Page 88 of Ravaged Saints

“Every gasp, every drop of blood… it all belongs to me now,” he murmurs as one of his thick fingers presses against my entrance and my breath catches in my throat, “Your pain is mine. Your pleasure is mine. Let me have it all, doll.”

Oh my God!

I nod, my eyes meeting his, and I see the knife hovering over my stomach as his finger thrusts inside me, and a shudder rolls through my body like a jolt of electricity.

The blade’s tip brushes my skin, and I feel the sharp slide as he drags it in with one swift motion, but I don’t feel pain. It’s something deeper and hotter that makes my head spin and my vision blur with pleasure.

He sets the knife beside me and rubs his fingers over the fresh cut, and my pulse races as I watch him lift them to his lips, smearing the blood across them before hovering over me and crashing his mouth to mine. The metallic taste mixes with his tongue, and I moan into the kiss, my legs falling open for him.

His hand moves lower, aligning his pierced hard cock with my wet entrance, and my heart beats faster. I dig my nails into his chest, and he smirks, making him look like the damn Devil himself, and I gasp as he presses the tip in. The piercings on his cock hit every inch inside my walls, one by one, igniting nerve endings I didn’t know existed.

He moves torturously slow, forcing me to feel every inch of his thick cock and feel myself stretching, the pain and pleasure making me moan, but he crashes his lips to mine and swallows them all.

Oh my fucking…

I open my eyes as he breaks the kiss and backs away, grabbing the knife again that rests next to us on the mattress, a drop of blood at its tip.

Dante lifts the corner of his lip in a half smile, his eyes dark as the night, and without a warning, I feel the cold steel pressing against my neck, just enough to feel like a small needle is piercing my skin. He doesn’t cut me, but the threat lingers in the air, and it heightens every sensation as his hips begin to move.

The combination of fear and pleasure sets my skin on fire; the friction of his piercing-covered cock is driving me insane. I claw at his chest, realizing I’m cutting his skin, but Dante just smiles and continues to thrust harder. The knife shifts slightly under his hand, and the tension coils tighter in my stomach. “You’re so fucking perfect, doll,” he growls, his voice rough, his thrusts deepening.

My body begins to unravel. The sensations are overwhelming, his hands, his cock, the taste of blood still lingering on my tongue— all of it consumes me. He owns me, my body and my mind, and just as I reach the edge, he makes a shallow cut near my collarbone, and the release crashes over me like a lightning storm.

“Dante!” I scream, my body convulsing as pleasure explodes through every nerve. My legs tremble, my back arches, and I lose control completely. My vision is a blur.

“Fuck, Aspen,” he groans, his tone strained as his release follows. I feel his entire body tensing, and he stops breathing as he thrusts deep one last time, his cock pulsing inside me, and I can still feel the warmth of his cum.

He tilts his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he catches his breath, his hands braced on either side of me. “You are so fucking intense, doll,” he mutters, looking down at me with a smirk that’s both proud and ravenous, and I take a deep breath, my eyes roaming over his body while he is still inside me, his abs contracting as he breathes, little drops of sweat on his chest where my nails left bruises.

Reaching for the knife, he sets it aside before leaning over to inspect the cut on my collarbone. “Let me clean that up.” He leans in, and his tongue trails over the wound, licking the blood that drips down to my chest, and he lets out a low, guttural groan that sends another shiver through me.

“Your blood tastes like sunlight,” he murmurs against my skin, and I tilt my head, surrendering to him completely.

Aspen

Ihaven’t left the room, and Dante spent the night here but left early this morning. I heard the guys return shortly after. I’m so used to their whistles to communicate now that I can even identify which one of them does it.

I force myself to move; pulling the sheets down, I see the bloodstains smeared across them from last night. If any of the guys walk in and see this, I’m not explaining, but I’m sure they already know what Dante’s into.

They all seem to know each other too well, probably due to the years of working together and fighting together. At least that’s the idea I have from the little I’ve managed to get out of them. They don’t talk about the past, but, to be fair, neither do I.

Muffled sounds carry from outside the door; it’s Max and Ryker, and I freeze, leaning closer to the closed wooden door of my room to catch what they’re saying.

“Come on, man, are you still pissed?” Ryker’s tone is soft, and I can hear the hurt laced in it.

“You fucked Bryn!” Max snaps, loud enough to make me flinch. There’s a thud, like he punched something hard.

“And you fucked Aspen!” Ryker fires back, his words sharp.

“I didn’t fuck her; I made her come. I didn’t put my dick inside her!” Max shoots back, his tone sharp, but I cringe at the way he says it.

“What the hell is your problem? It wasn’t planned, okay? She just showed up naked!” Ryker tone cracks like he’s losing control.

My chest tightens. I knew something was going on between them. I’ve seen the way they look at each other—something more than lust.

“I don’t care if it wasn’t planned,” Max growls. “And when she said she wanted to fuck you with Ethan? You didn’t say no, Ryk, you nod. That’s the fucking problem!”

I hear their footsteps retreat, each thud of their boots growing fainter. A shaky breath escapes me, my back sinking against the door as tension coils in my chest,.

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