Page 70 of Ravaged Saints

“No, of course not, Ethan.” I shake my head, quick to deny it. I’m not stupid—I’ve been around men like him my whole life. Jealous, insecure, and while he doesn’t seem the violent type, I’m not about to risk pushing him.

The first couple of weeks, Ethan was almost submissive to me, but he kept changing, becoming more possessive, more dominant, and more dangerous.

He stands from the bed, his muscles tight, his gaze dropping to the marks on my hips. Ryker’s fingerprints are already darkening into bruises.

“Did you like that?” He gestures at them, his tone clipped.

“Ethan,” I whisper, keeping my voice as calm as I can. His face carries a snarl that makes me shiver with something close to fear. “You’re the one who told me to make a move on him, to let him fuck me.”

“I know.” His tone sharpens, his eyes scanning my body. “I just didn’t think you’d enjoy it so much. I heard your moans, Bryn. Your screams.”

He steps closer, and my heart races, but I stay rooted. Men like Ethan are wolves, and if you show fear, they’ll pounce.

“I faked it, Ethan,” I lie smoothly, rolling my eyes for dramatic effect. “He was on edge. I helped him release it, and, like you said, Max saw it.”

I still don’t understand why Ethan wanted this to happen. Ryker and Max have been nothing but nice to me since I arrived, but things shifted after they showed up this afternoon. Ethan pulled me into this room, asking if I’d ever thought about fucking any of the guys. I’d said yes, but I didn’t mean Ryker. I was more into Dante; there’s something raw about him and Knox.

But Knox has been distant ever since I stopped him from going after Aspen. He’s the leader of their pack, and I know better than to get on his bad side even more.

Ethan grabs me and pulls me hard against him. “Are you dripping with his cum?” he whispers into my ear, and his teeth sink into my neck so hard I can feel the sting of the skin cutting.

“Ethan, please,” I whimper, but his hand slides down between my legs. His fingers find my clit, and he thrusts one inside me without warning with such rough force that a sharp yelp escapes me. The sting of pain shoots up my spine as my walls tighten involuntarily around him.

“You’re wet,” he mutters, his free hand grabbing my chin and forcing me to meet his gaze, and I see it in his eyes. He isn’t pleased.

“For you, baby. You know that,” I purr, the words coming easily, though my pulse thunders in my ears.

“Right.” His tone is cold and flat as he pulls his finger out with the same force, and I close my legs. He turns and wipes it on the sheet. “Good girl.”

I study him carefully, my breath catching. There’s something darker in his eyes tonight; a shadow I haven’t seen before. Why is he acting like this?

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” I ask, softening my tone to coax him.

“In time, Blondie. When I know I can trust you.” He smirks.

“Now, go take another shower,” he tone lighter but laced with an edge. “You’ve still got Ryker’s cum in your pussy, and I can’t fuck you like that.”

He laughs, but I can tell he means every word.

I nod silently, grabbing my clothes and wrapping the towel around me as I head back to the showers.

When I step inside, Aspen’s already there, the water cascading over her curvy frame, and I take a deep breath, moving to the shower beside her. I haven’t been the best friend lately. Ethan requires my full attention, and I think he doesn’t enjoy seeing me with Aspen. We see each other during meals, and that’s it. I miss her…

“I’m sorry we haven’t had time to talk—” I start, but she cuts me off with a chuckle.

“Oh, Bryn, please.” Her tone is light, and her smile is the most relaxed I’ve seen her have. “Girl, we’re just learning how to navigate all of this, but we’re happy…”

Her words surprise me, but I smile back. “I am,” I say softly. “Are you?”

Aspen’s come a long way. When we first arrived, she was terrified of intimacy, but since she got locked in her room, something’s shifted in her. She is more open to all of this.

“I’ve learned something,” she says while rinsing the shampoo from her dark hair. “While I was locked in that room, I thought about what you said.” She shrugs. “I never really had a sex life. I was a virgin until Cash, and he was my only experience. But now? Now I know how good sex can be and how entertaining it is.”

Her words are light, amused. No judgment. That’s Aspen. She's always so honest, but never condescending.

“Can I ask you something?” Aspen says, turning off the faucet and reaching for a towel.

“Of course. You can always ask me or tell me anything, Aspen,” I say, rinsing the last of the soap from my body.

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