Page 46 of Tainted Saints

“We won’t leave you,mi tesoro,” Blaine adds, another hand cupping the side of my neck, a thumb massaging my tight jaw.

“They don’t j–just starve me,” I confess in a hushed, choked voice, as if the words are being dragged from me. I feel them all go still, waiting. Tears fill my eyes as the truth comes spilling from my lips. “They lock me in a dark room, no light, no windows, and only bottled water.” The tears spill down my cheeks, burning a path of anguish over my skin. “When I was little, it was only a day or two, but it’s getting longer with every year that passes.”

“How long after you got out of jail?” Blaine asks, his own voice low and tight.

I swallow, my arms coming up to wrap around myself only to find Lan’s already there. He pulls me closer. “Seven days.”

“Fuck!” Forest hisses under his breath.

“I was so weak Bobby had to carry me upstairs. They put me on a drip after, but I was asleep for the two days before school started,” I tell them, unable to stop now that it’s finally come out. There’s a relief in telling someone your darkest secrets, and my breathing returns to normal, leaving me feeling drained but like a weight has been lifted.

“We will get you out of here, Aspen. I fucking swear to you,” Lan grits out, pulling me closer when he feels me sag in his arms a little. I’m shaking my head before he’s even finished.

“You can’t, Lan. He will find me, and hurt you to get to me,” I tell them, hopelessness leaving me exhausted. “Maybe when I’m eighteen, but even then, he has too much power. I’d have to disappear, always looking over my shoulder.”

“Or we make him disappear,” Forest says darkly, and although my stomach lurches, it’s not with horror at what he’s proposing. It’s with fear of what would happen to them if they followed through.

“It’s too dangerous,” I whisper, as if the Ambassador can hear us. Hell, for all I know he may have the house bugged and knows exactly what we’re doing.

“We’re dangerous too,mi princesa,” Blaine murmurs softly, his thumb caressing my face and sending shivers down my spine.

Before I can speak again, Lan interrupts. “Let’s focus on the next dog fight. We can discuss everything else later.” His voice is commanding, but his grip on me doesn’t loosen, even as the others step away and turn on small torches, sending beams of light across the room.

“Aren’t you going to help them?” I ask quietly, snuggling back into him regardless of my words.

“They know what they’re doing,” he says, his lips brushing my ear as the sounds of rustling papers and drawers being opened fills the space. “And I think you need a reminder that your father is not the only powerful man you know.”

“Lan,” I breathe out as he brushes a soft kiss on my neck, his arms loosening so that one of his hands glides down the front of my borrowed hoodie, pulling it up until my lace-clad pussy is exposed.

“You will be quiet as I finger fuck your cunt in his office,” Lan commands, a full-body shiver making my nipples peak. “And you will come when I tell you to. Understood, Duchess?”

I have to lick my dry lips before I can reply, my words just above a breath. “Yes, Landon.”

“Try again,” he growls in my ear, his fingers dipping below the waistband of my underwear then stopping just short of where I need him.

I wrack my brain, trying to think through the desperation that is setting my veins alight. “Yes…Sir?”

A deep rumble vibrates across my back and I know that I got it right. “Good fucking girl.”

A gasp falls from my lips when his fingers make contact with my clit, and then I remember his decree; to be quiet. I have to suck my lips between my teeth to stop the moan that wants to escape.

“Does that feel good, Duchess?” he asks in a low tone, swirling his finger around my slick clit, sending spirals of pleasure shooting through me. “You’re so wet for me already, I bet my cock would just slide inside you and you’d take it like my good little slut, wouldn’t you?”

Fuck. Me.

His dirty talk, the way he calls me his slut? I did not know that was a kink for me but I can’t help the way my head nods in agreement, my hips moving as I try to seek more friction.

“Nothing here yet, Lan,” Forest whispers in the dark room, and I’m not sure if he knows what’s going on between Lan and I, but hearing his voice, knowing that he’s in the room has heat thrumming through me, sending me higher.

“Keep looking,” Lan orders, dipping his fingers lower and thrusting two deep inside me. “That’s it, baby. Take them like a dirty little whore.”

My breath stutters in my chest, my nails digging into the arm that’s wrapped around me like a vice. The sound of his fingers pumping in and out of my soaked pussy is all I can hear, and each thrust is driving me higher, pushing me closer to the edge that Lan is determined to throw me over.

“Now, you’re going to come for your master, aren’t you, little doll?” he rasps in my ear, his hard length pushing against my lower back and driving me wild. I want him inside me. I need him inside me, but I also can no longer hold back my climax, not when he’s ordering me to come.

A small sound falls past my closed lips as my walls clamp around his fingers and an orgasm rips through me, leaving my knees weak and unable to stop the groan from slipping past my lips.

“I see you’ve been having some fun without us, Daddy,” Forest’s teasing voice infiltrates my post-orgasm haze, and I blink my eyes open to find his shadow standing in front of me.

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