Page 51 of Ravaged Saints

“I found these magazines,” I say, my eyes darting between them.

“Magazines?” Dante repeats, frowning.

“Yes, some old BDSM magazines, twelve of them.” I try to roll my head, but Knox tightens his grip.

“So that’s why you were so flushed every time we got in the room. You were reading porn,” Dante let out a laugh.

“It’s not porn!” I protest, my hand darting to Knox’s wrist, and I claw at him, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“Did you touch yourself because of them?” Knox smirks, his hand moving again to my zipper, pulling it down completely.

“No,” I whisper as my breathing increases.

“So that’s why you’re so horny now? You’re into what you’ve read, aren’t you, pet?”

Knox says with amusement and I want to roll my eyes but the moment his fingers brush over my panties, my body betrays me. My grip tightens on his arm, and a smirk plays on his lips as his thick fingers trail lower, moving in slow, deliberate strokes over the fabric. My breathing stutters, and my hands are ice-cold, a stark contrast to the heat between my thighs.

He presses his thumb against my clit.

A soft, helpless whimper escapes me, my lashes flutter shut, drowning in the sharp spike of pleasure.

“Eyes on me, pet.”

His command is firm, sinking deep into my bones, and I force my eyes open, but they feel heavy, weighed down with desire. His smirk deepens as he watches me struggle. His thumb circles again, pressing with just enough to send my hips bucking against him. He leans in, his breath warm on my lips, teasing me without ever making contact.

I tremble.

His fingers hook into the thin fabric of my panties, pushing them aside. The barest graze of his skin against mine has me gasping, anticipation stealing the air from my lungs.

Then, finally, he touches me.

His fingers stroke my clit, a slow, torturous motion that sends shivers racing down my spine; my head feels too heavy to hold up. My body pulses with need, and his hand dips lower, fingers teasing at my entrance, and my stomach tightens in anticipation.

Oh my God, this is really happening.

And then—without warning—he thrusts a finger inside me, rough. My body stretches to accommodate him, burning and aching in the best way.

“Knox!” My body stiffens at the intrusion.

“Look at you, taking my fingers like you were made for this.” He growls, his finger thrusting in and out.

Dante’s hand reaches between us, and he grabs my shirt, pulling it up over my breasts.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, doll,” Dante says as Knox’s eyes travel to my exposed bra.

“Pull her bra off, Grit.” Knox orders, and Dante moves his hand under my bra, pulling it over my breasts, and I feel the cold air brushing against my hard nipples.

Knox leans back, giving Dante space to lean into me, putting one of my peaks in his mouth, and sucking on it. My body shivers; my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Oh God.” I whimper. They feel so good.

Knox inserts another finger inside me.

“You are clenching on my fingers like a fucking vice grip.” He moves his fingers faster before taking them out, and I sag on his body, my breathing so rapid my eyes can’t focus. I feel my pussy burning; my skin is on fire.

Knox brings his fingers up, smearing my arousal over my nipples before lowering his hand again and plunging them back inside me—deep and endless. My hips jerk, my body strung so tight I can barely breathe.

“Fuck, Reaper.” Dante’s groans with a smirk, his gaze locked on my breasts before flicking up to meet mine. His eyes darken. “This is ours now, doll, every fucking inch of you.”

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