Page 76 of Ravaged Saints

“This one is deactivated,” I tell her, handing her one of the smaller missiles. She takes it carefully, holding it with both hands as if it’s still armed. “It’s basically just the casing. Knox was working on it,” I explain.

Her lips remain slightly parted, her cheeks flushed with color.

“It looks like…” She giggles, and I laugh.

Such a dirty mind behind those doe eyes.

“Are you upset with Ryker?” Her question takes me off guard.

I nod, not knowing what to say.

“You should talk to him. He’s suffering.” She adds with a soft smile.

I’m not only pissed he fucked Bryn without telling me; it’s the nodding he did when she asked if he would do it with her and Ethan. That shit hurts.

Her hand brushes a string of hair from my face, pulling me back.

“Aspen,” I murmur, and her eyes snap to mine.

“Yes, Max?” She replies softly with a small smile on her lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

I don’t think I’ve ever asked for a kiss in my life. I’ve always just taken what I wanted, but after last night, I’d promised myself I wouldn’t push her and that I’d hold back, but now looking at her standing here in her leggings and oversized shirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, her cheeks rosy, and that spark of wonder in her eyes as she takes all of this in…

I want her.

She nods, and I step closer, towering over her and gently tilting her chin up with my thumb. I press my lips to hers, feeling how soft and warm they are, but then she parts them, and that’s all the invitation I need to deepen the kiss. My arm wraps around her waist, and I pull her against me, feeling the warmth of her skin on me.

Our bodies collide, and when she lets out a soft moan, I swallow it greedily, a low rumble escaping my chest as the need for her burns hotter.

I force myself to break the kiss, and my breath is heavy as I rest my forehead against hers. “I have to stop, sweetheart, or I won’t be able to control myself with you.”

“Who said you needed to control yourself?” She purrs, her fingers moving slowly over my chest, and I feel the goosebumps appear.

“You’re the one who said to take it slow,” I remind her, my voice getting low and gravelly with the desire I feel.

Her hands slide down to my belt, and she has a mischievous glint in her eyes. “And we are taking it slow,” she mocks me.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” I groan and let her unbuckle my belt.

“Can you teach me?” She whispers, her tone soft yet steady, and it takes me a second to realize what she’s asking.

“You’ve never sucked a cock, sweetheart?” I ask, my eyes widening in disbelief, where the hell did this girl come from?

“No,” she shakes her head, her eyes on mine, pupils dilated.

“How is that even possible?” We don’t know anything about her past, but now I need to know what I am getting myself into.

She inhales sharply, her hands resting lightly on my abs, her touch igniting a fire under my skin, and my muscles tense beneath her fingers. “I was nineteen when the plague started,” she begins, tilting her head with a small, almost amused smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Still a virgin.”

Her cheeks flush as the redness creeps up her neck. “After everything, my father found a place with other survivors, and we stayed there for years before he died. My brother died a year later, and I was still a virgin… so the leader took me as his.”

She falters, and her gaze drops to the floor.

“He raped you,” I grunt, feeling the rage pulling through my veins; my blood is boiling, making me see red. Ethan had told us, but hearing it from her sweet lips…

“Yes,” she murmurs. “He just… took what he wanted. So that’s all I know, besides what happened with you guys, of course.” Her lips curve into a small, hesitant smile, and my chest tightens.

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