Page 179 of Saints and Sinners

“Very...”

My cock stirs inside the confines of my jeans, causing extreme discomfort, but I will deal with that later. Keeping my eyes on the road, I order my Kitty Cat, “Pull your leggings off and turn toward me; I want to see how wet you are, Kitty Cat.”

Like a good girl, she obeys, peeling her leggings off but keeping her panties on. Before I can instruct her to remove the barrier, she turns, spreads her legs, and pulls the fabric aside, showing off her glistening pussy. Her lips are still swollen from my best friends using it, and there, on the inside of her thighs, is evidence of their release, dried and stuck to her creamy skin.

The sight makes my dick even harder.

My hand automatically goes to her cunt, and I plunge my fingers into her, “Ride my hand and get off, Kitty Cat.”

“But...” she looks at the traffic on the road.

“I don't give a fuck about them, Kitty Cat. If they see, they see. This is mine, and I want my prize. Now, fuck my fingers.”

Her pussy clenches around me, liking my command, and she thrusts her hips. I add a third finger, making her moan loudly. When I add a fourth, she cries out and starts to go wild.

“That's my good little slut. See, you need your Lords to give you what you want. You love how we use and abuse this gorgeous body, and we will gladly keep doing so for as long as you want. To be honest, I don't think we will ever allow you to go free.”

I tell her this because I know it turns her on to hear it, but I will if I have to. Even if it does rip my fucking heart out. I don't think I would live a good life without this woman by my side. I don't know when she became my everything, but I can finally admit that is precisely what she is.

Her head is thrown back against the window, her mouth in a perfect O as she comes, and she looks fucking perfect. I'm enthralled by the sight of her. I keep my eyes on her longer than I should, and a horn blares at me. Looking back to the road, I swerve back into my lane just in time.

Fuck...

Kitty Cat is breathing hard as she comes back to earth. My fingers continue to fuck her until the last of her climax is gone. When I pull my fingers from her, a slurping noise is heard due to how wet her cunt is, and I bring my hand to my mouth.

One by one, I stick a finger into my mouth, groaning as her essence coats my tongue. She's my favorite fucking flavor, and I savor every...last...drop. I want to bury my face between her thighs and drink from her until nothing is left, but that will have to wait until later.

“You have three minutes to put your bottoms back on, take out my throbbing cock, and fucking suck me off, Kitty Cat.” I use my stern voice, so she knows I'm not joking around.

“We are almost there,” she says as she hastily pulls her leggings back on, covering her beautiful legs.

“Then I suggest you get to sucking, baby.”

Catalina

We pull up to a darkwarehouse. Our father's vehicles are parked right outside, along with a black van that reminds me of a pedophile vehicle. Its windows are tinted, most likely with illegal tint, as black as they are.

I glance at Oakley as he pulls up and parks behind the van, blocking it in. A smirk dances across my lips as I watch him button and zip his jeans. I wipe the corner of my mouth, making sure there are no remnants of what I just consumed.

“Who does the van belong to?” I ask, as the Lord grins at my actions.

Oakley shrugs, “It could be for transport. Let's hope that's the only thing it's for.”

I knit my brows together, “What else would it be for?”

His expression darkens as he stares back at me, “Clean up.”

I freeze.

“They wouldn't just kill them outright...would they?” I swallow hard, a knot forming in my throat.

“I would like to think not, but then again, if the past Lords of Sin are involved, they may not have a choice.” Oakley grabs my hand and strokes his thumb over it, “Like I said, let's hope it's for transport. Although, that may not be a good thing either if they're sending them to their deaths elsewhere.”

I open the door hastily, but Oakley grabs my arm, stopping me. I try to yank free, “Let me go,” I say, “I will not let them be killed unless it's in self-defense,” I plead with my eyes, “I may have taken a life, and I may hate them for what they did to me, but it's obvious that past actions have fucked them up. They have their whole lives ahead of them, and they deserve to get the help they need, so they can move past all this.”

Oakley's gaze burns into me, “Are you telling me that you are willing to forgive them for trying to kill you...for trying to kill us?”

I shake my head, “No, I can't forgive Felica or Kaden for their roles in this, but Chris is innocent,” I lick my lips, his eyes drop to watch as the tip of my tongue glides across my lips, “That doesn't mean that I want them dead.”

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