Page 39 of Tainted Saints

There’s no hesitation this time, her thighs spreading wide, and if the curse Lan makes is anything to go by, he’s enjoying the view. She gasps sharply, and I look down to see Forest has unbuttoned her coat, cardigan, and shirt, exposing her lace-covered breasts to the cold air.

“Such beautiful tits,” he murmurs, echoing my thoughts as he leans down, and the way a moan slips from her parted lips, I can imagine he’s taken one of her pert nipples into his mouth.

“Fuck,” she breathes out, wiggling on my rock-fucking-solid dick as Lan disappears between her thighs. He loves eating girls like they’re his last meal, and I imagine it’s a feast between her legs.

“Let us take care of you,mi princesa linda,” I tell her, kissing and sucking the elegant column of her neck. “You deserve a reward for giving us our first lead.”

She jerks forward a little as Lan really sets to work, the sound of him licking and sucking her loud in the quiet forest. I know Forest will be getting off on us being outside, that boy is an exhibitionist if ever I met one. Her hands come up to grip my arms which are still wrapped tightly around her, holding her in place for my friends to give her pleasure.

“Lan, fuck,” she rasps, totally lost to the way he’s worshipping her. Deciding to test her limits a little, I uncurl one arm from around her, sliding my palm around the front of her throat and squeezing lightly.

“Shit, Blaine, she just gushed all over my tongue,” Lan rasps, and I feel him pull her wider apart, feasting on her pussy like he really will die if he doesn’t make her come in the next twenty seconds. I know the feeling, my dick hard and balls aching, desperate to be inside her.

But this is about her, about giving her a reason to forget how shitty her dad is. I couldn’t stand her cries when she found out, my inner beast calling out for revenge on anyone who made her that sad.

Her breaths become laboured, her body squirming as she reaches closer to the release she is craving.

“Come for us now. Come for your Saints,” I command her, then squeeze my palm until I can feel her pulse in my fingertips.

With a muffled cry that startles the birds from the trees, she climaxes, her body going rigid and nails digging into the sleeve of my hoodie. Lan groans, deep and low, but doesn’t stop, Forest sucking and nipping at her breasts until she’s slumping and whimpering in my arms.

I release her throat, promising myself that next time I have my hand around it I’ll be deep inside her sweet cunt. Forest pulls away next, with Lan the last one to lean back, his lips and chin glistening with her release. I catch Forest looking at her half-lidded expression, then he gives her a wink and leans over to drag Lan towards him.

Their lips collide, and I groan at the sight but it’s nothing compared to the noise she makes. We’ve shared women before, but never shown them the affection we have for each other, our true bond, for fear of judgement. She’s not like that though, and the way her thighs press together tells me that, like when Forest and I kissed when they were in the bath, this sort of thing turns her the fuck on.

She’s fucking perfect for us, and although we’ve not yet spoken about it, I’m pretty sure the others want to keep her just as much as I do.

“Shit, you taste like the sweetest nectar, sugar,” Forest purrs when he pulls away, his lips red and glistening a little now. “I can’t wait until we can all sample your honey.”

Distantly, we hear a bell go off, our free period at an end.

“Let’s get you cleaned up a little for your next class,” I tell her, and she huffs a laugh.

“I think my knickers are ruined.” She sighs, her voice husky and deep. I can’t help but press a kiss to her neck, wishing we could spend so much longer worshipping her. Guess I’ll have to wait until later.

“Give them to Lan as a keepsake,” I whisper, and she stills. I watch as she nibbles her lip in the sexiest fucking way, and then lifting her hips, she pulls her panties off and holds them out to Lan.

His nostrils flare, a slow smile forming on his lips as he reaches out to take them, then tucks them into his pocket before holding out his own hand and helping her up.

“Thank you, Duchess,” he purrs, placing a slow, lingering kiss on her lips. I love the way she sinks into him, her hands gripping the front of his black button-up shirt—you can take the boy out of the mafia but apparently, he can’t leave the mob fashion sense behind.

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“One Way or Another” by Until The Ribbon Breaks

ASPEN

The day drags a little after my time in the woods with the Saints. I catch glimpses of them, but they keep their distance which I’m grateful for and hate in equal measure. I know that we can’t be seen too much together, but I loathe the separation all the same. And I have no more shared classes with any of them today, which leaves me feeling lonely and vulnerable.

I also manage to avoid Aoife, which I feel terrible about but can’t say that I’m not a little bit relieved about too. I’m not sure where to start, or what to tell her. I mean, she knows that my parents are a little fucked up, but how can I tell her how bad they truly are?

I’m quiet and pensive when I get into the car at the end of the day, my anxiety about returning back to the house keeps me on edge as it always does.

“Good afternoon, Miss Aspen,” Bobby greets as we pull away. “Mrs. Buckingham asked me to remind you about your personal trainer appointment today as her and the Ambassador have been called away for the next couple of days.”

My eyes widen as my heart gives a little skip. “They’re away?”

“Yes, Miss,” he replies, and I catch the hint of a smile on his lips. “Until Sunday, I believe.”

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