Page 24 of Ravaged Saints

Max leans against a tree, smirking. “Go get her, Reaper.”

I don’t lunge—I stalk. Slow steps through the trees, drawing it out, savoring every second. The chase is just as delicious as the catch. She’s running on fumes, her breath ragged, each stride slower than the last.

She thinks she’s close to freedom. Poor little thing.

I stay just out of reach, letting her hear me. Letting her know I’m coming. I hear her sharp inhale, then she stumbles, her body is betraying her, exhaustion dragging her down. I close the distance in a heartbeat, boots crunching on leaves as I cut left. She veers right. Good girl. Keep fighting. Keep making me work for it.

Then I see it, her bad ankle gives. A sharp cry rips from her throat as she stumbles, her body lurching forward. That’s all I need.

I pounce.

My fingers tangle in her hair, yanking her back against my chest. A gasp, a little whimper, and I drink it in. My grip tightens as I twist us, her body slamming into the dirt, but my hand cushions her head before impact.

I press my weight over her, trapping her beneath me. She writhes, fights, but it’s useless. She’s caught.

“Did you really think I’d let you leave, pet?” I rasp, thick with possession.

She’s panting, her nails digging into the dirt beneath her.

She struggles, swinging at me, but I capture her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. A sharp kick from her legs almost hits me in the balls, so I shift, using my knee to nudge her thighs apart, settling between her legs, and my hard cock pressed against her. She freezes.

I don’t move. My eyes are locked on hers. Her beautiful round breasts rise and fall in uneven breaths, and her eyes darken. The brat is into this.

“I told you there was no escape, Aspen,” I whisper in her ear, her sweet scent shooting straight to my cock.

Her lips part, “Get off me!” She screams. There is fear in her eyes, but something else that I recognize too well.

I won’t fuck her if that’s what she’s afraid of, not like this; it’s not my style to force a woman, but I am pressing my cock into her to see her reaction. When Dante held her leg and parted them for me, she looked like she was enjoying it, and this now just proves it. Her eyes are dilated as fuck, and I can feel her nipples pressing under my chest. My muscles tighten, heat surging through me, but I release her wrists and pull myself back.

When I rise, I drag her to her feet with me as Ryker emerges from the shadows. “Nice catch, Reaper,” he chuckles, and Max storms toward us, his face a thundercloud of anger.

“That wasn’t very nice, Aspen,” Max snaps, stopping in front of her, caging her between us, but Aspen doesn’t flinch. She stands eye to eye with him, and I can see the lust in his eyes.

He presses his body against hers, and she stiffens between us. “I told all of you I didn’t want to come here!” She says sharply, her breathing ragged.

“Too bad.” Max’s eyes are on her, my hand gripping her hips, keeping her in place.

“This was the most fun I’ve had in years,” Ryker says, leaning casually against a tree, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His posture is relaxed, but his eyes gleam with a hint of mischief, clearly enjoying himself.

“You’re fucking ours, Aspen, whether you like it or not.” Max groans in her ear, and she tries to back away from him, her lower back pressing on my cock, her fucking scent burning through me, my heart pounding in my ears.

I lean to her ear, “You better stop grinding your ass on my cock, pet.”

She shivers.

“I hate you both.” She hisses.

I laugh, but it’s guttural, vibrating through my chest.

Max grabs her arm. “Let’s go, Aspen.” He pulls her, but she murmurs something under her breath, her eyes now locked on Ryker.

“Why would you do this? You know how dangerous it is out here!” Max snaps, his grip firm as she twists and thrashes to break free.

“And in the base? Five men?! No women for years!” she shouts, shoving him hard enough that he stumbles back. But she keeps going. “I know how this works! You’re all sweet and kind at first, but then one night you throw one of us into a bed and…” She stops, sucking in a ragged breath as her hands shake. “Until we’re bleeding.”

Her words hit like a bullet, freezing us all in place. Max lets go of her arm, his jaw tightening, and Ryker steps forward, his tone low and tense. “Bleeding?”

Aspen’s eyes squeeze shut as tears well up under her lashes, but she shakes her head quickly, brushing them away before they can fall.

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