Page 87 of Desecrated Saints
“You look so beautiful, bent over and glistening for me, Eight.”
“No time,” I groan, feeling the hard press of his cock against my entrance. “Make me forget what that son of a bitch has done to us.”
Seven’s fingers bury in my crop of hair, wrenching the short strands. Without warning, he surges inside of me. I cry out, full to the brim with his impressive length. It takes some adjustment, but he doesn’t give me time to get comfortable before starting to move.
“Scream for me, Patient Eight. Let that bastard hear his failure. We’re still here. We’re fucking alive.”
His thrusts set a relentless pace. Each stroke of his cock adds fuel to the flames, burning all rationality to a crisp and leaving my mind empty. I can’t focus on anything but the man worshipping me in every violent way I want. His palm bruises me, hitting my ass over and over.
The beat of a familiar helicopter breaks our gasping tangle. Knowing we could get caught at any moment adds to Seven’s urgency. It’s like he’s hammering his rage into me, expelling the madness in the only way he knows how. Hurting someone.
I let my release build, spiralling higher and higher. Every muscle in my body is quivering and ready to explode. The helicopter touches down outside with a loud whirring sound.
“Sev,” I moan. “We have incoming.”
“Silence, Eight. I’m not done with you.”
Reaching around to tweak my clit again, the sharp burst of sensation sets my body alight. I scream out my orgasm, barely able to hold myself up against the wall. Seven’s strokes become more ragged, relentlessly beating into me. Just as I expect him to finish, he pulls out and spins me around.
“On your knees, princess.”
“What?”
The sharp slap of his hand against my face sends bolts of electricity down my spine. Not able to process the strike, Seven’s hand on my shoulder forces me to kneel before him. The savagery in his molten eyes should scare me. I’m entirely at the mercy of the violent beast that lives within him.
“Open wide. Show me how well you can swallow my come, and I promise not to tell your stupid little boyfriends about our plan to kill Lazlo.”
It’s like his claws are buried deep in my mind, pulling all the right strings. My mouth falls open, ready and waiting to accept his shaft. With his cock nudging the back of my throat, Seven releases a bellowing grunt.
He fills my mouth with salty warmth. Pumping several more times before sliding his dick from between my lips, Seven watches intently. Without breaking eye contact, I swallow every last drop of come from my tongue, even stopping to lick my lips.
“Did I do a good job?” I ask innocently.
There’s awe in his eyes.“You’re fucking breathtaking.”
“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”
Finding my feet, I hurry to pull my clothes back into place. Seven doesn’t protest as I march back up to him and capture his lips in a fast and furious kiss, ensuring he can taste his own seed in my mouth. His low grumble of approval has me wanting to bend over all over again.
“Jesus, Brooke.”
I still, confused. “What did you just call me?”
Seven looks equally unnerved by his own slip-up. Shaking his head, he focuses on fastening his trousers, ignoring my stare.
“Come on.” He offers me his hand. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Let’s go hand this sack of shit over to Hunter. We can keep what’s left when they’re done.”
Digging my heels in, I don’t follow.
Seven stops and looks over his shoulder at me.
“What is it?”
“It’s just… I… well, I care about you, Sev. Deep down, you’re a better person than you think you are. I just thought you should know that.”
The frown on his face deepens. Seven doesn’t understand and process feelings like the rest of us, though he’s changing with each day spent back in the real world. For a moment, I think I spot a flare of hope in his gaze. It’s quickly extinguished.
“You shouldn’t care about me,” he deadpans without emotion. “I’m not worth caring about. You have your family. You don’t need me adding to the burden.”