Page 38 of Ravaged Saints

I take a deep breath and head straight to the door. Knocking loudly, I yell, “Can someone open this door?” I repeat it three times before I hear footsteps approach, and the lock clicks. I step back as the door opens, revealing Dante standing there with a devilish smile.

“Yes, doll?”

“I need to shower,” I say too quickly, and his delicious, devilish smile widens—Oh Aspen, stop!

Dante nods. “And then I want to talk to Knox,” I add firmly.

“Of course.” He steps aside, motioning toward the bathroom, and I walk past him, feeling his eyes on me. He leans against the wall outside, arms crossed over his broad chest. Dante is built like a damn bull—wider than Knox but not quite as tall. His messy dark hair gives him a chaotic look, though he’s anything but chaotic.

Walking in, I enter the shower part, leaving my clothes outside on the bench near Dante. I turn on the tap, letting the cold water hit my skin like ice. It’s cold as ice, but I don’t mind. I need it to calm the fire under my skin. When the water warms, I let out a soft moan. It feels so good. I’ve been on edge all day because of those magazines, and those kisses with Max and Dante haven’t helped.

I know Dante is right outside, and for a second, I close my eyes. My hand drifts down, brushing against my clit. I’m so sensitive it sends a jolt through me, but I shake my head, pulling my hand away. I can’t do this, not with him standing just outside the door.

Frustrated, I finish washing up and grab the towel. Wrapping it around me, I call out, “I need to get dressed. Can you turn around?”

I hear a low chuckle. “Of course, Aspen.” I hear some movement. “You can come out.”

The showers are huge. They can fit all of us at the same time, but it’s impossible to dress in here since the water hits everything.

Peeking through the door, I see him standing with his back to me, muscles flexing beneath his shirt. My eyes trail lower, and—God—he has such a nice ass that I would love to bite.Oh my fucking God! Aspen, stop!

I wonder if he has that sharp V-line on his hips like Ryker does.

I shake my head; I can’t stop!

“Is everything all right?” Dante asks, and I almost trip, startled that he might’ve caught me staring.

“Yes! Just getting dressed, don’t turn yet,” I say, rushing to pull on my shirt and jeans.

He doesn’t turn, doesn’t say a word about what happened earlier, and I don’t know how I feel about that.

“I’m done,” I say, trying to keep my voice from wavering.

He turns, his hazel eyes locking on mine before flicking down to my lips.Goddamn.

I take a shaky breath, and he notices. The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk as he gestures toward the stairs. “Let’s see Knox.”

Walking ahead of him, I feel my skin burn, knowing full well he’s staring at me—probably at my ass, I hope.

Wait, why do I hope? I close my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. I’m ovulating; I have to be!

When we reach the living room, Knox is sitting with Ryker and Max, but Bryn and Ethan are nowhere to be seen, though from the moans earlier, I can guess what they’re doing.

I get it, girl, I get it!

For the first time since we arrived, I understand Bryn.

“Hey, Reaper!” Dante calls out.

I hate that nickname, but it suits him like a glove.

Knox looks up from some papers, his eyes narrowing slightly before widening when they land on me.

“What?” His words slice through the air, sharp and unforgiving. My heart stutters, and whatever courage I had drains away as my feet move instinctively, turning me toward my room.

“Easy, doll,” Dante murmurs, his hand resting on my hip. “He barks but doesn’t bite.” He pauses, smirking. “Much.”

I take a deep breath and turn back around. Knox is standing now, his presence filling the room. The open space feels smaller with him in it, and everyone’s eyes are on me.

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