Page 26 of Ravaged Saints

I inhale sharply, leaning back in my chair.

“What?” Dante straightens, his forearms resting on his knees, his gaze locked on me.

Max doesn’t sugarcoat it. “She said we were going to rape them until they bled.”

The room goes silent, heavier than it was in the woods. Dante’s jaw tightens, his knuckles whitening as he grips the edge of the couch.

“She didn’t say it like that,” Ryker adds quickly, his hand raking through his hair, “but that’s what she meant.”

“What the fuck?” Dante snaps, standing to pace the room. “You told her we’re not like that, right?”

“Of course we did!” Max spits with frustration “But she doesn’t believe it. You saw how she looked at us.”

The room falls into uneasy quiet again. We all thought Bryn had been through the worst, but it’s clear Aspen’s past wasn’t any kinder. Hell, it explains why she’s so desperate to leave, even if it means going out there alone.

I take another sip of my drink, the liquid burning its way down but doing nothing to dull the tension coiled in my chest.

“For now, Aspen stays in her room,” I say. “Dante, you’ll be in charge of bringing her food and anything else she needs, bathroom trips included. I want someone there every fucking time.”

The guys exchange uneasy looks, but I don’t care.

“She ran once,” I continue. “And she’ll do it again if we give her a chance. I could see it in her eyes: the defiance and the hate. She’ll bolt at the first chance she gets.”

The room falls silent again; it’s like a fucking storm brewing. I grip my glass tighter, the amber liquid swirling as I lean forward.

“She doesn’t trust us,” I murmur, more to myself than anyone else. “And until she does, we don’t let her out of our sight.”

The guys nod, “And Bryn?” Ethan asks.

“She won’t try to leave. If she wanted to leave, she would’ve gone with Aspen.” I say, rising from the couch, “But keep an eye on her too.” I glance at Max, and he nods.

I head to my room, entering and closing the door. I feel the edge creeping on me, my cock still hard as fuck. I take my shirt off and lie in bed, closing my eyes, trying to calm my racing mind, but all I see is Aspen, her breasts moving up and down under me.

Fuck!

I slide my hand down, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling my zipper down. My breath increases as I pull my hard cock out, pre-cum already dripping. I stroke the base and bite my lip, trying to keep the sound down.

Her legs opened to me as Dante caressed her leg, her blushed cheeks, that defiance mixed with fear. I stroke my cock faster, gripping it harder. Fuck, the image of her lips sucking my cock, on her knees, tears falling from her beautiful eyes.

I tilt my head back, her under me, my body pressing her to the dirt. The way her eyes dilated when she felt my hard cock.

I move my hand fast, gripping it tighter, my balls tightening as I feel a shiver of heat coming down my spine.

The things I would do to that cunt of hers, the image of fucking her with Dante… the ways we would make her scream in pleasure.

Fuck!

The heat shoots straight to my cock, my muscles tightening like I’m running a marathon.

Her lips, those beautiful, perfect small lips licking my cock, the thought is enough to push me over the edge, and my cum spills all over my hand and stomach. I’m panting, my head snaps back, and I milk every drop for her, just for her!

I lean my head to the headboard, trying to catch my breath as my eyes open, and I swear I see fucking stars.

This woman is pure sin without even trying, and it will be hell not to touch her.

I close my eyes, taking a moment to collect myself. It’s been ages since I’ve felt like this and come this hard.

I smirk to myself. Aspen will be mine, ours. She just doesn’t know it yet.

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