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“You are perfect, and if anyone makes you think any differently, then I’ll fuck them up.”
Never fall for the bad boy. The rule was simple. Easy. Except somewhere along the way, I think I broke the one and only rule there was. And I know now there’s no going back to the way it was before. Before Saint Devereaux.
She’s dangerous, and she doesn’t even realize the effect that she has on me.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about eating your sweet little cunt since you came on my face at the rink.” I nip at the inside of her thigh before making it better with my tongue. “I’m fucking obsessed with it. All I do is think about fucking my tongue into your tight little hole, getting it ready for my fingers, stretching it open wide for me.”
“Now, be my good girl and sit on my face,” I grunt as I flop down onto the mattress beside her, pulling her tight little body over me. Her eyes widen. “W-what? I can’t just… sit on you.” I chuckle. “Yeah the fuck you can. Now, get up here and let me drown in you, Lennon.”
“Grab onto the headboard and ride my tongue. Don’t stop until I’m soaked.”
she’s become the only real friend I have. Outside of Ma, the most important person to me.
“Oh God,” I groan, my eyes falling shut. “It’s just the tip, Saint!” His chuckle is low and gravelly. “You can take it. I know you can. Show me how much that tight little cunt was made for me, Lennon, made to take my big cock.”
I’m going to lick my girl’s swollen, little pussy until every fucking drop is on my tongue.”
“You know what you taste like, Golden Girl?” I look down at him, cataloging his hard, possessive stare, mouth hovering over my pussy. “Mine.”
She has no fucking clue that she’s art in the purest form, and I’d ink her onto my skin in a heartbeat.
I’m the only one who can make you come this hard, the only one who’s going to make you come period. Golden Girl: Are you though? Might have to test this “theory” Saint: then it’s on you when he ends up with two broken arms and can’t even make himself come. Saint: You know how much I love to fight baby, don’t try me Saint: Wear my favorite skirt today Golden Girl: And since when do I listen to anything you say? Saint: Since you want my tongue on your pussy Saint: Be a good girl and listen.
“Was that…” She trails off, her expression turning shy. “Did I…” I smirk, my chest swelling with possessiveness, “Yeah, baby, you just squirted all over my fucking face, and it was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my goddamn life.”
“Rub your clit, baby. Get your pussy ready for me to fuck it. Make it wet and slippery for me to bury my cock in,”
“Fuuuuck, Lennon, my good fucking girl, letting me fill her throat with my cum. Drink every fucking drop, baby.”
I’m addicted to Saint Devereaux, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful, Lennon. Look at you coming apart for me, coating your fingers in your creamy cum.”
“Why did you do that?” I mumble, the sound still throaty from my cries. “Because it’s mine, baby. You chose me, Lennon, and this is me choosing you.” My mouth falls open, silence filling the room. Oh my fucking God. This man just… he just sucked my promise ring off my finger because he’s… because it’s his?
“I’m going to fuck you like I hate you, but it’s only because I know how hard you’ll come, baby.”
“Now, come for me, baby,” he groans. “Come with me as I pump you full of cum.”
“Yet another little outfit that I want to flip up and fuck you in.”
“Don’t listen to him. He loves me. He’s just afraid of commitment, so he does it secretly.” “I tolerate you. Big difference,”
“You staying in the group chat says otherwise. Just admit it—we’re friends, and you love me,” Bennett says, and Saint just shakes his head. “Because you kept adding me five thousand goddamn times. My phone kept going off 24/7.” “Potato… po-tah-to. The point is you stayed,”
It’s slightly ironic that Bennett is the golden retriever to Saint’s black cat. Clearly night and day.
I’m down to go to the boy aquarium.” A deep laugh slips out of Bennett, his head shaking. “Boy aquarium? The fuck does that even mean?” She shrugs. “Glass… with hockey boys inside. A… fishbowl? You know what? Never mind.” Her laugh is soft, suddenly shy as she drops her gaze and looks down at the empty straw paper on the table. “I like it, blondie.” He grins. Is my best friend… flirting with Bennett?
“I don’t know what I’m doing, Lennon. And I’m fucking terrified. Terrified that I’m going to fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to me, terrified that I’ll never be worthy of you no matter how hard I try. But you’re in here.” His fingers curve around my wrist as he lifts my hand and places it on his chest, directly over his heart. “In so fucking deep.”
“I don’t know what it means, and I have no fucking clue where to go from here… I just know that I don’t want to be without you. I can’t be without you, baby.”
“It’s okay, Saint. It’s enough for me. You are enough for me. I don’t need the perfect words; I just need you. However that needs to be, okay? We’re just going to be us. That’s it.”
I have no idea why the fuck she chose me, but I think I might be the luckiest motherfucker on this planet that she did.
