Page 6 of Ravaged Saints (BloodHawks Duet #1)

It’s morning, and I barely slept. I’ve been locked in this goddamn room since last night. I tried kicking the door down and picking the lock, even though I had no idea how to do it.

I heard voices near the door early in the morning, but no one came to open it. I bang my fists on the door again, but nothing.

My hands hurt, my breathing comes ragged, and my head is throbbing, and my body is still sore from when Knox threw me to the floor last night.

Knox…I felt a shiver down my spine. The way he grabbed me and how he positioned himself between my legs made my blood boil.

The problem is, I don’t think it was all rage; there was something else. He was hard, so hard; I haven’t felt a man like that ever.

With Cash, everything was fast. They picked me up from my room, dragged me to his room, locked the door, and before I could even say a word, he was holding his penis in his hand and pulling my panties down. That was it; it hurt so bad…

I shake my head, trying to erase those memories from my brain, but they never go away.

I hear the click of the door, Dante walks in, and my breath catches. He is wearing dark green cargo jeans and a black compression shirt, his muscles on full display, dancing as he walks inside. His arms, like Knox’s, have tattoos all around them, but it’s that damn skull on his hand that drives me up the goddamn walls.

Damn, what the hell is wrong with me?

“Good morning.”

He speaks low, a smooth rumble that sends a shiver through me. A soft smile curves his lips, the kind that lingers just enough to make my heart skip a beat, his eyes warm as they meet mine.

“There is nothing good about this morning.”

I grunt, “I need to use the bathroom.”

He nods and moves from the door, gesturing for me to leave. I do, and he falls behind.

“You can take the clothes from Bryn’s room and take a shower, but don’t lock the door, or I’ll break it.”

He says calmly, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms, his eyes burning into mine.

I don’t comment but roll my eyes. Heading to the room, I get what I need and head to the shower, closing the door but not locking it. The last thing I need is that bull to break the damn door down!

The water is warm, and it helps the ache in my body. I have a few scratches; one of them on my left rib hurts more than the others.

I put on a baggy t-shirt that probably belongs to one of the guys; it’s black, so I don’t put on a bra right now, and sweatpants that belonged to the woman that was here, so they kind of fit well.

Getting out of the bathroom, I watch as Dante’s eyes move up and down my body, not in a lustful way, more like he is checking if I’m hurt.

He signals me to get into the room, and I frown. “You are not allowed out of the room for now.”

He deadpans, and there is a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Great, an even smaller prison,”

I say sarcastically, and he just stares at me.

As I sit on my bed giving Dante a death stare, Max enters with a tray of fruit, eggs, and orange juice. “You need to eat. I’ll bring you lunch later.”

He stops and looks at me, taking me in, and I do the same, crossing my arms, not a single shame. If they do it, so will I.

His hair is longer than the rest of the guys, and he has a three-day beard. Like Dante, he is wearing cargo jeans and a loose black shirt with combat boots, but Max has a soft British accent, and I wonder how a British guy ended up here.

I look at the tray and cross my arms. Max’s green-hazel eyes are intense, and his gaze makes my face feel warm. I can tell I’m blushing, but I don’t care; nothing matters anymore.

“Will let you eat and rest; anything you need, just call out.”

He says, walking out with Max.

“You mean scream.”

I snap, and Max smirks, a devilish glint in his eyes.

The door closes, and I hear that damn clink of the door locking.

I look at the food, and my stomach squeezes. I feel the bile coming up my throat, so I cover the tray with a towel, trying to hide the smell. Whenever I feel anxious, I can’t eat, and right now there is no way I can even take a bite of the food.

I try to keep my mind busy. The room is small; there is a single bed near the wall, a small square window on top of the front wall that I can’t even reach, and a bookshelf full of old books, most of them about guns and cars. There is a one-door closet that I open only to find some blankets, another pillow, and a large grey coat.

I decide to lie in bed and maybe have a nap. My eyes feel heavy after the shower, and I need some rest so I can think clearly.

I must’ve fallen into a deep sleep without even realizing it because when the door opens, it startles me. Dante walks in carrying lunch, but he frowns when he sees the breakfast on its tray. “You need to eat.”

