Page 85 of Vicious Saint
Lance slides a finger down my center, lingering briefly on the sensitive area pulsing with need.
I arch my back and bite my lip when he presses on it. “Mhmmm…yes.”
There are hands, teeth, lips, and tongue exploring both thighs before Lance’s face hovers where I really want him.
Yes, yes, yes, I cry to myself as I await his assault. His warm breath kisses my skin when I switch to saying it out loud.
“Fuck, you smell like heaven,” Lance tosses out. “I may need to—”
The sound of pounding at the door makes me jump, seconds before a deep voice behind it barks out, “Open the fucking door before I break it.”
This motherfucker.
Of course Saint had no intentions of offering a real choice, because a second later he kicks it open.
His huge frame takes up the doorway. Hair messy, tie loosened around his neck, shirt halfway opened as if just being pulled from a similar situation.
Unlike Lance who’s on his feet, I’m so mortified it takes me a few blinks to do the same.
“What the hell are you doing?!” I scream, covering myself.
Saint’s eyes are murderous, but not on me.
He’s got his sights set fully on Lance.
“Saint, don’t—”
Before I get the chance to finish, the psycho is toe-to-toe with hisnobodyrelative, spitting fire from his mouth as he says, “You wanna fucking die tonight. Is that it?”
Jesus Christ.
“Dude, chill the fuck—”
That’s all Lance manages before Saint drives his fist into his face, blood exploding from his mouth and nose. Lance staggersback, covering it, leaving enough distance for Saint to tackle him to the floor, raining down furious blows to his body.
Through frantic screams I demand him to stop, but it seems to only fuel the fire inside him.
“Get the fuck off him!” I jump onto Saint’s back, fully aware I’m still commando, and wrap my arm around his neck to choke him.
It. Does. Nothing.
Saint doesn’t let up one bit, and the feral-like growl rumbling in his throat is enough to turn my blood to ice.
His mind is gone again, but the battle is here.
This is so fucked.
Lance’s eyes, or whatever’s left of them, is pleading with me to help. But I can’t.
Not even when I start pounding my fist into the side of Saint’s head. You’d think I was a speck of lint on his shoulder.
After the hundredth punch to the cheek, Lance has officially gone unconscious, head falling to the side.
But that doesn’t stop Saint from using his bloody hands to wrap the guy’s tie around his neck and choke him.
“Please, stop.” I’m in full blown tears as I beg this madman, aware he probably won’t even hear me. “You’re gonna kill him.”
“Hey, big b-bro.” A voice comes from behind me, slow and cautious. “Think you can turn the lights up for me?”
