Page 62 of Ravaged Saints

“You can do it?” I ask.

He nods. “Yeah. If they want to. It’s their choice.”

I nod back. “I’ll ask them tomorrow.” Leaning onto the couch, I let out a slow breath.

Fuck. How things have changed.

Aspen

Waking up, Knox isn’t here. I heard him getting up when the first sunlight came from the small window. I don’t think he was comfortable here; the bed is too small for a guy with Knox’s size.

Sitting up on the bed, I wince at the soreness between my legs. He did warn me, but even with the pain, I can’t keep the smile off my lips. The way he touched me, his feral groans, the way he fought for control… There was something new in his eyes, yearning maybe?

I shake my head, trying to push the thoughts away and head to the door. It’s probably locked, and I’ll have to wait for one of the guys to let me out.

But when I turn the knob, the door swings open.

I’m not locked in anymore?

Did Knox forget, or am I no longer under the house arrest he put me in?

Oh well, let’s just enjoy whatever this is.

I run out and get to the bathroom; entering, I freeze. Bryn is walking out of the shower—with Ethan right behind her.

My eyes widen, and I turn around and squeeze my eyes shut. “Sorry!” I blurt out too quickly.

Ethan laughs, “Don’t worry, honey. It’s not like you haven’t seen a dick recently.”

My face burns hotter as I hear the sound of Bryn slapping his skin.

“Ethan, don’t! Leave her alone!” She snaps.

“I was just joking, Aspen,” he says, amused as he brushes past me with a towel slung low around his waist.

Ethan is over six feet tall. He has a toned body similar to Ryker, but his skin is full of tattoos. He’s beautiful in a sharp, almost delicate way, but there’s something in his eyes that makes my stomach twist—not in a good way.

“I’m sorry, Aspen,” Bryn says, as she steps closer. “Ethan can be a jerk.”

I finally turn to face her, offering a small shrug. “It’s fine, Bryn, I get it; he’s the jokester of the group.”

My eyes involuntarily roam over her, and that’s when I notice the marks. Bruises mark her shoulders and legs, and redness blooms across her breasts.

“Bryn, is he hurting you?” I take a hesitant step toward her.

She gives me a soft smile. “No, he—” She stops, her eyes meeting mine for a long moment. “We like it rough.”

I stare into her eyes, searching for any sign of a lie, but there’s nothing.

I’ve seen the pictures in those magazines. Sadists like to inflict pain, primals crave the chase, and maybe Ethan isn’t exactly one of those, but he clearly enjoys marking her, and she, in turn, seems to enjoy being marked.

Still…

“And you?” Bryn’s voice breaks my thoughts, and she points to my neck.

Confused, I turn to the mirror above the sink. My breath catches at the sight of the faint mark encircling my neck.

Knox choked me last night, almost to the point of passing out, but never let it go that far.

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