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“That won’t stop me.” He hits me deep again and presses just the tip of his thumb into my ass as he does. “I’m going to fuck you here next, even if you beg me not to.You’re going to take me any way I want because you’re mine, Violet. You gave yourself to me.”

An intense mix of pleasure and pain rushes through me. His thumb toys with my ass as he rocks his hips.

It’s dirty. Wrong. Disgusting.

But it warms my core because I crave Saint’s depravity.

He moves his thumb a little deeper, and the pain of it drives me closer to the ledge.

“You’re mine,” he repeats. “Even if I have to bleed dry any man who so much as looks at you. I’ll send their parts to you one by one just to remind you what I’m willing to do for you.”

My pussy clenches around his cock at his sick threats, and he groans.That sound. I want to hear it again, so I squeeze around him, and he grunts.

He thrusts in, hitting a spot that sparks fireworks in my core. One thrust—another—until the motion makes me detonate. I’m shaking and screaming.

Sore and flushed.

In pain and drowning in pleasure.

I grip the blanket as he fucks me harder and harder until he’s digging his fingers into my hips with such force that he’ll leave bruises as he jerks inside me.

Saint holds my hips to him tightly, forcing me to take every drop of him before he grabs me by the ponytail and tugs me up.

Kneeling now, my back is to his chest, and the thunder of his heartbeat makes my own race faster.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you, kitten.” He drags a hand down between my legs and pulls his dickout of me so he can shove his fingers in. I wince from the soreness but don’t try to stop him.

Instead, I grab the sides of his thighs and tip my head back, trying to adjust as he fills me. When he pulls his fingers away, he reaches up and sticks them in my mouth. A mess of cum and blood that he forces me to choke on while he grips my hair, tipping my head back so I can watch him do the same.

Saint licks his fingers clean and then turns to me. Rage and pleasure brewing in those maple eyes.

Our breaths are steady, and the longer I stare at him, I watch him shift. The man I fear and the man I met when I started dating Liam split and break.

Saint.Kole.

Two sides of one coin. And in his arms, I watch him change.

Kole’s expression ices over as he holds my waist. His burning eyes cool. He leans in and inhales my scent, burying his nose in my hair, and dragging his lips to my ear. His hand glides between my legs, and that’s when I feel him hard again behind me.

He just came, but he’s already rubbing his steel cock against my sore pussy.

“Still in one piece,” Kole whispers in my ear. “It’s a good thing the night is young.”

At that, he shoves his cock inside me again, grinning at the scream that rips from my lungs as he once more shoves me face down on the bed.

19

Bite

Saint

I take Violet’s handand pull her to sit. “Can you walk?”

She nods, scooting to the edge of the bed. But when she tries to stand, her knees shake, and I catch her before she stumbles to the ground.

“Here.” I wrap one arm around her back and the other under her legs to pick her up.

“Where are we going?” She buries her face against my chest, her voice raspy from screaming.

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