Page 29 of Ravaged Saints

He jumps off me, making me gasp, and I sit up; Dante places the tray over my knees. “Eat,” he growls; his eyes move from mine to my breasts, and that’s when I realize my nipples are hard and piercing through the fabric of my shirt like two arrows.

I cross my arms, feeling the blush creeping up my neck.

“Leave!” I scream, and Dante smirks, looking at Knox, whose eyes are also on my breasts now covered by my arms. “I’ll eat if you two leave.” I bargain.

“Sure.” Knox turns and exits first. Dante follows behind but not before glancing over his shoulder as I take a spoonful of vegetables to my mouth.

“Good girl.” He growls, and it catches me off guard, making me cough the food out.

I can hear them laughing as the door closes.

After eating everything slowly, I can feel my stomach rumble. I take a deep breath and decide to pace around the room to help the food settle in. It's been days since I’ve eaten, so I’m afraid I might throw up.

There isn’t much I can do here, but maybe I can read one of these books. The shelf goes from floor to ceiling. It is half full, and most of the books are about cars; the others are about guns. Neither of them interests me, but it’s better than nothing.

I take two out and turn the pages; I will either leave this room as a gun expert or will be able to build a car with my own hands. As I keep removing the books and looking through the pages, I see a black plastic bag behind the books on the bottom shelf. I pull the bag out and start to unwrap whatever is saved inside.

I gasp as the magazines fall to the floor. It’s porn!

I pick them up and read the title of the top one.

What on earth?

There are over a dozen magazines in this bag. All seem to have the same theme, and they don’t look like the normal porn magazines I saw in my brother’s bedroom.

There are women tied with chains and a guy hanging from some device. There is a list of names, and one of them catches my attention.

Pet.

I sit on the floor, reading the title.

Pet, doll, dove… the list goes on.

I close the magazine and look at the title, written in black and silver gothic-style lettering.

D/s Den.

All the magazines have the same name, and none of them have pictures of naked women or even men on the cover.

Besides the title, this one has the hand of a woman, a black manicure, her wrists in handcuffs, and a male hand holding the cuff, pulling it up.

I pick another one, and it has the beautiful red, plump lips of a woman and a tattooed man’s finger pressing on her lower lip.

My heart races, and I feel the heat on my cheeks.

I see the numbers on them. They are out of order. There are twelve, so I search for the first one.

It says in the subtitle, I open it, and the first thing in bold black letters…

D - Dominant - a Dominant, or “Dom,” is one half of a consensual power exchange dynamic.

Oh… Okay, this isn’t the first time I’ve heard about this. It was never my thing, but to be honest, being a virgin when the plague started didn’t help the need to learn more about anything sexual.

I continue reading, my curiosity piquing…

I hear the heavy footsteps on the steel stairs. I pick the magazines up, stuff them back into the plastic bag, and place them behind the blankets in the little closet. Closing the door, I sit on the floor, picking up one of the books as the door opens and Dante walks in.

His eyebrows narrow; I can tell my face is red, and I’m breathing fast. “Are you okay?” he asks, and I just nod, a little too fast, but Dante doesn’t seem to notice.

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