Page 101 of Dirty Saint

The theater was lit with neon lights, reminding me of The Strip. We parked toward the center of the parking lot, and when I slid from his bike seat, I was sure I left a hell of a wet spot behind.

He kissed my hand before turning and pulling me toward the theater entrance. The place wasn’t as packed as usual on the weekends, but many people were still in the lobby.

After he bought our tickets, we stopped by concessions for a drink. Then we seated ourselves in the very back row of the designated theater. There weren’t many people in the theater for a Saturday night, so we ended up with an entire row to ourselves.

Thirty minutes into the movie, Koah’s hand began to creep up the inside of my thigh, his rough fingertips scraping against my soft skin. I swallowed and kept my eyes on the big screen. Moving higher, he groaned when he realized I wasn’t wearing panties.

My breath rushed in, almost choking me when he ran a single digit over my clit. Instinctively, I straightened and tried to close my legs to stop him. People were around us, and I didn’t want anyone to see what he was doing. He pinched the inside of my thigh, keeping me from closing my legs, and ran another circle over my clit.

“What are you doing?” I hissed, putting my hand over his to block people from seeing.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear. “Shh,” he whispered. “Just keep looking at the screen.”

I nodded and bit my lip, unsure and nervous about doing something so passionate, surrounded by people.

Kissing the side of my neck, he worked me over until my clit was swollen and sensitive. I covered my mouth to keep my sounds at bay while he edged me, getting me close and stopping until I found myself growling with frustration. My pussy was aching and wet, begging to feel him hard and deep, yet he continued to tease me. It was too much.

When I didn’t think I could take it anymore, he moved away, and his zipper sounded from beside me. He looked around, making sure no one near us was paying attention, before he pulled me into his lap, my back to his front. He lifted my skirt, directed his cock to my opening, and thrust into me with a long exhale.

I moved to stand, but his fingers tightened, digging into my hips and holding me in place.

“Goddamn, your pussy feels good.” He hissed against the back of my neck. “Fuck me, Victoria. Ride my cock like a good girl.”

I did as he asked, swirling my hips and moving up and down until I found a movement and rhythm that brought me relief. His finger rolled my clit, working me over as I rode him backward, never taking my eyes off the screen even though I was no longer watching the movie.

His hot breaths bathed the back of my neck, and occasionally, he kissed the spot beneath my ear, telling me how well I was doing. If I stopped, he spanked my clit, which sent a sharp sensation through my core. It wasn’t long before I exploded.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I leaned back, feeling my orgasm flow from my body. His large hand covered my mouth, keeping me quiet as his hips pistoned from beneath me, making my orgasm stretch. We were getting louder. Our bodies slapping together echoed beneath the cinematic sounds playing on the big screen, but he didn’t stop.

I shook on his lap, my head lying back on his shoulder, while he bit into the side of my neck and growled his release. It stung yet felt amazing. Pleasure mixed with pain sliced through my body until I relaxed and finally took a deep breath.

He cupped my pussy, patting it sweetly before he covered me with my skirt and helped me back to my seat. His kiss was deep and long, taking me in and branding himself on my mouth.

“You’re fucking amazing, Tori,” he breathed against my lips. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I grabbed his wrist before he pulled away and kissed him once more. The wordsI love youcaught in the back of my throat, and I coughed, sure it was too soon to release them. Instead, I said I needed to go to the restroom and left the theater on shaking legs.

I went to the restroom, cleaned up, and returned, where we held hands and finished watching the movie. Now and again, he would bring my hand to his lips and kiss my fingers. The night was perfect. Koah had taken me on the most ideal date. Little did I know, the night was about to explode in my face.

LEAVING THE THEATER, we started toward Koah’s bike with a rush of other moviegoers. He began to pick me up and put me on his bike, but before he could do so, someone called out Koah’s name, making us pause. Koah left my side to greet his friend, and I turned in time to see Koah pull the guy in for a friendly hug.

“Donny B, what’s up, my dude?” he said, pulling away. “What the hell you doing on this side of town?”

I began to smile as the newcomer turned in my direction, but I froze, and the oxygen was sucked from my lungs when my eyes clashed with his.

No.

This wasn’t happening.

It was definitely him. He was older—darker around the edges—high out of his mind, but it was undoubtedly him. My spine grew stiff as the side of his mouth tilted into a knowing grin. He remembered. I closed my eyes, seeing his face above me—pleasure in his eyes as he raided my young body.

Koah was friends with and talking to the person who had taken from me when I was fourteen.

Donny B., a.k.a. Donald

My rapist. My demon.

Donald turned away and said something to Koah. I wasn’t sure what he was saying. The buzzing in my ears was so loud it was beginning to throw off my equilibrium, making the parking lot around me spin.

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