Page 46 of Carnage

Take my brother’s chosen, for example. Her father is a congressman. She’s an only child, and as far as I know, she hates my brother. I’ve only met her once at a party, and she told me she hated me and my family. I wanted to apologize but couldn’t bring myself to say the words. I hate my family most days too.

“Come on,” Saint orders, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet. The heels making it ten times harder to stand on my shaky legs.

“Where are we going?” I ask. I honestly wasn’t prepared to make it this far. So I have no clue what happens now. Do we go to his place? Mine?

He cups my cheek, and I look up at his mask-covered face, but he doesn’t answer. I’m only greeted with silence. This is how it’ll be from here on out. I’ll ask questions, and he’ll keep things from me.

* * *

He ushersme into his room and shuts the door behind him when I hear a lock. “Saint—?”

Turning around, he places his lips on mine, and I moan into his mouth. His hands grip my shaking thighs, and he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his hips as he spins us around, and he shoves my back into the door.

I pull away from the kiss, gasping, and cry out. His lips drop to my neck, and I lean my head to give him better access. “Please…” I beg him to fuck me again.

He pulls me from the door and walks me to his bed. Tossing me onto it, he shoves my dress up my body, not even bothering to take it off, and crawls onto the bed, spreading my legs. He goes to put his head between my legs, and I grip his hair. “Wait.”

He looks up at me. Green eyes shining and a naughty smile on his face. “Are you about to tell me no?” He runs his tongue along his upper teeth in the sexiest way that makes my cum-filled pussy clench.

“A chosen isn’t allowed to tell her Lord no,” I say breathlessly.

Softly chuckling, he lowers his lips to my neck. “You can use whatever words you like, sweetheart, but just know I’m going to do whatever I want to you.” He gently kisses my flushed skin, and I arch my back, my nails digging into his back, pulling on his shirt.

“But…” I gasp when his hand moves between our bodies, and he plays with my pussy.

“But what?” he asks, trailing kisses along my jawline. This is what I’ve wished for for so long. My body vibrates with joy.

“I bled.” Swallowing, I add, and his fingers stop. He sits up and stares down at me. The coldness in his eyes makes me nervous. No more playful Saint.

“What about it?” he asks. His voice now flat.

Swallowing nervously, I say, “The blood. You were going to …”

A smile spreads across his face, and he laughs once more. I wonder about the change of attitude all of a sudden. “Sweetheart, I don’t give a fuck about that. If I want to fuck your cunt with my tongue, I’m going to do so.”

Heat rises up my neck, and my cheeks flush at his words.

He stands off the bed, grabs my arm, and forces me to sit. He removes my dress and then pushes me onto my back. Spreading my legs wide, he places his lips to my inner thigh and kisses his way up my sensitive skin.

I’m shaking uncontrollably with nervousness and from the orgasm he gave me during the vow ceremony. I should be embarrassed, but I have no control over my body right now. It’s wanted him for too long.

“Oh god.” I pant, my hands digging into his hair as I feel his lips cover my pussy. A deep suction has me bucking my hips. “Saint.” I fist his hair, and his fingers dig into my legs, pinning them down painfully, and I lift my head to look down at him. His eyes are open and staring up at me over my pussy. Slowly, he licks upward, and my heart races at how fucking sexy he is. “Please.” My head falls to the bed, and I push his head down again, needing to feel that suction again.

But he’s stronger and pulls back. “So greedy.” He slaps my pussy, and my legs close as I cry out, jerking on the bed.

The lingering sting has me panting. “Fuck, Saint…”

He shoves my legs open and does it again. I scream, heat rising along my skin, and my nipples harden. “Keep your legs open for me, sweetheart. Can you do that?”

I nod quickly, taking in a deep breath. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He places my hands on my inner thighs and tells me to, “Hold them.”

He slaps his belt on my pussy, and I arch my back, a cry ripping from my throat as my pussy throbs. He does it again, and I bite my trembling lip. He slaps it a third time, and I’m practically convulsing as tears fall down the side of my face.

“So pretty.” He rubs his fingers up and down my swollen and throbbing pussy. “You’re so fucking wet, Ash. I’m going to spend every fucking day inside you.”

A wish come true.

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