Page 82 of Ravaged Saints

She doesn’t get far. I grunt, lunging forward. Leaning in, I grab her knees and lift her effortlessly, throwing her over my shoulder.

She giggles—she fucking giggles like a schoolgirl—and I feel the last thread of control I’ve been clinging to snap.

Walking into the long shower, I slap her ass hard, the sound echoing off the tile, and she yelps, trying to squirm, but I tighten my grip, keeping her in place.

Knox turns at the noise, raising a brow.

“Look what I’ve got here,” I say darkly.

“So, pet,” Knox drawls, his tone teasing, “did you enjoy watching us fight? Did it make you wet?”

“No,” she snaps, her tone sharp, trying to sound unaffected.

“Oh, really?” he says, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Last time you said that, you were lying.”

Knox steps closer, his grin deepening; he nods, and I know exactly what he’s thinking.

I shift my grip, grabbing the back of her knees and parting them, exposing her beautiful cunt to him. She gasps and tries to close her legs, but I don’t let her.

“I think she’s lying again, Dante,” Knox says with a chuckle.

He leans down, his mouth just inches from her pussy, and I can tell already she is soaking. His tongue darts out, and I watch as he licks her slowly, dragging it from her ass to her clit, making her moan louder.

“Lying again, pet,” he tsks, shaking his head. “I think Dante needs to punish you.”

Grinning, I raise my left hand and bring it down hard on her ass, and she whimpers, the sound so sweet it makes my cock throb, her skin flushes red under my palm, and I let out a low growl.

“Dante, please,” She begs, and I bite inside my cheek, “Now you are begging, doll?”

Knox comes closer, pulling her ass up. He leans in again and starts to lick her, his tongue pressing on her clit, and she moans, her body shaking under my grip, but I hold her tighter. I move my hand around her ass, brushing my fingers in her tight hole, and she freezes. I grin.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck your ass, doll.” My voice drops an octave, and Knox looks up at me with a smirk, his tongue working on her clit, and she moans. “Not yet, but I will.”

She whimpers my name, and I move my hand down, reaching her entrance. Knox moves down, giving me room.

“Oh fuck.” She sinfully whispers, and I thrust one finger inside her cunt as Knox continues to lick and suck. She yelps, and I feel her walls stretching.

“Fuck, you taste like sin, pet,” Knox groans into her pussy, thick with hunger, and I feel her body stiffen at his words, trembling in my hold. The sound of his lips and tongue working her drives me mad, but it’s the way her breath hitches, the way her thighs quiver, that undoes me completely.

I thrust another finger inside her, relentless, and her scream pierces the air, her body writhing against my hand as I finger-fuck her mercilessly. Her hips buck, desperate and needy, moving in rhythm with Knox’s tongue. She’s trying to take more—more of me, more of him—and it makes something dark and feral claw its way to the surface.

“That’s it, doll,” I growl, low and rough. “Come for us.”

Knox presses his tongue harder against her, and I curl my fingers, hitting that sweet spot inside her, and her head snaps back against my shoulder, her body arching, and I feel the heat radiating off her, the way her nails dig into my skin. She consumes me, completely and utterly.

She’s fire and sweetness, and I realize how much I need her, how much my body craves her like a man starved. Every muscle in me screams for her touch, for her nails to pierce deeper, to mark me as hers. Fuck, she’s all over my senses—her scent, her sounds, the taste of her—and I still want more. I’ll always want more.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” she whimpers breathless.

Her words set me off like a match to gasoline. Both Knox and I pick up the pace, pushing her higher and dragging her over the edge. She shatters in my arms, screaming and moaning as her body convulses. I keep my grip on her firm, making sure she doesn’t fall as her orgasm tears through her, leaving her shaking and helpless in my hands.

“Fuck,” she finally mutters, the curse slipping from her lips like a sin of its own. My cock throbs at the sound, desperate for her, and I bite back a groan. Her body sags against my shoulder, limp and trembling, her breathing ragged.

“Knox,” I say, my tone dark and heavy, the weight of her still pressing into me, and the hunger I feel for her far from satisfied, but I notice she isn’t moving, so I pull her to my front, settling her into my arms as her body trembles, spent and fragile. Knox steps closer, his hand brushing gently against her face to move the damp strands of hair away, but her eyes remain closed, and the soft smile that tugs at her lips makes me smile.

“Doll,” I murmur low.

“You said you wouldn’t fuck me.” Aspens chuckles, her eyes still closed as she snuggles into me.

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