Page 102 of Ravaged Saints

“It’s the next part of our plan. princess, to make a better life for all of us.” He grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles.

“I can’t wait,” I say, part of me genuinely excited about the changes he has planned, but beneath that excitement, something tugs at me, an alert, a warning. I know Ethan was never close to the others and they are with each other, but after nearly a decade together, why does he still feel the need to act like this?

“Ethan,” I whisper. There’s something that’s been gnawing at me, and I need to know the truth.

He turns to face me, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

“Why did you ask me to sleep with Ryker?”

His brows shoot up, surprise flashing across his face before amusement settles in, and a slow, mischievous smirk tugs at his lips.

“Well, babygirl, Ryker was pushing me, and he would have ruined everything we have planned for us.” His words sound kind, but there’s an edge to it, one I don’t know if I like.

“You wanted to get him in trouble with Max, didn’t you?” I press, my stomach twisting.

Ethan’s smirk deepens. “I was the one who told Max I thought I heard Ryker calling for him. I knew he’d be upset if he caught you and Ryker fucking. It got Ryker off my back while he scrambles to fix things with Max.” He shrugs as if toying with someone’s emotions— and my body—wasn’t even worth a second thought.

My chest tightens. “But don’t worry,” he continues, completely unfazed. “Max and Ryker can’t live without each other. They’ll make up in no time.”

“And me?” I ask, forcing myself to stay steady.

His head tilts slightly. “You?”

I swallow hard. “You didn’t mind basically selling my body just to keep your plan hidden?” I don’t want to sound as hurt as I feel, but the crack in my voice betrays me.

Ethan sighs, exasperated. “Come on, Bryn, you worked as a call girl. This can’t be the hardest thing you’ve done.” His demeanor is too casual, too dismissive, and it stings. “And from what I heard, you enjoyed it. You came hard on him.”

Heat rushes to my face, not from embarrassment but from the memories of the way he made me feel.

He steps closer, whispering. “Listen, we all have to make sacrifices, and I knew you’d have fun with Ryker, but I promise I won’t do anything like that again, okay?” His smile is gentle and reassuring.

But my mind is racing; he won’t, and I won’t let that happen again.

As if sensing my doubts, he moves and grips my thighs, lifting me effortlessly, slamming my back against the rough bark of a tree.

I gasp, legs wrapping around his waist, and his mouth finds my neck; slowly, his tongue teases over my skin before his teeth scrape against it, and a shiver runs down my spine.

“Ethan,” I breathe. “Fuck me.”

He looks at me, eyes locked, and a devilish smirk slowly appears on his lips. He lowers me to the ground, and his fingers work fast to unbutton my jeans, and before I can take another breath, he yanks them down along with my panties, the cool air hitting my skin and making me tremble, and I should be burning for him, but I’m not.

Dante flashes through my mind.

Shit.

I close my eyes, trying to erase the thought as Ethan lifts me again, and I cling to his shoulders, my breath hitching as he lines himself up, his free hand gripping my thigh, then, with one sharp thrust, he slams inside me.

A yelp tears from my throat as he buries himself deep, forcing my body to take him. The stretch, the sting, it’s almost too much.

“God, Ethan!” My tone shakes, and I dig my nail into his shoulders with all my force.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, driving his hips up harder as his grip tightens, pinning me against the tree as he fucks me at an unforgiving pace.

It’s too fast. Too rough. And exactly what I need.

I arch, the friction sending sparks through me, my body climbing toward the edge. My hand slips between us, fingers circling my clit. Ethan watches, his eyes dark and wild.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Clench that pretty pussy around my cock like a good girl.”

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