Page 57 of The Rise of Saint (The Sins of Saint 1)

“Louder.”

I clutched the sheets tighter. “It felt…good.”

“Louder!” His belt came down hard and fast, a harsh punishment that had me arching my back.

“Good!” I screamed. “It felt good.”

“There. Was that so fucking hard?”

Humiliation once again crept across my cheeks, burning hotter than the seared flesh of my ass.

I heard the distinct sound of the belt buckle clatter as he dropped it on the ground. A whimper rushed from my lips when he cupped me between my legs, finger massaging my clit with leisurely strokes. Pleasure started to seep through the pain, desire extinguishing the burn on my flesh only to ignite it in my belly.

“See? Your cunt likes my touch.” His soft lips found my punished skin, and I shivered when he dragged his tongue all along my ass, down the side of my thigh.

Round and round, he teased a finger around my clit and awoke an array of lecherous cravings I never thought I’d have. My inhibitions oxidized with every expert stroke of his fingers, pain and pleasure fused together, pushing my body higher and higher.

I had no control over it. Like last night, my body took over, and I started to squirm on top of the covers, desperate and aching.

The mattress dipped, and his naked thighs brushed against mine as he moved in between my legs. I no longer felt the heat of my burning flesh, or the pain of his belt, but rather an all-consuming ache for release of the tension that threatened to snap my body in half. I didn’t know what was happening or why I cared about a goddamn orgasm when he just whipped me as if I was nothing more than a petulant child. All I knew was I wanted more. I didn’t just want my skin to burn; I wanted my body to turn into nothing but ash.

He palmed my ass, gripping the flesh between his fingers, spreading my pussy wide. My nails tore through the sheets when I felt his breath against my heat, the warm air brushing against my sensitive sex.

“Where’s that fight of yours now, Mila?” He shifted deeper between my legs until I could no longer spread them any wider. “Did it die so quickly? So fucking easily?”

“Screw you,” I whispered, but he heard me loud and clear, and I jerked when his cruel hand came down hard on my ass. But it was nowhere near as painful as his belt.

“Is that any way to speak to your husband?”

I glanced over my shoulder. “Is this any way to treat your wife?”

“If she deserves it.”

“I only did as you told me.Showedthem I desired you as a wife should desire her husband. And now you punish me for it?”

“Don’t bullshit me. It was a fucking pissing contest for you.”

“And what do you call this?” I swallowed. “Is this not your way of showing me control? Of showing me that you own me?”

“This is me showing you not to fuck with me, and to never forget who or what I am.”

“A monster?”

He lifted himself on his knees, and I let out a rush of air when he dragged the tip of his cock up and down the slit of my ass. “I’m the monster your pussy weeps for,segreto.”

He nudged at my entrance with his cock, and my body primed to take him. It ached to be stretched and filled, like an itch in desperate need to be scratched. It was starting to fuck with my head, my mind a mess of thoughts that made no sense. I couldn’t think straight while he held his cock between my legs, and I waited for the moment he would thrust into me. But he didn’t. He just kept teasing me, slipping his dick up and down my wet slit.

I pushed down, an involuntary move of a body about to break in half if it didn’t find release from the throbbing ache.

“Look at that.” He sounded amused. “First you fight me, and now you want my cock?”

“That’s where this is leading, anyway, isn’t it? You fucking me.”

He shifted, and his cock was gone, and this time I wanted to scream even more than when he whipped me.

Saint got onto the bed in front of me, on his knees, his length erect and girth swollen. He took my chin in his hand, forcing me to look up at him. Dark pupils and iced irises were heavy with lechery, malignant desires swirling within the slate circles. “Even though the idea of feeling your cunt around my cock is very tempting, I think this dirty little mouth of yours needs to get fucked first.”

There was no warning as he plunged his cock past the barrier of my lips and into my mouth. He gave me no time to adjust, no time to prepare as he fisted my hair at the back of my head, forcing me to take every inch of him all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged, my eyes teared up, and spit lapped out of my mouth. I tried to push him away, but he let go of my hair, grabbed my wrists, and pinned them down on either side of him.

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