Page 109 of Revenge Saints
I’m up in a second, storming to the bedroom. Her whimper follows me.
“Doll,” Dante tries to comfort her.
I hear them stopping.
I snatch the bottle of skin oil off the nightstand. It’s not lube, but I don’t give a fuck.
Striding back out, her head lifts, eyes wide, lips parted.
“Turn her around,” I growl.
Dante grins, feral. “Sure, Reaper.”
He lifts her easily, turns her in his lap, and drops her again, impaling her on his cock. She gasps, trembling.
“Pull her to you.”
He leans back, arms banded tight around her ribs. Her chest rests on him, ass tipped high. Legs spread. Perfect.
I slick my cock with the oil, stroking once. Twice.
“Knox, no!” She cries, trying to squirm away.
Dante’s arms don’t budge. “Relax, doll. He won’t hurt you.”
I meet his eyes. Nod once.
He knows.
I’mangry, but I’d never cross that line. I’ll make her feel it. Make her fucking remember.
But I won’t break her.
I rub my finger down the seam of her ass, then press against thetight ring.
“Breathe,” I murmur, low against her ear. “Slowly.”
She shivers. A tear spills down her cheek.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, shaking. “I didn’t know what else to do. I wanted to help.”
My jaw locks. Rage claws at my chest.
“I know.” I breathe through my nose, trying to rein it in. Trying to stay in control.
She arches for me, opening up.
I push deeper with my finger, slow but firm.
She cries out, body rocking between us.
Dante groans under her, his hips starting to move again.
“I need you inside me, Knox. Now!” She begs, her dark green eyes full of hunger.
I pull my finger free and lube my cock. One hand on her back, I press her into Dante’s chest.
My other hand guides me to her entrance. “Relax, pet.”
