Page 26 of Revenge Saints

“I,” Another moan, breathy and helpless.

I smile against her skin and press her tighter to me. I want her to feel it, how hard I am for her, how fucking ready I am to fuck her.

Her eyes fly open, lips parted, breath shallow.

“Tell me what you want.” I want her to say it. I need her to use those lips and tell me exactly what she wants from me.

She hesitates. I let go of her just enough to feel the shift, her brows drawn together, that fire in her eyes coming back. And there it is, the anger in her face.

“I want you to fuck me,” she blurts, cheeks still red, but her voice doesn’t shake. It’s steady and fierce.

“Good girl.”

I say it like I’m in control. Like this is just about fucking. But my chest is caving in, because deep down, I know it’s more; it’s a way to cope, to forget the shit we are in, even if just for a few hours.

I scoop her into my arms, careful with her leg, her body melting into mine like she was made to fit here.

She hides her face in my neck, but I stop at the front door. I lean in close, my mouth brushing her ear.

“Don’t be shy now, pet… One of these days, you’re going to fuck all of us at the same time.”

Her head snaps up, eyes wide, mouth falling open in that perfectlittle ‘O’, and fuck, it’s too good. I let out a low laugh. She’s still gaping when I walk in.

I make the joke because I know it’ll snap her out of the spiral. I smirk like I’m fine. Like I’m not thinking about how much pain she’s hiding under that fire.

I carry her in like I’m strong enough for both of us. Maybe if I pretend long enough, I will be.

Max and Ryker glance up from the couch. Ryker’s hunched over the table, sketching the base from memory, the layout detailed like only he can do.

I nod once, and they both smirk.

“Enjoy your evening, Aspen,” Ryker says with amusement.

She tenses, then lifts her head like a queen. She meets their eyes. “I will. Make sure you two do too.”

She buries her face again. “I can’t believe I just said that.” And I hold a laugh in, trying not to piss her off.

I kick the door open and carry her in, laying her gently on the bed before turning to close it. My eyes flick to the wood for a second, but my thoughts are everywhere.

I want to bury myself in her. Right now. But I can’t, not with her leg like that.

It’s too dangerous. I’m on the fucking edge here, and if I lose control, I’ll pull her too hard, grip her wrong, and tear open her stitches. And that, I’d never forgive myself for.

“Knox?” Her whisper yanks me back.

I turn, and there she is, sitting up on the bed. Her wounded legis stretched straight, the other bent casually. And fuck me, those nipples, hard and begging under that shirt. My jaw clenches.

“Aspen…” I drag a hand down my face. “I can’t fuck you.”

She nods like she knew I’d say that. No pushback. No pouty tantrum. Just… acceptance.

I sit beside her, my fingers brushing the hair from her face. She’s so damn beautiful like this, unguarded, flushed, still full of fire despite the pain.

“Don’t think I don’t want to,” I growl, cupping her chin and tilting her head up. “You felt how hard I am for you. But your leg’s still torn up, and if I lose it when I’m inside you… I might hurt you. I’d tear those stitches open fucking you hard.”

“Oh.”It’s a soft sound from her lips. Then a smirk flickers across her mouth before she hides it behind a little pout.

I laugh and shake my head.“But I’ll still make you come, pet.”