Page 81 of Ravaged Saints

“Still think you’ve got me, Grit?” He growls, his voice low and mocking.

“Maybe next time,” I reply with a smirk, knowing full well he has won this round.

Knox releases me and stands, offering a hand to pull me up, and I take it, brushing the dirt from my jeans as we both glance back at Aspen.

She’s still watching, her cheeks flushed and her lips pressed together as if trying to hold back a smile. Her gaze flicks between us, and when our eyes meet, she quickly looks away, standing and heading inside.

Knox chuckles, the sound deep. “Think she enjoyed the show?”

“More than she will ever admit,” I say, a grin tugging at my lips as we follow her back to the base. My eyes roam the living room, but I only see Bryn and Ethan on the couch and Ryker and Max at the pool table. Ryker looks calmer; good, let’s hope it lasts.

We both head downstairs, and Knox enters the showers before me. Looking through the door, I see Aspen about to pass by, and I can’t help but grin. Let’s see how horny our little doll got after seeing us spar.

As she passes by the door, I pull her in, and she yelps. I cover her mouth with my hand, “Easy there, doll.” I murmur in her ear.

“Jesus, Dante, you scared me.” She snaps, and I chuckle.

“Take a shower with me, doll,” I ask her, my eyes on her as her eyebrow shoots up.

“I—” Her voice shakes, her pupils dilate, but her body is on the defense.

“I won’t fuck you, Aspen; it’s just a shower,” I reassure her. “I just need to see your beautiful body.”

Her round cheeks blush, and her eyes shine with a smirk. She nods and walks to the shower, and I lock the door behind her.

She starts by taking her shirt off, the bruise on her ribs more visible, and I take a mental note not to grab her there. While pulling her pants down, she looks at me, her eyes on my boxers. There is a mischievous curiosity in her eyes, and then it hits me.

“Max told you about my cock, didn’t he?” I ask, the realization hitting me like thunder, knowing Max. I know he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

She bites her bottom lip, and my breath hitches. Damn her. My hands clench at my sides, struggling to keep from bending her over the bench in the shower and fucking her.

Aspen slides her panties down and then unhooks her bra, crossing her arms over her chest to hide her nipples. My gaze never leaves hers, but I step out of my boxers, and her eyes trail lower—slowly, a sinful look in her eyes.

When her gaze lands on my cock, she freezes, her lips parting in shock, her eyes going wide.

“Oh my God!” She whimpers.

I can’t hold back the laughter that bursts from me. Her face is priceless.

“How many do you have?” She asks, her tone almost panicked.

It takes a moment for me to stop laughing, the sheer horror on her face making it nearly impossible. “Nine,” I answer finally, still grinning. “It’s called a Jacob’s ladder, like Knox and a crown piercing.”

Her eyes are glued to my cock, and I feel myself harden under her gaze. I try to keep control, but at this point, all the blood in my body has headed south, and there’s no way I can bring it back up.

“Get in the shower, doll,” I say with a lower growl. There’s something in her eyes—hesitation maybe—and she stands frozen, her gaze narrowing as her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip.

I tilt my head, trying to read her, trying to figure out what’s going on in that beautiful mind of hers, but before I can make sense of it, she takes a step away from the shower.

I nod slowly. “Aspen, if you don’t want to shower with me—”

“Make me,” she blurts out.

I almost lose my fucking breath. Did she just saymake me?

“Oh, doll,” I groan, my voice thick with something primal as I stride toward her. She moves back quickly, dodging my grasp, and I let her. If she wants to play, I’ll oblige.

Her body twirls to the other side of the bathroom, and I turn to follow her. I reach for her arm, but she ducks and goes around the bench that sits in the middle. I smirk.

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