Page 24 of Revenge Saints (BloodHawks Duet #2)

“Aspen, doll…” I lower her down slowly, my thumb lifting her chin until her eyes meet mine, green and bright, rimmed with tears. “Fuck, I missed you.”

I don’t wait. I crash my mouth to hers, all desperation and hunger. Her lips are soft, so fucking soft, and she melts into me like she never left.

“I missed you too,” she whispers against my lips.

I’d almost forgotten how her touch sets me on fire. How her kiss drowns out everything but her. I press her closer, my hands sliding down her back, ready to pull her in and never let go—

But I stop myself.

Because if I touch her the way I want to right now, I’ll take her to the nearest room and won’t stop until she’s screaming my name into the mattress.

I pull back, breath ragged.

“You need to talk to Knox.”

Her eyes flicker, still dark with desire, but she nods.

“He hates me,” she whispers.

“He doesn’t hate you,” I say, brushing my thumb across her cheek, seeing the bruise. “He’s just… hurt. But he’ll understand.”

He fucking better.

We walk inside the house.

Knox is on the couch, shirtless, leaned back like he’s trying to hold something in. His chest rises hard, jaw tight. He doesn’t even look at us.

“Knox,” Aspen says his name gently. So soft it makes my chest ache.

Max and Ryker stop whatever they’re doing in the kitchen, turning to look.

She steps forward, hands trembling slightly. “I’m sorry. I had to do something.”

She reaches out, fingers brushing his leg.

His eyes snap open. He stands in one fluid, tense movement.

She flinches.

And fuck , that hurts worse than anything .

Knox’s expression shifts, eyes narrowing, mouth curling into a sad smirk like her reaction just proved everything he’s been telling himself.

“Right,” he murmurs. Then he moves past her and heads for the door.

“Where are you going?” Ryker asks.

“Shower,” he grunts without turning back.

The door shuts behind him.

“Well… that went well,” Ryker mutters, rubbing a hand over his face as he walks over to me. He pulls me into a hug, strong and tight.

“Missed you, brother.”

“I missed you too,” I say, hugging him back.

“You can take the room in the back,” Max cuts in, eyes flicking toward the hallway. “Me and Ryker will crash in the living room.”

Knox walks in just long enough to grab a towel. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t look at her.

“No. I’ll sleep in the living room. You and Ryker take the other,” he mutters, then walks right back out.

“Fuck.” I exhale, rubbing a hand down my face.

Aspen’s eyes are locked on the door, like she’s trying to follow him with her soul.

I step closer, run my fingers along the base of her spine. “Give him tonight, doll. Let him cool off.”

She turns to me with a soft, broken smile.

“I’m gonna shower. Will you wait for me in the bedroom?” I whisper. My throat tightens. It comes out rougher than I mean it to .

“Yeah… of course.” She disappears down the hall, the click of the door echoing in my chest.

The sun’s already risen, but I can’t think about sleep. Not until I’m buried inside her. Not until she reminds me I’m still alive.

Max and Ryker head outside. Knox finishes his shower and grumbles as he tugs on a pair of sweatpants.

“There’s a connection to the well outside. Water’s cold as fuck.”

“Good.” I strip off my clothes. His gaze drops to my shoulder.

“You need a new bandage.”

“I’ll deal with it later.” The water hits me like ice, but it doesn’t do shit to the heat in my blood. I wash fast. My cock’s half-hard, even under the freezing spray. When I turn to grab my jeans, Knox is gone. Just a towel on the floor. I wrap it around myself and head to the bedroom.

When I open the door, I nearly trip over my own feet.

Aspen’s sprawled across the center of the bed naked. My eyes drag over every inch of her, every bruise, every scar, and stop at the bandage on her thigh.

She catches me looking and smiles. “I fell.”

“You fell?” I step closer, and she nods, biting her lip like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

Her eyes rake over my body. My chest, my arm, my inked-up hand.

She points to my shoulder. “Will that be a problem?” She teases, sultry and soft.

“No fucking way, doll.” My lips twitch as I drag my tongue across the bottom one, the taste of need thick on it. I want to bury my face between her thighs and make her come so hard she forgets I ever left.

She shifts slightly, fingers trailing beside her hip, and that’s when I see it.

A small knife.

Her fingertips toy with the handle like it’s a promise.

“Fuck, Aspen,” I groan. My heart’s about to break through my ribs.

I step between her legs, my gaze devouring her. The bruises make something inside me shiver, not fear, but rage and reverence.