“I forgot about the lipstick.” She lifts her thumb and drags it along my bottom lip, wiping it away. “I don’t think I can get it all off, but it’ll be okay.” Yeah, baby, mark me.
Slipping her arms around my neck, she lifts on her toes to press a chaste kiss to the corner of my lips. “I just… needed that. It’s been too long.” I laugh against her lips. “Only been a few minutes, baby.” She shrugs coyly. “Too long.”
“Saint… why are you wearing my promise ring around your neck?” I watch her roll it between her pink-painted fingers. “Because now I know what it’s meant to you. And if it’s okay with you, I want to keep it. This has been a reminder to you that you will always have control of your life, and I want to make sure that I always take care of it. Just like I wanna take care of you.”
“Fuck, you drive me crazy, Golden Girl. I’m obsessed with you.” “There are worse things to be obsessed with. And I am pretty amazing.” I nip at her lips as she giggles. “Brat.”
He must be giving you the dick. Funny how now you’re into fucking when you were locked up like a fucking nun when I tried. You must be dick dumb.” It’s supposed to be an insult, but all I do is smirk. His nostrils flare when he sees that it fell flat.
“You’re right, it is such a great cock.” She licks her lips when she flicks her pretty gaze to me, and I wink. “Sorry, I know it’s probably such a foreign concept for you to wrap your little brain around—Giving a girl an orgasm.”
Saint is my boyfriend, and if you’re making me choose… I’m going to choose him. Every single time. You’ll lose me. Is that something you’re prepared for?”
“You know, Lennon…” Chandler mumbles behind us, “If you ever get tired of fucking the help, I’ll be here. I can fuck you like the dirty, washed-up cock slut you are now. I should’ve taken what I was owed when I had the fucking chance.”
“Unlike you, I will always put your daughter first. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for her. No line I wouldn’t cross. One day, she’s going to find out about all the fucked-up, disgusting shit you’ve done to get ahead, and you know who’s going to be there when she does? Me, motherfucker.”
“How do I tell the girl I’ve fallen in love with that I fucked up, that I made the most stupid mistake I could’ve ever made, and beg her to forgive me? To not leave me.
“I love you, Lennon. I meant every word I said to your father. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. No line I wouldn’t cross. I’m sorry that I fucked up so badly. I’m sorry that I was so fucking lost. But I’m not lost anymore. Not with you.”
“You’re in here, Lennon. I tried to fight it, I tried to lie to myself that I wasn’t falling for you flat on my face, but I can’t. You’re the only good in here. It’s you. You make me want to be the man that’s worthy of loving you. I want to be the man you deserve, the man that makes you proud. The man who puts your happiness before his own. I want to be strong, and steady, and good for you. I want to be the man you run to when it all falls apart because you know I’m going to be here to catch you, baby, every fucking time.” He doesn’t realize it yet… but he’s already that man.
“You are already that man, Saint. You don’t need to change to be anything other than what you are. The man that I fell in love with.”
You defended me, protected me, sacrificed for me. That’s what you do for the people you love. So no, I’m not going anywhere. Not now and not a year from now. Not ever. We’re both probably going to make mistakes, do things wrong sometimes, but what matters is that we don’t give up on each other. No matter how hard it gets.”
he pulls me flush against him, not an inch of space separating us, and it feels like… home. Like I’ve been wandering for so long and I’m finally right where I belong. We’re just two people clinging to each other when everything in our lives is falling apart.
I’ll always be his anchor when the ground beneath us is unsteady.
I’m so fucking gone for her. Fully, completely, and don’t give a shit about who knows it.
“Hi. I’m Stephanie. It’s nice to meet you, Lennon. I guess you’re the one that has been keeping my son smiling like that?” I hadn’t even realized I was smiling as I watched their exchange until she said that.
These innocent people finally having justice and closure is more important than the Rousseau reputation. Honestly, I’d like to change my name if I could.” “Yeah? One day, you will. It’ll be Devereaux.” She giggles as her cheeks flame. She probably thinks I’m joking, but I guess she’s just going to have to stick around and find out. “It was the right thing to do. I needed you to know that someone would fight for you. I will always fight for you. And now we know the truth. We can truly be free, Saint.”
I would’ve been happy and at peace with the fact that she finally knew the truth, but she made sure the world knew. And when I thought I couldn’t love her more, she steals my fucking breath.
“Stop looking at me like that, Golden Girl, before I have to bend you over and fuck you on this dining room table. Then, you’ll be upset because I ruined your Thanksgiving plans,” he rasps, his voice doing that thing where it goes all gravelly and deep, sending a shiver racing down my spine. “And you know how much I hate making you upset, baby.”
