Page 52 of Ravaged Saints

He leans in, his mouth sucking onto my nipple, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak, licking away the heat Knox left behind.

Knox moves to the other, his tongue darting out, and he hums in approval. “Fuck, you taste heavenly.”

My body stiffens, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps, my vision swims, pleasure and pressure building to an unbearable peak. Then Knox’s hand presses against my throat, and for a moment, it feels like I might pass out—like I might shatter completely beneath them.

The world narrows to nothing but their hands, their mouths, the way they take me apart piece by piece. I’m burning up, caught between bliss and the intoxicating edge of losing control.

“Come for us my little slut.” He thrusts his two fingers in and out while his thumb circles on my clit, pressing on it at every turn. My back arches off the tree. I feel my thighs shaking, and I know that if Knox wasn’t pinning me down, I would be on the floor melting!

My eyes start to close. The pleasure is overwhelming.

Dante bites down on my nipple, making me gasp and open my eyes wide. “Don’t you fucking dare to look away. I want to see those pretty eyes when you fall apart for us,” he growls, rough with hunger.

A sharp pulse of electricity shoots straight between my legs, heat pooling and dripping as Knox keeps his thrusts powerful, controlled, and merciless.

“That’s it,” Knox coos, dark and taunting. “Take my fingers like the good fucking slut you are.”

His words make my breathing hitch, my back arching off the tree. God, I’m so close to coming; my body hurts and burns. I feel every inch of my skin forming little goosebumps as Dante sucks harder, Knox plunging harder, faster.

They are consuming me. They are everywhere. My senses are sensitive, and I can’t control any part of my body.

“That’s it; you are being such a good girl,” Dante whispers before sucking my nipple again, biting around it, and leaving small marks of his teeth on my soft skin.

I can’t take it anymore. I let out a scream as my body jumps from the tree, Knox forcing me to stay in my spot as my orgasm rips through me. I can’t stop the convulsing that Knox is driving out of me with his thick fingers.

Closing my eyes, I can still see spots of light dancing. I can’t breathe with how hard Knox is clawing on my neck; my pussy clenches and pulses around his finger, and I feel the orgasm lingering way past what I usually have.

I feel my body collapsing.

“Good girl,” Knox whispers in my ear as I feel a pair of hands pulling my sweater and bra down but can’t open my eyes, they are so heavy.

“Breathe, Aspen,” Dante whispers, but I can’t.

I feel my feet coming off the ground. Knox is picking me up. “I got you, pet.” His says softly, and I feel my body cuddling on his strong chest, a chuckle making his muscles move.

“You did good, doll.” Dante’s sounds farther away, and I let my brain shut down in Knox’s arms.

They are right; I am turning into a horny doll…

Knox

Sitting on the bed in my room, I stare at the blank wall, jaw clenched so tight it aches. My cock is throbbing, heavy and fucking miserable.

Playing with Aspen had seemed like a great idea at the time—watching her fall apart, teasing her until she was begging—but now? Now I’m the one suffering; blue balls don't even begin to cover it, and the cold shower did jack shit. Hell, I think it made it worse.

Max and Dante are outside, enjoying the cold night, and Ethan’s stalking the perimeter, hunting down whatever the fuck ate one of our chickens. Not that I give a damn about the chickens, but I want to cock-block him with Bryn.

But none of it matters. None of them matter.

Because she’s in my head.

Aspen.

My blood burns, my chest tightens, and fuck this—I want her. I need her. Not just her body; not just the way she fits in my hands. I need her to look at me the way she did earlier, lips parted, eyes glazed, lost in me. I need her scent, her taste, the way she trembles when she’s at my mercy.

And I need her now.

I get up, unable to wait anymore. I stride to her door and open it without even knocking, and she jumps on the bed, clasping a magazine in her hands.

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