“Open your legs,” I rasp. “I want to see your pussy.”

She does more than that.

She spreads wide and pinches her nipple, twisting it, breathing heavily.

“Fuck it.”

I crawl over her and slam my mouth onto hers, tongues clashing, teeth dragging. I thrust my tongue into her mouth like I’m already inside her, claiming every inch.

My hand slides down her body. I grip my cock, throbbing and ready, and position it at her entrance.

“Eyes on me, Aspen,” I growl.

She meets my gaze, and I drive into her, hard.

Her back arches, a cry ripping from her throat, but I don’t stop. I can’t. I thrust harder, deeper, the bed creaking and slamming against the wall.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper against her skin, losing control .

“I need more, Dante,” she moans in my ear.

And then I see it, the glint of the blade in her hand.

I sit up, still deep inside her, the sight of her slick and soaked cunt wrapped around me driving me insane.

I tap my chest, right above my heart. “Cut here.”

Her eyes widen. “What? No. You do it.”

“I will,” I smirk at the panic in her eyes. “But you first. I want to bleed for you.”

She’s shaking now, her hand trembling beneath mine. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh, doll…” I guide the blade to my chest, pressing it down until it slices, slow and shallow. My breathing turns ragged. The sting makes my cock twitch, and she clenches around me so tight I nearly lose it.

“Fuck,” I groan, tipping my head back.

Blood trickles down my chest. Her eyes are dark, lips parted.

Then she leans in and licks it, her tongue drags across my skin, savoring the taste, moaning as she clenches again around my cock. My rhythm stutters, hips snapping forward.

“God, I missed you,” I growl.

She trembles under me, licking her lips, a smear of my blood staining the corner of her mouth.

I lean down and suck it; tasting my blood on her is divine. She is fucking divine.

Pulling out, I drag my piercing over her clit, circling her until her hips start moving with me. Her eyes flutter shut, mouth parting with soft, helpless moans. I feel her body tense beneath me, trembling legs fighting to stay open for me.

Then I stop.

She gasps, blinking up at me like I just pulled her back from the edge. Her breath’s shaky, chest heaving, those gorgeous tits rising and falling with every needy inhale.

“Please, Dante,” she mumbles.

I lean down and flick my tongue over one of her nipples, teasing, then bite down just enough to make her cry out.

“Dante,” she moans, breathless.

“What, doll?” I grunt as I bite harder, the sting making her back arch. “Use your words.”

“I want more,” she begs.

Fuck. My little doll likes pain more than I thought.

I sit back up and twirl the knife in my hand. Her eyes lock onto it, lip caught between her teeth as she bites it.

“Where?” I ask.

She points next to her nipple, and I smirk.

“What did I say?” I slap her cunt with a sharp smack, just enough to make her gasp, and thrust into her, hard and deep. She cries out, her walls fluttering around me, gripping every one of my piercings like she’s never letting go.

“Use.”

Thrust.

“Your.”

Thrust.

“Words. ”

I slam into her again, so hard the bed jerks beneath us.

“God, Dante!” She cries.

“Trust me, doll. God doesn’t want to see what I’m about to do to you.”

I press the knife on her skin, right where she asked. “Now beg.”

There’s a pause, a delicious beat of silence, then her eyes spark and her lips part like a sin being spoken into existence.

“Cut me, Dante. Make me bleed for you… like you bled for me.”

Fuck me.

I press the blade in, slow, just enough to break the skin. A bead of blood wells up, and she shivers. I drag it down in a clean, controlled line, just beneath her nipple. The blood runs down her chest, across her ribs, sliding over her stomach.

I lean down and lick it up, slowly, my cock twitching inside her like it’s about to explode. She moans, writhing beneath me, her thighs tightening around my hips like she’s trying to keep me there forever.

Reaching between us, I circle her clit with my fingers, fast, dirty, perfect rhythm. My thrusts speed up, matching the tempo of her cries, the wet heat of her wrapped so tight around me I can barely breathe.

Her whole body tightens. Her nails dig into my back. Then she shatters .

Her orgasm rips through her like a fucking wave. Spine bowing, legs shaking, moaning my name over and over. Her walls pulse around me, gripping me so tight I can’t hold back .

“Fuck, Aspen,” I groan, hoarsely, as my release crashes over me. I bury myself deep and come hard inside her, every twitch, every pulse wrung out by her heat, her sounds, her fucking soul wrapped around mine.

We’re a mess of sweat, blood, and pleasure.

But fuck, she’s perfect.