Page 104 of Ravaged Saints

Her worried gaze searches mine.

“Aspen, we need to tell Knox.” The second the words leave my mouth, she jolts, gripping my arm. Her hands are ice cold, her eyes pleading.

“Not yet,” she whispers. “What if it’s nothing bad? Knox is already worried, and… I don’t want to make things worse.”

She’s begging, and fuck, I hate the way it gets to me.

“So what do you want me to do?”

Because I have no goddamn clue what I’m supposed to do with this.

“Help me find out what’s going on. What they’re planning, and once we have proof, we tell the rest of the guys.”

I search her face. These guys are my brothers; I can’t keep this from them. I’ll give her twenty-four hours, and then I’m going to Knox.

“Fine,” I say. “But the second we find one piece of evidence, we tell Knox.”

I’m not jeopardizing everything we have here over Ethan or Bryn, and I know damn well Aspen isn’t hiding this for Ethan. She’s protecting Bryn. She knows Knox already has her on his shitlist, and she’s doing everything she can to keep it from getting worse.

“I promise.” She smiles, taking a step forward to leave, but I grab her arm, yanking her back, and she gasps as her back meets the wall, my hand catching the back of her head before it can hit the hard surface.

“Ryker.” Her breath hitches, hands snapping to my chest, fingers digging in, and my muscles flex beneath her cold touch, instinct kicking in.

I don’t say a word. I just lean in, closing the space between us. My grip behind her head forces her to look up, her lips parting, her gaze roaming between mine and her breath intermingling with mine, and I fucking snap.

I crush my mouth to hers, hard, and she softens instantly, her lips giving way, letting me take what I want. My tongue claims her, devouring her.

Her whimpers shoot straight to my cock, and I swallow them down, not letting her escape. With my other hand, I grip her hips, yanking her closer until there is no more space between our bodies.

Fuck, she tastes so good, but I won’t fuck her, not without talking to Max first. I’m not making that same mistake again, but I will make this kiss last.

Tilting her head, I deepen it, dragging my fingers through her hair, and she moans into my mouth, her arms winding around my neck, her leg hitching over my hip, and I grab it, grinding against her, feeling the heat of her pussy through the layers of our clothes. Fuck, if I keep this up, I’m gonna fucking unload on my jeans!

“Jesus Christ, Aspen,” I groan, biting her lip, sucking it between my teeth.

“We can’t, Ryker,” she gasps, but her hips tell another story, rolling against me, seeking the friction.

“I know,” I rasp, but I don’t stop.

She moans louder, body tensing, breath hitching, and I know that sound.

She’s close, so I press my thigh between her legs, grinding it against her, forcing her hips to move faster, and her breath stutters, hands fisting my shirt. I slide one hand up, palming her breast, my thumb rolling over her hardened nipple through the fabric.

“Eyes on me, Aspen,” I order, voice rough.

She does, like the beautiful submissive I already knew she was, her pupils blown wide, lips swollen, cheeks flushed.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I breathe.

Her body jerks, her head snapping back, her lips parting to let out a moan, but I slam my mouth over hers, swallowing every desperate sound. No one else gets to hear this. This is just for me.

“Ryker!” She comes hard, her body trembling, thighs squeezing around me, but I don’t stop, dragging her orgasm out, keeping my thigh pressed tight against her core until she’s sagging against my chest, panting, her hands slip from my shoulders, body boneless.

“Jesus Christ, Ryker, what the hell?” She chuckles, face buried in my shirt.

I smirk, tightening my hold. “Nothing sweeter than my name falling from your lips when you came.”

Bryn makes me want to ruin her and wreck her completely, but Aspen? She makes me feel something else, something different…

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