He sets the lunch and removes the breakfast tray, staring down at me.

“I’m not hungry.”

I turn and cover my head with the blankets. He sighs, and the doors close again.

I don’t move; I’m exhausted.

The door opens again, but this time I don’t even move.

“,”

he pulls the blanket down, and I freeze seeing Max’s eyes on mine. “You need to eat, sweetheart. You will make yourself sick.”

I don’t answer and pull the covers up again. He releases a breath and leaves the room.

The next day the door opens and closes; I can’t move from the bed. I don’t feel like doing anything. My body is exhausted, and so is my brain.

“,”

a sweet whisper echoes from the door, and I pull the blanket down. Bryn stands at the entrance, and I raise an eyebrow.

“Hi,”

I whisper, “Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yes,”

she enters and sits at the edge of the bed. “You?”

“Could be better,”

I say jokingly, looking around the room that has become a prison.

“You really need to eat, sweetie,”

she pets me on the leg.

“Why?”

I question as my eyes meet hers. She looks good and healthier; her cheeks look fuller, her eyes shine, and her hair is set in a perfect ponytail. The clothes are clean, and she smells like lavender, and that fills my heart. She was miserable outside with me; I know that. I just wish I could feel the same.

“They aren’t that bad, I promise.”

She states, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Right,”

I murmur and pull the covers back up.

She gets up, and I hear the door locking again.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but if I’m sick enough, maybe they will let me go… Or maybe I will just starve myself to death.

Another day goes by, and another.

“Fucking hell, .”

His words make me startle, my body jerking slightly as my gaze snaps toward him.

He pulls the covers down, and I can feel his hands reaching for my arms. I swing at him, but I’m too weak; my eyes are heavy. He moves quickly and pins them above my head. His face comes down, almost brushing his forehead to mine.

“You either eat on your own or I will feed it to you,”

Knox growls.

I shake my head.

“, don’t fucking play games with me. If this is your plan to get released, it’s a bad one.”

He continues pinning my hands. I hear another voice, and a spoon with something green comes near my lips. “Open your mouth, , now!”

He demands.

I continue to shake my head; I see him nodding, and a huge hand grabs my cheeks, pressing them as he pinches my nose, cutting off my air.

Gasping for air, I part my lips, and Knox sticks the spoon inside, making me cough, but he covers my mouth with his hand, and his icy blue eyes burn into mine.

“Just fucking eat, !”

Dante snaps as he hands another spoon to Knox.

“Open wide, or Dante will pinch your nose again.”

His tone is rough, the spoon in his hand coming near my lips. I look at him, anger rising inside my gut. “Don’t be a brat; open it.”

I don’t. To hell with them.

Knox takes a deep breath before climbing on the small bed, straddling me, pressing my body into the mattress. He grabs my nose, cutting off my air again. I try to hold my breath as much as I can, my lungs burning, fighting for air, but I can’t take it and open my mouth, and Dante shoves the spoon in again.

“We can do this all night until you’ve eaten everything, pet,”

Knox smirks, his thick thighs caging my body, his left hand pinning my arms above my head as his other hand reaches for my nose again.

I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of eating. Still, the way he is pinning my body is making me feel things again. His scent is fogging my brain, a hint of wood and something else. The way his muscles coil when he moves, the veins in the arm pinning me down, is making my blood run south, and I’m starting to feel something pulsing down there. Goddamnit, !

“Fine!”

I groan, my body shaking now, and my wrists feel sore with the strength of Knox’s grip. “Get off me!”

I demand, and Knox’s lips curl up in a devilish smile that doesn’t help my resolve at all!

He jumps off me, making me gasp, and I sit up; Dante places the tray over my knees. “Eat,”

he growls; his eyes move from mine to my breasts, and that’s when I realize my nipples are hard and piercing through the fabric of my shirt like two arrows.

I cross my arms, feeling the blush creeping up my neck.

“Leave!”

I scream, and Dante smirks, looking at Knox, whose eyes are also on my breasts now covered by my arms. “I’ll eat if you two leave.”

