Page 112 of Revenge Saints
Her pussy clenches so tight around Dante’s cock he lets out a hoarse moan.
“Oh my,” she gasps.
Her whole body convulses, back arching hard, ass tighter than ever, and fuck,
“Fuuuuckkk!” I roar as my orgasm slams into me like a truck.
I thrust through it, pumping my cum deep inside her ass, grittingmy teeth as the intensity burns through me like fire.
I hear Dante curse, deep and guttural, as he spills inside her too.
Her head snaps back, mouth open in a silent scream, orgasm stretching so long it feels like she’s milking us dry.
We don’t stop until we’re emptied, panting and shaking.
Fuck.
“I’m sorry.” She whispers, and I lean into her, still fighting to control my breathing.
“I know, pet.” I kiss her temple.
I forgive her, but it still stings that she didn’t trust me, but right now, right now I feel like I can finally sleep.
Bryn
Irun down the stairs. Roman is out looking for the BloodHawks with half of his men and, once again, I’ve been left behind with Sean, Miles, and whatever’s left of Roman’s trust.
I’m bored. And pissed.
I still can’t believe Miles let Dante go. Even if Roman needed Sean alive, this base is more important than any man. This is our future. My future. Don’t they see that?
There are hundreds of men like Roman, but places like this? Safe, fortified, water, electricity, weapons? One in a million.
I spent almost a decade living in a community of wannabe tyrants. They talked about being strong, about surviving, but we drank from rivers. Lit fires with sticks like it was the goddamn Stone Age.
And when I said we should leave, that I could lead us to something better, they called me delusional. Dangerous.
When I stabbed their leader just to prove how fragile their little system was, they turned on me. Dragged me out. Tried to trade me for weapons. Like I was nothing but currency.
Aspen saved me. She told me what happened to her, what she survived. I thought she was like me. I thought we could take them all out together. But she fell for Dante and Knox.
At least Ethan was already working on his own betrayal. That made it easier.
And now, here I am again. Under Roman. Waiting like some sidepiece for orders. And the only thing on his mind? The BloodHawks.
We should be building defenses. Stockpiling food. Finding more women. Creating a village. Something real. Something permanent.
“What are you doing?” Miles breaks my line of thought, and I blink. I’m standing still in the middle of the hallway.
My mind is spinning, working overtime, calculating an escape. Because this? This is worse than being with the BloodHawks.
And I won’t go down like this.
I turn to him, giving him a soft, anxious smile.
“I’m so worried, Miles.” I tremble just the right amount, my hand clutching the fabric of my shirt. Puppy eyes, trembling lip.
I should win a fucking Oscar.
