Page 142 of Revenge Saints

“Good girl,” I growl. “You’re taking him so fucking well.”

When Ryker’s buried to the hilt, Aspen moans, and her body shudders between them.

I move back just a little, watching her adjust, watching the way she clenches around both of them, filled so deep she’s shaking.

Then she lifts her gaze to mine, eyes glassy and unfocused, lips parted like she’s still catching her breath. There’s a flush high on her cheeks, something soft and dangerous in her expression, and then she licks her lips. Slow. Deliberate. Like she knows exactly what it does to me.

Her voice is wrecked but clear: “Knox… I want your cock in my mouth.”

Fuck.

Every muscle in me tightens. My cock twitches.

I slide off the couch, standing in front of her. Her head tips back, her lips already parted.

“Open wide, pet,” I murmur, undoing my belt. “You’re going to make me lose control.”

And she smiles, so proud of herself.

I drag my cock from my jeans, aching to be inside her. I plant one foot on the couch beside Max’s leg and grip her hair as she opens for me, so eager, obedient, and fucking beautiful.

Her lips wrap around me, and I groan. It rips from my chest. Raw, guttural, barely human.

Fuck.

Her mouth is hot, and she moves her tongue with an expertise that makes me forget she barely had any experience before falling into our trap. The piercings slide over her lips, and I watch them disappear.

I look down and see her body still shaking, full of Max and Ryker, both pounding into her, almost burying themselves inside her for good.

Ryker’s rhythm turns brutal. His hands grip her waist, his shoulders tense, and the veins in his neck pop as he fucks into her tight little ass.

Max isn’t far behind. He thrusts up into her soaked slit, matching Ryker’s pace, sweat pouring down his chest as he groans.

And she’s still sucking me, but I want more.

I need to bury myself inside her cunt.

She moans around me, the sound vibrating through my cock, and my muscles tighten. My hand fists in her hair, pulling harder. She winces but doesn’t stop.

I yank her mouth off me, panting.

“You want me to come on your throat?”

She gasps; lips slick. Her eyes flick up to mine.

And then she whispers,

“No.” It’s soft. Barely there, but it lands like a punch.

My chest goes tight and my jaw locks.

I step back immediately.

Don’t argue.

Don’t speak.

I just… move.