I bargain.

“Sure.”

Knox turns and exits first. Dante follows behind but not before glancing over his shoulder as I take a spoonful of vegetables to my mouth.

“Good girl.”

He growls, and it catches me off guard, making me cough the food out.

I can hear them laughing as the door closes.

After eating everything slowly, I can feel my stomach rumble. I take a deep breath and decide to pace around the room to help the food settle in. It's been days since I’ve eaten, so I’m afraid I might throw up.

There isn’t much I can do here, but maybe I can read one of these books. The shelf goes from floor to ceiling. It is half full, and most of the books are about cars; the others are about guns. Neither of them interests me, but it’s better than nothing.

I take two out and turn the pages; I will either leave this room as a gun expert or will be able to build a car with my own hands. As I keep removing the books and looking through the pages, I see a black plastic bag behind the books on the bottom shelf. I pull the bag out and start to unwrap whatever is saved inside.

I gasp as the magazines fall to the floor. It’s porn!

I pick them up and read the title of the top one.

What on earth?

There are over a dozen magazines in this bag. All seem to have the same theme, and they don’t look like the normal porn magazines I saw in my brother’s bedroom.

There are women tied with chains and a guy hanging from some device. There is a list of names, and one of them catches my attention.

Pet.

I sit on the floor, reading the title.

Pet, doll, dove… the list goes on.

I close the magazine and look at the title, written in black and silver gothic-style lettering.

D/s Den.

All the magazines have the same name, and none of them have pictures of naked women or even men on the cover.

Besides the title, this one has the hand of a woman, a black manicure, her wrists in handcuffs, and a male hand holding the cuff, pulling it up.

I pick another one, and it has the beautiful red, plump lips of a woman and a tattooed man’s finger pressing on her lower lip.

My heart races, and I feel the heat on my cheeks.

I see the numbers on them. They are out of order. There are twelve, so I search for the first one.

It says in the subtitle, I open it, and the first thing in bold black letters…

D - Dominant - a Dominant, or “Dom,”

is one half of a consensual power exchange dynamic.

Oh… Okay, this isn’t the first time I’ve heard about this. It was never my thing, but to be honest, being a virgin when the plague started didn’t help the need to learn more about anything sexual.

I continue reading, my curiosity piquing…

I hear the heavy footsteps on the steel stairs. I pick the magazines up, stuff them back into the plastic bag, and place them behind the blankets in the little closet.

Closing the door, I sit on the floor, picking up one of the books as the door opens and Dante walks in.

His eyebrows narrow; I can tell my face is red, and I’m breathing fast. “Are you okay?”

he asks, and I just nod, a little too fast, but Dante doesn’t seem to notice.

He keeps his stare on me before looking around the room.

“I can get you another type of book if you want.”

He kneels next to me. “I swear, doll, we are nothing like the Hunters.”

Doll.

A shiver runs down my spine, and it takes all my strength to control my breathing.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

He asks again and reaches to tuck a hair strand behind my ear.

“I think I have an infected cut on my rib.”

I blurted out. It doesn’t hurt or anything, but I need something to justify why I look so flushed and out of breath.

He stands and reaches out his hand. I look at it; big, thick fingers, his veins pulsing all up to his arm. That skull tattoo that covers his palm is beautiful, and I swallow before taking it.

He pulls me up and sits on the bed while pulling me to stand in front of him between his open legs.

“I will just raise your shirt enough to see the cut, okay?”

His calm and steady voice makes me relax a little.

He pulls my shirt up. My sweatpants are lower on my hips, and he sees the tattoo right over my hip bone. He frowns but doesn’t say anything and checks the cut. “It does look a little red. I’ll just get some stuff.”

He stands fast, and I flinch. “Sorry.”

He whispers.

“It’s fine,”

I whisper.

The way men move sometimes triggers me. I don’t know exactly how, but I know it has to do with that night with Cash, but for fuck’s sake, it was years ago—

“Ryker, stand here with . I need to get some alcohol and bandages.”

He calls out, and not even a minute after, Ryker walks in, worry on his face.

