Page 65 of Ravaged Saints

“Yeah, doll.” His smirk is back, and he turns, his boots echoing against the steel stairs as he heads upstairs without another word.

I stay in the room for hours, trying to calm myself down, finally feeling like I’m in control of my emotions. I head upstairs.

Bryn is lying on the couch, a book in her lap, though, her eyes moving up to me as I walk by. Knox and Dante are playing pool a few feet away. The quiet clink of balls echoes in the room. No one acknowledges me at first, but I feel their attention shift subtly as I approach.

“Can I change my room?” I ask, tilting my chin up.

“No,” Knox replies, not even glancing up as he lines up his shot. The cue ball cracks against another, sending it neatly into the left pocket.

“No? Why the hell not?” I step closer, and I can see Dante smirking.

“That’s not your room, pet,” he says, standing to his full, intimidating height, and I have to crane my neck to meet his stare. “That’s a spare room. You can have one of the bigger ones.

A bigger room? How many rooms does this place have?

“Oh,” I murmur, and Dante chuckles behind me.

“Come on.” Knox sets his pool stick down and heads toward the stairs.

I follow behind him, my heart pounding as we go down the stairs, but this time he turns right instead of left, and I notice, for the first time, the line of doors hidden behind the staircase. He stops at the second door and pushes it open.

“This one’s yours,” he says, nodding for me to get in. “Dante’s room is across the hall. Mine’s to the left.”

The room is twice the size of the old one. A king-sized bed dominates the space, and there’s more furniture here.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

Knox nods and turns to leave, but on impulse, I grab his arm. The heat of his skin surprises me, and I pull him closer. “Lean in,” I murmur.

He hesitates for a moment but lowers himself until we’re at eye level, and standing on my toes, I press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I’m sorry for earlier,” I say softly.

He doesn’t move or speak. His blue eyes burn into mine, searching, dissecting, and my heart sinks as I lower myself back down, a knot forming in my throat.

“For fuck’s sake, Aspen,” he growls, his hands snapping up to the back of my head. A shiver rips through me.

Then he yanks me forward, his mouth crashing against mine in a kiss that’s all-consuming, possessive, and a little unhinged. I melt into it, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body instinctively pressing into him. Every nerve ignites, and despite the soreness still thrumming from last night, I want him. Badly.

A sharp throat clearing shatters the moment, and Knox pulls back just enough to smirk but doesn’t let me go.

“Want to join in?” He asks, not even bothering to look over his shoulder.

Peeking around him, I find Dante leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, gaze unreadable. He’s shirtless, only wearing sweatpants that hang dangerously low on his hips, and my eyes lock onto his chest, finally getting a full view of his tattoo—a massive black hawk with outstretched wings.

“She needs to rest,” Dante drawls, mockery curling around each word as he leans back, arms crossing over his chest.

Knox’s grip tightens just slightly, his smirk darkening. “Do you, pet?” His tone drips with amusement.

I shake my head, too fast. “No.”

Knox hums, sliding his hand down between my legs, pressing against my still-sensitive pussy, and the sharp ache mixed with pleasure forces a soft whimper from my lips.

“Little liar,” Dante chuckles.

I can’t stop the pout that pushes forward, and his grin turns downright wicked.

“Tomorrow, doll,” Dante murmurs, sounding like silk and sin. “I’ll fuck your pussy while Knox fucks your throat.”

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