Page 108 of Revenge Saints

He’sdevouringher like a starved animal.

Her head’s tossed back, chest rising in sharp, breathless waves.

The blood in my brain drains south in a blink. My cock throbs against my pants, begging to be let loose.

She moans again. Soft, desperate.

I shift in my chair, legs twitching like I’m ready to bolt.

But Dante pushes her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. She’s naked now.

“Turn around,” he orders, and she obeys without hesitation.

Slowly, her eyes find mine.

Her cheeks flush, her lips part, and my chest caves in.

My cock fights the fabric, the sight of her bare, nipples taut andpointed right at me like a fucking invitation.

I lick my lips. Swallow hard.

Shit.

“Dante…” she breathes.

My gaze drops as he slides his hand between her legs, his fingers disappearing into that soaked little cunt.

She moans, rising onto her tiptoes, leaking into his palm.

His thumb circles her clit. She rocks into him, grinding, chasing it, those soft noises turning into somethingwrecked.

Then he pulls his fingers free and pulls his cock out, right under her.

Motherfucker.

“Sit.” He is calm and commanding.

She lowers herself onto him with trembling thighs, his cock sliding in slowly. Every ridge, every piercing, gone one by one inside her.

Her lips part around a moan, and he hums, “Good girl.”

“Oh God…” she whimpers.

“Open your eyes,” he says. “Look at him while you ride my cock.”

His hands grip her hips, guiding her up, down, and grinding forward.

And she does it. She looks at me.

And fuck, my hand is palming my cock before I even think. Her gaze locks on mine. She moans as she bounces on him, and I swear, I’ve never wanted to ruin someone so much in my fucking life.

“That’s it, doll. Clench those fucking wallsaround me,” Dante growls, his hips snapping up to meet hers.

“Knox…” She purrs. “Please.”

Still looking at me. Tears shimmer in her eyes.

Fuck this.