“Is she hurt?”

He looks up and down at me.

“I’m fine; it’s just a cut,”

I say, sitting on the bed.

Dante steps out, and Ryker sits next to me but gives enough room so we don’t touch. He smiles gently, and his eyes move to the books on the floor.

“Learning about guns, huh?”

He smiles, leaning to pick one up.

“Yeah, it might come in handy.”

I shrug, and he releases a laugh.

Max peeks in, and I see the way his eyes dart to Ryker. I’ve noticed the way these two look at each other, and I feel there is something more than just being brothers in arms.

“Everything alright here?”

Max asks, leaning against the door and crossing his arms over his broad chest, the fabric pulling on the seams. My eyes travel over his muscles and land on his belt.

Jesus, what is wrong with me?!

“Yeah, has a cut, and Dante went to get some stuff to disinfect it,”

Ryker responds, his eyes never leaving Max.

He just nods and leaves. Ryker releases a soft breath.

“He’s upset with you,”

I say, and Ryker turns to face me.

“Right?”

His words crack slightly as he waves a hand in the air, his frustration clear. “I don’t even know why!”

I stare at him, the raw pain in his expression stark against the hunger that flickers in his eyes. His body is tense, as if he’s trying to fight something inside.

Is he into Max? My mind starts to imagine these two powerhouses of men together, one chained as the other-

“Let me see it again.”

Dante comes in and cuts through my thoughts.

Goddamn!

He sits down as I stand in front of him. He pushes my shirt up, and I see Ryker from the corner of my eye staring at my stomach and my tattoo; he bites his bottom lip, and I can feel that damn redness traveling from my cheeks to my neck.

Dante notices it too. I can tell by the smirk on his lips as he looks up at Ryker, but neither one of them says a thing.

His hands move softly on my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. He makes a bandage and looks up at me, his hands resting on my hips right under my tattoo.

“Will take another look at it before bed,”

his voice is laced with something; his pupils dilated.

He gets up, and I move out of his way as he and Ryker head to the door. “I will bring you something to drink and eat.”

The door locks, and I release a sigh. My hands are shaking, and I feel my panties wet.

I look at the closet. My curiosity is pulling me back to those magazines. I need to learn more… I want to learn more!

Bryn

Dante and Ryker sit on the couch after playing pool, and I’m just sitting here, flipping through some boring romance book about a woman whose husband died in World War II. Now she’s grieving and dealing with her new neighbor. It’s dull, with no smut, no action. They kiss after God knows how many chapters, and I roll my eyes.

“Is she feeling better?”

Max asks Dante, and I look up.

“She’s sick?!”

I snap, slamming the book shut with more force than necessary.

Knox turns, his eyebrows narrowing.

“She’s not sick,”

Dante sighs. “She has a cut from when Knox threw her to the ground, and it’s a little infected.”

Knox’s lips curl up for just a second, but I catch it. I’ve been watching him and Dante closely, and I know those eyes. The longing in them. They want her badly.

“Reaper,”

Ryker laughs, and I keep my gaze on Knox. He has a nervous tell, cracking his neck, and he does it a lot when someone mentions .

Dante, on the other hand, clenches his hands, and Max rubs the back of his neck. I know all their tells by now.

I’m nothing like ; that’s the truth. I could never survive in the wilderness like she did, and if it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have, but when it comes to men, to this right here, I know what to do.

I know Knox and Dante don’t want me the way they want . It’s a shame because Dante is my type, but for now, I just want to stay here. So, all I need is to push toward them, and from the way she acted when they were all sitting on the couch the night she tried to run, the way Dante opened her legs to Knox and her breathing hitched, she was horny. No doubt about that.

Ethan, on the other hand, is all over me every chance he gets. We’ve only kissed once, but I can tell he wants more, and to be honest, I don’t mind. He’s hot as hell. That messy blond hair and tattoos on his arms and neck give him a bad-boy edge, and the way he devoured me with that kiss? God!

thinks these guys will own my body; she can’t wrap her head around the fact that I want them to. She assumes I owned the call girl business because I had no choice, but the truth? I opened it because I wanted to. I craved the way men worshipped me, the way they thought they dominated my body and mind, but in reality, I was in control.

