Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
SAINT
I can feel her body shake underneath mine. But I can also feel how soaked her cunt is.
Fuck, her pussy feels amazing. It’s so tight, and the warmth…like a fucking oven.
Letting go of her throat, I lean up and watch my cock fuck her pussy. A smile plays on my face. “Will you look at that?” I pull out, and she slumps against the altar. I wrap my hand around my cock and run it up and down, smearing the blood on my hand and then shove it back into her.
I slap her ass with my bloody hand. “You’re such a good girl for bleeding on my cock.” She whimpers, her shoulders shaking. I want her to know that she did exactly what I told her she’d do.
I’m on a mission tonight, even if that meant hurting her. If I had to rip her open, she would prove to the Lords that she’s mine. Forever.
She can heal later.
Reaching up, I grab a fistful of her hair, and she doesn’t even scream. The cathedral is full of her heavy breathing and soft cries. I’ve still got my mask and jeans on. All I did was remove my cloak and unzip my jeans to pull my cock out.
We don’t have to be naked.
The Lords have humiliated us enough. Tonight is the night we get to reap the rewards of our loyalty. Tonight is the night I get to claim my sweetheart in front of everyone who wishes they were me.
“Saint.” My name falls from her lips, and I smile, loving the way it sounds.
“That’s it, Ash. Tell them who is fucking you. Who fucking owns you.” I slam forward, and she shudders. Her cunt tightly hugs my bloody cock. I’ve only ever dreamed of her like this. It felt like it was never going to come true. My hand drops between us, and my thumb presses on the vibrating butt plug. I have it turned down somewhat. Just enough to give her a little extra.
“Saint!” She cries out this time when I pull my cock out and push forward.
Her pussy is soaking wet. This is what this life is about—control. Dominance.
Her hands fist, her thighs shaking as her cunt clenches down on me like a vise. I smile as she comes all over my dick. “That’s a good girl,” I praise, and she gasps, trying to catch her breath. “Coming for me like the whore you are.” I push the mask to the top of my head, lean over, and kiss the side of her tear-streaked face. “Now it’s my turn.” Letting go of her, I stand to my full six-foot-five height, grip her hips, and slam into her over and over.
So hard that I’m sweating and breathless by the time my balls tighten. I push forward one last time, holding myself balls deep, and come inside her. I’m proud of myself that I lasted that long. I already came twice today jacking off.
When I pull out, cum and blood drip from the tip of my cock, and she lies bent over the altar, crying and spent like a doll I just used. “That’s just the beginning, sweetheart.” I slap her ass that already has my handprint on it and leave the plug in.
FIFTEEN
ASHTYN
The next hour is a blur as I sit in the front pew with Saint next to me. I’m glad I’m too fucked up to witness my brother take his chosen.
I feel drunk—more than I did earlier when I arrived. I’m not sure if that’s the orgasm or the actual liquor hitting me.
I bled.
I want to scream it to the world. Is it weird that I want to rub it in my mother’s and her therapist's faces? Probably. But when you’ve been told you can’t do something, you want to show them that you can, in fact, do it, and I did.
I also got off. Saint made the pain feel good. I have never experienced anything like it. It was more than what I ever thought possible.
My heavy eyes fall to my thigh, where Saint’s hand rests. His ring with the Lords crest on it feels cold against my burning skin. I have bruises. They cover my wrists and dot my thighs. I’m sure there are more that my dress currently covers.
After he finished with me, he untied me and slipped my dress back on, leaving the cuffs in place along with the plug. I can feel his cum inside me. My thighs are slick with a mixture of both of our cum and sweat. They still shake.
It was like an earthquake hit my body. If I had been standing, it would have put me on my knees. Hell, he had to help me to my seat.
Saint taps my thigh before standing. I look up, and my heavy eyes scan the room to see that Haidyn is done with his chosen. He was the last to go. I know of her from Barrington, but we’re not close.