Page 87 of The Devil's Saint

My eyes widen in shock. He’s fucking handcuffed me?

“Saint. What are you doing?” I squeak, my voice heavy with confusion.

“All these months, you’ve been begging me to show you who I really am. Tonight you’re going to find out.”

He places a hand on my shoulder, angling my body around to face him, then climbs on his knees.

He’s naked and rock fucking hard, pre-cum already glistening from the tip of his cock.

Placing both hands on my silk shorts, he rips them in half, tearing them from my body along with my thong, leaving me bare for him.

“You’re going to pay for those,” I bite out, remembering how expensive they were when I paid for them on Saints credit card.

“You can have a set in every color if that’s what you want, Angel,” he rasps, standing from the bed to pull me into a seated position. The movement makes the cuffs bite my skin, and I let out a hiss. “Now, shut the fuck up and open that snarky mouth. You’re going to take all of my cock like my good fucking slut.”

Heat pulls at my core at his dirty words. He’s never called me that before. Saint’s always been demanding in bed, but this is on another level. It’s dominant and goddamn me to hell for all eternity because I fucking love it.

He grips the length of his cock that stands hard and demanding. All for me.

When I don’t open immediately he wraps his other hand around my throat, pulling me closer. “I fucking told you to open. Make me ask again, and you’ll be punished.”

Opening my mouth wide, I take him in as deep as I can, trying not to catch him with my teeth.

His hand moves from my throat to my hair, his fingers gripping tightly, yanking my head back with his cock still in my mouth.

“Deeper.”

Lips parting once more, I relax my throat to take him deeper, holding down the urge to gag.

He moans, “That’s it. Take it all the way down.”

I’ve only done this with him a few times. Each time, I did as I was told, relaxing my throat as much as possible, but this time, it was different. This is the Saint Garo I met for the first time in the pool room when he was fucking that girl. Her hands were bound just as mine are right now.

He fucks my mouth mercilessly, making tears roll down my eyes as I struggle to breathe.

My pussy’s soaked with arousal, begging to be touched, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to stop the throbbing in between my legs.

“That’s it. I knew you could take it. You look so fucking beautiful with my cock down your throat.”

I try to moan, but his thrusts are deep, punishing the back of my throat.

“FUCK,” he groans loudly, pleasure evident in his voice. “Such a good fucking slut for me. Your cunt is going to be raw by the time I’m finished with you.”

Saliva drips out of my mouth when he abruptly pulls his cock out and forcefully lifts me to my feet, bending me over the bed, face down onto the mattress with my ass in the air.

His hand lands on my ass cheek with a sharp sting, making me hiss out a curse.

Dropping to his knees, he spreads my cheeks wide for him. My clit throbs wildly, and I’m desperate for it to be touched.

“Your greedy cunt is soaked for my cock.”

A cry escapes from my lips when he dives in between my legs sucking up my arousal.

“Saint!” My hand yanks and twists on the cuffs, desperate to hold onto something, but it’s useless.

His fingers enter me, pumping in and out of my pussy with such velocity I’m almost screaming.

He stops abruptly, then stands, guiding his cock into me with ease. Grunting out his pleasure, he angles my body just how he wants it, gripping my hair hard enough to make my eyes water.

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