My family was rich, and I was supposed to follow in my mother’s footsteps and work at her clinic, but I hated it. So, I took my trust fund, got an apartment near a military town, and opened my online business. First, it was just me, and I had enough clients to keep me occupied, but I needed more, so I started going to the local nightclubs and found a wonderful group of girls. Each of them was different, not only physically but mentally too. I opened a nightclub where my girls were safe to have a drink and meet with future clients. It was a success!

And let’s be real: looking at these five men, tall, tattooed, toned, and dominant, I could do worse. I have done worse. Those hunters in the forest before saved me? I still feel their hands on me, their rancid smell clinging to my skin.

“Do you need anything, Bryn?”

Ethan says always sweet and calm when he talks to me, his soft blue eyes radiating warmth, and I find him attractive but, most importantly, useful.

“No, thanks, Ethan.”

I smile softly; his hand comes up, and he brushes a piece of loose hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. His eyes move to my lips, and I can only think about kissing him again.

I bite my lip. I need him to make me come. I’ve been on edge all day; the situation with has kept me up all night. I worry about her; I like her a lot. When she said she was leaving, a part of me was gone, so I went up to the living room crying on purpose. I wanted them to ask for her as soon as she left so they had a better chance of catching her.

I knew damn well Knox would not let her go, not only for security reasons but because he wants her. That primal gleam in his eyes doesn’t lie.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

I stand up, and Ethan offers to take me. Knox glances up but thankfully doesn’t stop him.

“Behave,”

Max murmurs as we head downstairs.

I enter the bathroom, and as I’m about to close the door, Ethan pushes in. His eyes are fire, and my body shivers.

“Fuck Bryn, I need to taste you.”

He whispers as he pushes me against the wall. He kisses my neck softly, biting my earlobe, and I release a soft moan. “Shh, ’s room is right next to us. Keep it down, baby girl.”

His hand rubs down my ribs as he continues to kiss and bite my neck, my heart beating in my ears. I wrap my hands around his neck. “Ethan,”

I whisper.

He pushes off me, his beautiful eyes on me, a smirk on his face, and he starts to kneel in front of me, slowly placing his hands on my hips.

“You are so fucking hot.”

He gasps as his fingers unzip my jeans, pulling them down slowly. He kisses my thighs, biting the inner side. “Open your legs, babygirl,”

he commands, and I do as he asks.

“Good girl.”

His voice is laced with a dominant tone that makes my body tremble. I pant for air as he pulls my panties down.

I feel my entire body heating up, his eyes looking up at me, and he licks his lips. With a smirk, he kisses near my pussy, brushing his tongue around it, and I bite my lip hard to stop the moans from coming out. He comes closer, and I feel his warm breath on my clit and whimper softly. He starts to kiss around my clit. “You are so wet,”

he murmurs; his warm breath makes my walls clench.

I want him to lick me, to devour every inch of my pussy.

He looks up at me, those damn eyes, his pupils so dilated I can’t even see the blue in them. He darts his tongue out and licks from my entrance to my clit, and I let out a moan. My hip buckles, and my back arches from the cold tiles. Jesus, this feels so fucking good.

He starts to twirl his tongue around my clit, licking and sucking, lifting my left leg and putting it over his broad shoulder to give him better access as he shoves his tongue inside my entrance. His thumb makes small strokes on my clit, each with more pressure than the other. “That’s it, babygirl, ride my fucking tongue.”

Oh God, I feel the heat going down my spine. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, feeling a tingle on my pussy. He inserts a finger inside me, and I gasp; my walls clench around him.

“Harder, Ethan, please,”

I beg him.

“Begging already, my little slut?”

He chuckles, his tongue pressing on my clit, moving faster as his finger fucks me. “Let’s see if you can take another.”

He presses another one in, and my entire body feels like it was hit with thunder. I can’t stop the moans from leaving my mouth. My breathing increases as I try to ride his face. His hand on my hips to keep me in place makes it harder.

