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Tears stream down my cheeks as he pulls back. A sob rips out of me with relief until he thrusts himself forward again.

While I’ve seen some gentleness in Kole, Saint doesn’t show the same mercy. He’s ruthless. And after tonight, I think he needs this as much as I do. To forget where we came from and where that’s led us.

The decisions we can’t run from, and the consequences we’ll no doubt soon face. This might feel endless, but it’s also never been so temporary, knowing one turned-over secret could tear him away.

But in this moment, it’s just me and Saint. Lost in the forest where he saved me from myself.

Running wild and breaking rules. Giving into our sick pleasure.

Saint fucks my mouth, and his cock starts to pulse, but when I expect him to spill his release down my throat, he pulls back instead.

He tugs me to my feet, spins me around, shoving me against the brick and pulling my dress up over my hips. And in one hard thrust, he impales me, kicking the air from my lungs.

I scratch at the brick, trying to hold on. His fingers find my hair, forcing my back to arch until I’m looking up at him. My chest brushes the wall with each thrust. My body aches with how it bends, but I’m lost in him.

Drowning in the sensation of him filling me as my body clenches.

“So tight for me, kitten.” Saint licks the tears from my cheek, dipping his mouth down to sink his teeth into my neck.

And I’m so desperate for his pain that I don’t try to hold back my scream. It rips from my lungs as he seals a hand over my mouth to silence it.

“No one is going to save you from me.” He hits me deep, over and over. “No one is going to take you from me.”

Confessions.

Manifestations.

He’s willing his statements into existence with each pump of his hips—like it isn’t already set in stone.

My eyes lock on his, and my entire body shivers. He’s so deep there’s no carving him out. And as I shake in his arms, he fucks me harder. He claims my body like he’s reaping my soul.

Saint fills me with his cum until it’s dripping down my legs. Until he releases my hair, and my forehead presses to the brick as I relax.

His hips tighten to my body, but he doesn’t pull out as he presses himself flush against me and drops his mouth to my ear.

“You’re mine, Violet.”

“I know,” I exhale.

I know.

38

God Himself

Violet

“Are you going hometonight?” I’m already nervous not knowing how this day’s going to pan out, and the last person I should seek comfort in is Kole, but I can’t help it.

He’s the balance in my center, even if on his own, he’s the wild card.

“Eventually. We have an initiation ceremony tonight.” Kole brushes my hair off my face. “But I can wait until you fall asleep.”

Kole is standing two steps down on the church steps so I can look him in the eyes. I’m still a little surprised he’s here, given he’s averse to religion. But clearly, he’ll go anywhere so long as I’m there. Even holychurch grounds.

The town of Bristal is holding a service for the community to send prayers to the Westwood family, and they’re making a show of it.

Students, professors, community members.

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