Page 50 of Ravaged Saints

“Why did you change?” His tone cuts through the moment.

“Change?” I echo, keeping my focus on the plants, my pulse quickening.

“You hated our guts, and now you’re letting Dante lick your cunt, and you are drunkenly grinning at me like you’ve forgotten everything,” Knox says, his eyes narrowing, his presence suffocating even from across the clearing.

I shrug, trying to appear casual, but my face is burning. “Well, it’s not like I can run away, right? Might as well have some fun… like Bryn.” The words taste bitter; it’s half-true, but I push them out anyway.

Knox’s scoff is low and dangerous. “Liar.”

Before I can process his movement, he’s on me. His hand grips my arm, pulling me up and slamming me back against the rough tree. My breath hitches as his face hovers inches from mine, his icy blue eyes like a wolf eyeing his prey.

“Let’s try that again,” he growls.

My body trembles under his hold, heat crawling up my neck.

“Why the sudden change?” He presses.

Dante moves beside us, his demeanor far more relaxed but his presence no less commanding. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from my face, his fingers grazing my skin.

“You went from untouchable to a horny little doll,” Dante murmurs, his tone teasing but laced with curiosity, and I swallow hard.

Knox’s knee shifts, pressing firmly between my thighs, pinning me completely. His hand moves from my waist to my neck; his fingers find the pulse points on either side, applying just enough pressure to make my head spin.

“I—” My voice falters, weak from the heat building in me and the subtle lack of air from his grip on my neck.

“Don’t lie, pet.” Knox’s tone is dark and deep, with a hint of fury, and his knee presses up again, and a soft, involuntary moan escapes my lips.

“You like that, don’t you?” He whispers, his lips ghosting over my ear. “Feeling my knee pressing against your pussy?”

I bite my lip, shame and desire fighting for control within me.

“Yes,” I whisper, the word barely audible.

Knox smirks like a predator, and his hand tightens slightly on my neck, while his other slides down between my breasts. My breath catches as his fingers unbutton my pants.

“Tell me to stop.” He orders, and my eyes meet his. Pupils are dilated, his chest tensing, but I say nothing. He looks feral right now, and I clench my legs on him.

I close my eyes, my body starting to tremble. I want him to touch me, to make me come. His tattooed fingers push my jeans down, and I feel him moving over the fabric of my panties. My breath catches, and the things I’ve been reading all rush to my brain.

The name he keep calling me echoes in my mind.

“I’m not your sub.” I let out, and he stops his hands from reaching the spot I want him to, and I curse myself for opening my damn mouth.

“What do you know about that?” His face frowns, and Dante lets out a chuckle.

I shrug. “College, I had friends—” I lie.

“Bullshit, Aspen.” Knox turns his face to Dante. “Did you tell her about this stuff?”

Dante raises his hands. “Not me.”

“Aspen.” He growls my name, his body pressing more into mine, his hands gripping tighter on my neck. I can see Knox doesn’t believe it, and I see him getting more pissed off, so I decide it’s best to come clean.

“Fine,” I let out, moving my body to try and get released from Knox’s hold. He loosens the grip around my neck just a bit, and I breathe in.

Great, now I have to tell them… Stupid Aspen!

“Talk Aspen.” Knox’s voice drops an octave, and I don’t know if I want to fuck him or punch him.

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