Page 31 of Ravaged Saints

His hands move softly on my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. He makes a bandage and looks up at me, his hands resting on my hips right under my tattoo.

“Will take another look at it before bed,” his voice is laced with something; his pupils dilated.

He gets up, and I move out of his way as he and Ryker head to the door. “I will bring you something to drink and eat.”

The door locks, and I release a sigh. My hands are shaking, and I feel my panties wet.

I look at the closet. My curiosity is pulling me back to those magazines. I need to learn more… I want to learn more!

Bryn

Dante and Ryker sit on the couch after playing pool, and I’m just sitting here, flipping through some boring romance book about a woman whose husband died in World War II. Now she’s grieving and dealing with her new neighbor. It’s dull, with no smut, no action. They kiss after God knows how many chapters, and I roll my eyes.

“Is she feeling better?” Max asks Dante, and I look up.

“She’s sick?!” I snap, slamming the book shut with more force than necessary.

Knox turns, his eyebrows narrowing.

“She’s not sick,” Dante sighs. “She has a cut from when Knox threw her to the ground, and it’s a little infected.”

Knox’s lips curl up for just a second, but I catch it. I’ve been watching him and Dante closely, and I know those eyes. The longing in them. They want her badly.

“Reaper,” Ryker laughs, and I keep my gaze on Knox. He has a nervous tell, cracking his neck, and he does it a lot when someone mentions Aspen.

Dante, on the other hand, clenches his hands, and Max rubs the back of his neck. I know all their tells by now.

I’m nothing like Aspen; that’s the truth. I could never survive in the wilderness like she did, and if it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have, but when it comes to men, to this right here, I know what to do.

I know Knox and Dante don’t want me the way they want Aspen. It’s a shame because Dante is my type, but for now, I just want to stay here. So, all I need is to push Aspen toward them, and from the way she acted when they were all sitting on the couch the night she tried to run, the way Dante opened her legs to Knox and her breathing hitched, she was horny. No doubt about that.

Ethan, on the other hand, is all over me every chance he gets. We’ve only kissed once, but I can tell he wants more, and to be honest, I don’t mind. He’s hot as hell. That messy blond hair and tattoos on his arms and neck give him a bad-boy edge, and the way he devoured me with that kiss? God!

Aspen thinks these guys will own my body; she can’t wrap her head around the fact that I want them to. She assumes I owned the call girl business because I had no choice, but the truth? I opened it because I wanted to. I craved the way men worshipped me, the way they thought they dominated my body and mind, but in reality, I was in control.

My family was rich, and I was supposed to follow in my mother’s footsteps and work at her clinic, but I hated it. So, I took my trust fund, got an apartment near a military town, and opened my online business. First, it was just me, and I had enough clients to keep me occupied, but I needed more, so I started going to the local nightclubs and found a wonderful group of girls. Each of them was different, not only physically but mentally too. I opened a nightclub where my girls were safe to have a drink and meet with future clients. It was a success!

And let’s be real: looking at these five men, tall, tattooed, toned, and dominant, I could do worse. Ihavedone worse. Those hunters in the forest before Aspen saved me? I still feel their hands on me, their rancid smell clinging to my skin.

“Do you need anything, Bryn?”

Ethan says always sweet and calm when he talks to me, his soft blue eyes radiating warmth, and I find him attractive but, most importantly, useful.

“No, thanks, Ethan.” I smile softly; his hand comes up, and he brushes a piece of loose hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. His eyes move to my lips, and I can only think about kissing him again.

I bite my lip. I need him to make me come. I’ve been on edge all day; the situation with Aspen has kept me up all night. I worry about her; I like her a lot. When she said she was leaving, a part of me was gone, so I went up to the living room crying on purpose. I wanted them to ask for her as soon as she left so they had a better chance of catching her.

I knew damn well Knox would not let her go, not only for security reasons but because he wants her. That primal gleam in his eyes doesn’t lie.

“I need to use the bathroom.” I stand up, and Ethan offers to take me. Knox glances up but thankfully doesn’t stop him.

“Behave,” Max murmurs as we head downstairs.

I enter the bathroom, and as I’m about to close the door, Ethan pushes in. His eyes are fire, and my body shivers.

“Fuck Bryn, I need to taste you.” He whispers as he pushes me against the wall. He kisses my neck softly, biting my earlobe, and I release a soft moan. “Shh, Aspen’s room is right next to us. Keep it down, baby girl.”

His hand rubs down my ribs as he continues to kiss and bite my neck, my heart beating in my ears. I wrap my hands around his neck. “Ethan,” I whisper.

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