Page 102 of Saint

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet.” Kole reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, thumbing through it for a moment.

Finally, he presses something on the screen, and my television lights up with a movie he’s casting.

“Scream 2?”

“Mm-hmm.” He sets his phone aside and sits, pulling me into his lap so I’m between his legs, and my back is to his chest. “We both know you like this one.”

I nod, swallowing hard as Kole brushes my hair to the side and plants his fingers over my pulse. My heart is already racing as the movie starts.

Kole drags his lips over the shell of my ear. “Do you remember what you told me the first time we talked, Violet?”

“Yes.”

“Say it then.” His fingers wrap around my throat, his thumb pressing up to my jaw.

“This is my favorite.”

“Not that.” Kole shakes his head. “Whyis it your favorite?”

Glancing over my shoulder, his dark eyes are fixed on my mouth. “I was watching it the first time I came.”

“Yes.” He leans in, and I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead, he bites my lower lip, tugging it as he pulls back again.

His fingers trace down the center of my chest, drawing a hot path along my skin as he circles my belly button. And he doesn’t stop until he’s slipping his hand under my T-shirt and grabbing my pussy as hard as he can.

“Quiet.” He wraps his other hand over my mouth, silencing the scream that squeaks out. “Wouldn’t want your friends running in here and seeing what I’m doing to you. Unless thatiswhat you want?”

I shake my head.

He grips my pussy hard again, and I’m fighting to breathe through my nose, with his palm sealed over my lips, edging right against my nostrils so I can barely get half a breath with each inhale.

“Watch your movie, Violet.” He slips my panties aside and drives a finger into me.

I’m still sore from how roughly he made me come a minute ago, but it doesn’t take long to adjust as I sink into the feel of him.

His hard cock presses against my ass, and I’m so desperate for him to fuck me that I’m already slick as he pumps his fingers.

“This should be your favorite part.” Kole leans in, his mouth by my ear so he can lick a path along it and whisper, “Watch what he does to her boyfriend. Remember when I did that for you?”

He’s talking about Liam now, even if the scenarios aren’t the same at all. But as the killer draws blood on the screen, Kole drives his fingers deeper.

“Remember when I slit his throat for you, Violet?” Kole shifts his hand over my face, covering my mouth and nose to completely take my air away. “Remember kneeling in his blood at my feet? Begging me to chase you. Your greedy little cunt dripped for your boyfriend’s killer.”

The killer is back in the movie theater now, but the girl on the screen doesn’t know. No one sees him because he hides in plain sight.

Like Saint.

Like Kole.

He was right in front of me all this time, watching. Waiting for me. Claiming me before I even realized what was happening.

My head is woozy as my core churns. I’m scratching Kole’s wrist as I fight for air. But he doesn’t release me yet. He continues to fuck me with his fingers as my vision darkens. A tear rolls down my cheek as I blink the room in and out of focus.

“Remember the blood, Violet,” he whispers in my ear, and that’s all I see.

Blood.

Rage.

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