Page 133 of Revenge Saints

Behind us, I hear metal. That sound. Knox.

“Where’s the knife?” he asks roughly.

My blood spikes.

I keep finger-fucking her as I glance over my shoulder. Knox is by the table, shirtless, muscles coiled tight. He picks up a long, sleek blade, the one Dante uses, the one he has used on Aspen.

But that’s not all; Dante walks over and tosses him something else.

I don’t stop working her over, but I know what’s coming.

Knox steps behind her. Blade in hand. Eyes black, Dante flanks him, holding something behind his back.

They’re coming for her.

Dante

The fireplace crackles behind us, but the heat doesn’t come from the flames; it comes from her. From the way her body arches, sweat dripping down her chest, her legs shaking, moans falling from her lips like fucking prayers.

Max’s tongue is buried in her. Ryker’s on his knees, lips wrapped around Max’s cock, and fuck, if that isn’t the most obscene, beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

We’ve always been open. But this? Watching them give in to each other while devouring her like she’s their altar? This feels like victory.

Aspen shakes. Her moans get louder, more desperate.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Max says, voice low and coaxing. “Come for me.”

Her body convulses, her scream rips through the room, and I’m already behind her, holding her waist to keep her from swinging too hard. The belts creak, her wrists strain. She sobs Max’s name. “Max, please, I can’t,” But he doesn’t stop.

He licks her through it. Slower now, gentler, but he’s not letting go until she gives him everything.

Ryker rises, moving beside him. He slips a finger inside her pussy, slow, tender, coaxing.

She moans, eyes clenched shut, completely wrecked, but we’re not done.

“Now let’s play.” Knox steps forward, face unreadable. Controlled. But his eyes? They’re pure fire.

“I can’t take more,” she whispers, trembling like a thread.

Knox brushes his thumb over her lips.

“You can, pet,” he murmurs. “We’ll show you what it means to be worshipped.”

He unzips.

His pierced cock springs free, thick and already soaked with precum, and Aspen gasps at the sight of him, eyes wide, and even if she says she can’t take more, I can see it in the way she is looking at him.

“Knox, I don’t know if I,” She falters.

“You can use your safe word,” he says with a fucking grin, knowing damn well she won’t.

Her head shakes slowly, so he grabs her hips and thrusts in, hard, without any hesitation.

“Knox!” she screams, head falling back. He holds still, letting her adjust, feel all of him.

I step beside her, blade in hand. She sees it and holds her breath.

“You ready?” I ask, trailing the knife lightly down her stomach.