Page 65 of Dirty Little Saint

His lips still hover over my ear. “You are more exquisite than any poem I’ve ever read… Deny it all you want, Little Raven, but you came harder because I was watching you.”

The door to the church flies open, shattering the static between us. I spin around to see Val charging down the aisle. “You’re late for your next class, Maureen.”

Felix chuckles. “My apologies. I asked her to stay after. I’ll write her a note.” He clicks his pen open and starts scribbling away on his notepad.

My heart is beating in my fucking throat.

“Why is that, Professor Crane?” Val’s eyes are murderous.

A devious twinkle flickers in Felix’s eyes. “We were discussing poetry, naturally. One of my favorite poems in particular.”

Oh, fuck.

I snatch the note out of his hand and push Val toward the door. “Thank you, Professor. See you next week.”

“Which poem is your favorite?” Val calls out.

Every cell in my body is on fire. My hands are shaking against Val’s chest as I try to urge him outside. I swear to fuck if this man says my name…

Felix chuckles. “Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven, of course. Good day, Miss Blackwell.”

My stomach flips, but I let out a sigh of relief.

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming—my favorite line from The Raven…

Val growls as I finally get him out the church doors. “I was worried when you didn’t come out with the others. Then I remembered who’s class you’re in. What the fuck did he really want with you, Maur?”

I shake my head. There’s too much going on right now. So many enemies and threats. The last thing we need is another one. “We talked about poetry.”

Val snickers. “Don’t fucking keep secrets from me, Maur. He watched me bend you over and fuck you in the ass the other night. He watched all of us pass you around like a fucking toy. And he didn’t say anything to you about it?”

I throw up my hands, frustrated. “Yeah. So what? He mentioned that he knew it turned me on. That was it. He said it’s not a big deal and that it won’t affect me taking his class.” This is all partially true.

Val wraps his hand around my throat and drags me into the woods. When we’re halfway in, he slams me up against a tree. “I will get the fucking truth out of you.”

He unbuttons my jeans with his other hand, unzipping them before sliding two fingers down my panties. I let out a soft moan as he thrusts them inside my pussy.

“Would you want him to watch you again?”

“Yes.” I can’t fucking lie to him. Especially with his slick fingers deep inside me.

He shoves a third finger in, pumping in and out violently. “Does he want to touch you?”

I shake my head as I clench around his fingers. “I don’t know…”

He rolls his thumb over my clit, and I buck against the tree. The bark digs into my back, cutting my skin. Blood and sweat trickle down my spine. “Do you want him to touch you?”

Fuck. I’m about to cum, and all I can think about is the church of the Goddess of Death and Edgar fucking Allan Poe. “I… I don’t know.”

Val squeezes my throat so tight that stars blur my vision. He pinches my clit at the same time. I nearly convulse as a deep orgasm ripples through me, rocking my core like a fucking atom bomb. I cry out as I grind and twist against his hand.

“Mmm, yeah. Now I get the truth.” He slows his pace as I come down, gently caressing my pussy lips. “Let me know when you figure out the answer to my last question, Maur.”

Felix’s voice echoes in my head—it’s not about finding the answers; it’s about asking the right questions…

Fucking hell. What have I gotten myself into this fucking time?

Maureen

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