“So fucking needy.”

He finger-fucks me as he sucks my sensitive, swollen clit. The heat rises inside my core, and my entire body coils in pleasure. My nipples harden, and I reach for them, pinching the hard points over the fabric. I look down and see his blue eyes on me as he continues to lick me, his muscles moving in a way that makes me even wetter.

“Come in my mouth, babygirl.”

He growls, and that is enough to take me over the edge; his fingers fuck me so hard, and when they curl, I let out a yelp. My hips buckle, and my back arches. I grab his hair and pull it towards me. “That’s it.”

“Oh God, Ethan!”

My release hits me like a freight train. My entire body shakes so much that my legs crack, and I let my body fall. He catches me before I hit the floor but keeps his fingers fucking me, not stopping thrusting.

This guy is good with his tongue and fingers!

I’m lying on the bathroom floor, still panting, my hands on the wall, trying to stay seated.

“Fuck, you taste better than I thought.”

He smiles, his lips covered with my cum. He picks up the bottom of his shirt and cleans up.

“My turn.”

I bite my lip. His eyes sparkle, and I laugh.

There is so much hunger in his eyes, so much desire that it makes me want to suck him even more.

He stands up. His back is leaning against the wall as he unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down. I reach and pull his boxers down; he is hard as stone, pre-cum already dripping from the crown. I reach into him and lick it slowly, my eyes on his.

“Fuck Bryn.”

He grits out, and he reaches for my hair and grabs it, making me whine softly. “Open wide, babygirl,”

he demands.

I open my mouth and rub his crown all over my lips before positioning it inside, just an inch. I twirl my tongue around it, and more pre-cum falls inside my mouth.

I put my hands around his ass, pulling him in, and swallowing every inch of him. I start bobbing my head and sucking it.

He moans my name, his head tilting back, his grip tighter around my hair, and I feel it sting; the pleasure coursing through me.

“I need to fuck your mouth.”

He growls and starts thrusting harder. I feel his cock touching the back of my throat, and I gag. “Take it, Bryn, all of it.”

He fucks my mouth so hard tears fall from my eyes.

“Fuck!”

he groans, his body tensing, and I reach his balls with my fingers, pressing gently on them while keeping the suction on his cock as he thrusts in and out.

“That’s it. You will swallow every drop, you hear me?”

He moves even faster. My neck starts to hurt, and my scalp burns with the pull he is making. I feel his balls coil, and then he freezes, his entire body rigid, and his cum shoots inside my throat, and I swallow as he thrusts one more time, and I milk out every drop.

“That’s it, my little slut, all of it.”

He hisses, his voice laced with mischief, and his eyes blazing. He tilts his head back as the last drop falls. His breathing is heavy, his chest rising and falling fast, and small drops of sweat cover his chest.

His muscles are tight, his six-pack moves uncontrollably, and his hands caress my hair as he comes down from his release.

“You are good at this!”

He chuckles.

I smile innocently at him. He hasn’t seen anything yet, but I can’t show him all my tricks. I need him to want me, to worship me.

He helps me up, pulling me up by my shoulders, kissing me on the lips, “Clean your face or they will know exactly what happened.”

He winks with a smirk playing on his lips.

I look in the mirror over the sink. My face is red, cheeks wet with tears shed, and my lips are swollen. I splash water, getting it in my mouth and spitting it out, pressing my cold fingers on my lips to bring them down at least a bit.

He cleans up. His face is also red around his mouth. There is no way the guys won’t notice. “You should take some time to let that redness pass.”

I chuckle, and he nods, leaning on the tiles and crossing his arms.

“At least for now, but they will know you’re mine. I don’t care what Knox says.”

He says confidently, but I doubt Ethan dares to go against the massive beast that is Knox.

“Let’s give it time,”

I say. I have no intention of being claimed this early.

It’s been a little over a week, and even though Ethan is already wrapped around my fingers, I would feel more secure to have at least another one on my side, and I think Ryker might be the next one.

I’ll make my move, although Dante is the one I would love to feel between my legs. I just have to study him more and know what makes him tick.