Page 79 of Dirty Little Saint

Val licks the blood from my neck. Shivers race down my spine. “Good boy, Felix.”

“My turn,” she murmurs.

My little raven strips from her robe and climbs onto the stone table with me. I can barely breathe as I drink in the sight of her. Her nipples are dark red, hard, and swollen. She parts her legs, straddling me, her pussy wet and glistening. She sits on my stomach, her knees bent.

“I would endure a thousand cuts for you,” I proclaim.

She nods and slides down.

Oh fuck. I need her. Yes.

“I want you inside me when I mark you.” She fists my cock and lowers herself onto it, sitting all the way down.

I draw in a sharp breath as the heat from her core envelops me. This is how I want to die someday. With my cock inside her perfect cunt. “You can stay here as long as you like, Little Raven.”

She moans as she rocks back and forth. “I’m so full. Fuck.”

I’m in awe that she’s taken the entire length of me inside her. I want to squeeze her nipples, but Atlas and Val hold down my wrists.

Riot puts the blade in her hand and guides it over my chest. “Do it just like you did it to Atlas before.”

She digs in deep, her eyes feral as she carves into me. But I don’t care about my mutilated flesh. I don’t feel the pain or smell the blood. All I feel is her tight wet pussy sliding up and down my cock.

I lift my hips, angling her up so I can slide in deeper. I want to stretch her till she cries, till she begs for my cum to soothe her raw flesh.

After she finishes marking me, she cries out, “Ruina nostra salus.” Our ruin is our salvation.

Riot caresses her hips and thighs. “Easy, love. It’s not time to cum yet.”

She whines when he pulls her off me.

My body aches for her. Fuck. I force myself to take a deep breath.

Valentin and Atlas help me off the altar table. I stagger as the blood rushes back to my head. “Is the ritual over?” I look down at the bloody mess they’ve created on my body.

Riot shakes his head. “Almost. This way, Felix.”

My cock is throbbing so much it’s hard to walk, but I follow them out of the cavern and into another chamber. Maureen looks back at me every few feet. It takes all my strength not to pounce on her.

This next room is warmer. Instead of a stone altar in the center, there’s a bed. A black leather couch sits across from it. For viewing pleasure. Hundreds of candles flicker across the room, creating an atmosphere of sin.

This is what I’ve dreamed about for so long. To be part of something so depraved and devious, so fucking filthy.

The bed is stripped down to just a black sheet. My little raven removes her robe again and sits down on the edge of it.

I follow the others and join them in taking a seat on the couch across from her. My heart pounds, thumping in my ears and head. Fuck.

Riot leans forward. “Spread yourself open.”

With the bronze mask still hiding her face and her naked body perched on the corner of the bed, she looks like the Goddess of Death herself. Like my dark angel come to save me from the madness in my mind. She opens her legs and waits for the next command.

And I don’t dare take my eyes off her.

Maureen

There is power in this room. Sexual power that makes us stronger. I need this so fucking bad. My belly flutters as I perch on the bed across from them, their masked faces watching me. They will know my pleasure. My ecstasy. And I will give them the display that they crave. That I crave.

“Spread your pussy and hold it open,” Riot quips, his voice cold and calculating. This is how he is. He shows passion through darkness.

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