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“Yep.” He opens his nightstand. “But first we’ve got to get you ready.”
I frown at his choice of words.
He grabs my arm, yanking me off the bed and spins me around to face it. “Bend over, chest on the bed,” he commands.
I don’t question him. I’m too excited to get out of here. I love being here with him, but I just wish it was our place and under different circumstances. Although I’m grateful he saved me, I don’t feel safe here. But thankfully, I haven’t had to watch anyone be tortured, and my therapy session this week was like it used to be—I sat there and refused to answer any of her questions about my sex life.
I’ve tried changing my mindset to Saint and I are on vacation in the middle of nowhere, and no one can find us.
Stretching my arms out above my head, I lie across the edge of the bed smelling the clean linen sheets. My brand has healed nicely, and it no longer hurts. Every now and then, I’ll move a certain way and be reminded it’s there, but for the most part, it’s okay.
He spreads my legs wide as he stands between them. I jump when I feel his fingers on my pussy. “Saint, I’m so sore.” I remind him.
“I know, sweetheart.” His fingers run along my swollen lips to my ass, smearing what I recognize as lube. “Just relax. Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah.” I breathe, letting out a deep breath.
“Good girl,” he praises, pushing a finger into my ass. I moan, my hands gripping the sheets. He thrusts it in and out of me until I’m rocking back and forth on it.
“That’s it.” His free hand gently rubs my back. “Feels good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Mm-hmm.” I moan. My heavy eyes closing.
He adds a second finger, and I whimper. He doesn’t give me time to adjust to them before he enters a third.
I cry out rising on my tiptoes. “Saint.” I go to stand, but his hand on my back shoves me down, holding me in place.
“Almost there, Ash. So close.”
I bury my face into the mattress, arching my ass for him, and he removes them just as I think I can’t hold my breath anymore. Letting it out, I relax, but it’s short lived as I feel something hard and cold being pressed into my ass. I cry out once again, and he slides the butt plug in place, filling my ass, and it reminds me of the vow ceremony.
“Good girl.” I feel the head of his dick at my pussy.
“Saint, I need to pee…”
“You can hold it,” he argues, and tears sting my eyes at the burning sensation of him stretching me. I’m so sensitive. He grabs my arms and brings them behind my back. Pinning them in place, he fucks me into the side of the mattress. Hard and fast. His body slamming against mine.
I can tell it’s about him. I won’t get to come.
“I can feel the balls from the butt plug in your ass.” He groans. “Fuck, sweetheart.” His knees spread mine wider, and he readjusts my arms into one of his hands while the other grips my hair and shoves me face-first into the sheets.
I try to breathe but get nothing. My arms fight his hold, but it does no good. And honestly, I don’t want him to stop or let up. I like the fight. My sheer helplessness to his power and strength. I’m a slut for him.
The sound of him moaning makes me weak. I clench my soaked pussy, and he slams forward, holding his body into mine when I feel his cock throb inside me.
After a second, he yanks my head up, and I’m gasping for air as my vision goes in and out. He lets go of my arms and they fall to the side when he leans over and kisses my tear-streaked cheek.
I tremble when he grabs my arm and pulls me to stand. Turning me to face him, he wraps his hand around my throat, forcing me to arch my neck to look up at him. His green eyes search mine as he speaks. “How do you feel?”
“Unsatisfied,” I answer honestly while my knees shake.
A smirk graces his perfect lips before he leans down, pressing them to mine. I open for him, wanting him to devour me. Swallow my fucking soul and make me his servant. Saint is all I have left. In a matter of one night, I lost everyone I’ve ever loved. Not like any of them ever loved me. Not like Saint does. I regret ever running from him after what I saw him do to that woman here at Carnage. I made a mistake, and he’s right. He’d never hurt me. Not like that.
Slowing the kiss down, he pulls away, and my heavy eyes open to look up at him. His hand lowers from my neck to my chest, and he plays with my hard nipples.
I press my body into him, moaning and feel his cum leak from my desperate pussy. “Please, Saint?” I whimper when the pain takes my breath away.
“You’re going to have to work for that, sweetheart.” He taunts me, and I groan.
