s a teacher,” she shouts over the music.

Thank fuck he’s not here tonight. I don’t have the nerve to look him in the eye yet. I’m already dreading having to sit through his class tomorrow. I laugh nervously. “It’s cause he’s so much younger than the rest of them. He’s probably bored out of his mind in the faculty lounge.” I laugh back.

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