Page 111 of Revenge Saints
“To the bed…”
Thrust. Slap.
“And fuck you nonstop forweeks.”
Thrust.
“Oh my God! Knox! Dante!” She moans our names.
Her body seizes, arching like a live wire. She starts to shake, and I slam her harder against Dante, both of us pounding into her, deep and punishing.
Dante lets her breathe, just long enough, then grips again.
“If you ever pull that stunt again, it’s not just Knox you’ll have to worry about, doll,” he snarls, leaning forward to bite her nipple.
“Please… I need,”
She chokes on the words, eyes rolling back.
I smirk, stilling my hips.
“Need what?” I murmur against her neck, licking up her sweat and biting her earlobe.
“Use your words, doll,” Dante taunts, groaning.
She’s pinned, can’t move, can’t come, can’t do a damn thing without our say-so.
“I need…” she gasps.
Dante loosens his grip just enough to let air back in.
“To come. Please.” Her voice breaks on the last word.
“I don’t think you deserve to come, pet,” I say, chuckling darkly.
She growls, dragging her nails down Dante’s arms, digging in.
“You better not edge me,” she snarls, snapping her head to glare at me. “I will stab you in your sleep, Reaper!”
Fuck.
My control snaps. I drive into her. Dante meets my thrust for thrust, and her bodybouncesbetween us, tits jerking wildly with every slam.
He still has her throat. I’ve got her hair.
She’s not going anywhere.
“Fuck, Aspen,” I grit. The couch screeches beneath us, barely holding under the force of us slamming into her from both ends.
“Don’t stop!” She sobs. “Please!”
We don’t.
Dante’s hand moves down, fingers rubbing her clit in fast, tight circles.
She lets out acry.
Her body spasms violently, like her bones are about to break from the force of it.
