No Saint

by Ria Wilde

The child in that photo belonged to my brother, he became a father sixteen months ago. He knew about the child and chose to keep it from us, leaving the mother to raise the child alone with the child holding the wrong last name. The boy belonged to the Saints. He was the next generation. And I would have him.

I find her in the corner of the room, her body curled around the child, using her own to protect him. The view made me pause.

Amelia’s eyes land on me instantly, red from tears with dark shadows circling beneath from exhaustion.

“Lincoln,” she breathes, ignoring me as she keeps her gaze, never wavering from the sleeping child.

the warmth of the rays breaking a sweat across my brow. Lincoln sits next to me, his grin instant when he sees me wake. He pokes my face, dimples popping into his cheeks as he smiles wider.

“Hello Amelia.” “You must be Camille Saint,” I say.

He looks over to me, eyes doing a slow once over of my body before he lands them on my face and a frown tugs on his dark brows. “You’ve been crying.” He states. “Wow,” I hiss, storming towards the dresser. I pull out the only pair of shorts inside and a cami. “You’re observant. Congratulations.”

I make to climb from the booth now I’ve got a little more strength but a hand slaps down against the back of the bench, a body filling the space, blocking my exit. “Sit down, Amelia,” Gabriel growls. My mouth drops open, “What are you doing here?” “You think they wouldn’t tell me when my wife was ill?” “I am not ill.” “You almost passed out,” he counters.

He slides into the empty space next to me, eyes on the side of my face. A waitress drops bowls of food at the table. “Eat.” “Fuck you.” “Maybe later,” Gabriel murmurs low, “eat.” “You’re disgusting.”

“Where is she?” Someone says. I swallow. It was nauseating, having a double dose of fear. Fear of your past, of your memories haunting you and the present, of the now and the very real danger. They’d kill us both. By that question alone, they were looking for me. For my son. “Find her!” Someone orders.

A hand hits the top of the desk as the other falls, a relaxed posture, a gun gripped between strong, deft fingers. They crouch and a scream builds, ready to tear from me, until his beautiful, cruel face comes into view. “Gabriel!” I cry. I don’t think before I launch myself.

“Colt,” she lunges to her feet. “Stop her!” I order, hoping to stop her from seeing more death. Devon makes a move to grab her but she side steps him and bursts into the den, disappearing into the room. “Devon!” I hear her scream. We all move at once, Devon getting there first.

Because when I do, she will be mine. Mine to please and fuck, mine to punish and worship.

When I first met Enzo a lifetime ago, I’d underestimated him. He was a pretty boy, and he took great care in his appearance. Dark blond hair, styled and groomed to perfection and a dark tan with blue eyes and a white smile.

I want his book NOW!!!!!

Her eyes track over every inch of me. “Amelia.” “I couldn’t sleep,” She whispers, stepping forward but hesitating. “Nightmares?” She shakes her head, eyes on the blood, “Who?” “The men who wanted to hurt you.”

“Leonessa,” Gabriel calls once again, stopping me. I glance over my shoulder, finding him now at the base of the stairs, looking up to me, “I won’t forget that kiss.” “You should,” I swallow. He steps up, “I won’t.”

“Amelia,” he growls out my name, his voice roughened with pleasure and breathlessness, “Amelia.” I wasn’t proud of the little whimper

My arms give out, I slam back against the mirror while he lashes at me with his tongue, punching it, once, twice, into the entrance before sliding the flat edge of it all the way up to the apex and sucking my clit into his mouth.

It was dark in the room but when I go to flick the light, she tears her mouth from mine, “no lights.” I pause, “What?” “No lights, please.” “Amelia, I just had my fucking tongue in your cunt and you’re what? Self-conscious?”

dig into my ass. I slam forward. She screams.

I flip her abruptly, grabbing her by the hips to bring her ass up and back before I impale her on my cock. She screams loud and long, but I don’t stop,

I move back to the den to check on Lincoln. Only he isn’t there. “Lincoln?” I frantically search the den,

One hand slips beneath her ass, lifting it from the bed while my other guides the head of my cock into her entrance. I slam forward as I yank her back, filling her completely. Her scream is like damn music.

“You’re going to sit on my face, leonessa,” He orders, “You’re going to take what you want.” My eyes go wide, “I can’t do that, you’ll suffocate!” He chuckles, “I don’t need fucking air when I have your delicious cunt in my mouth.”

But I couldn’t breathe. I open my mouth to say so, knowing it was a panic attack having suffered with them for years.

Behind me I hear the door click closed and then the shower screen door opens and a warm, naked body presses up against mine.

I flatten my palms on the tile, the vulnerability of the position making me tense, muscles locking up. His hand smooths down my spine. “Look at you, mondo mia,” he praises, “Being such a good girl for me.”

The head of his cock pushes at the entrance of my pussy, teasing. “I’m going to fuck you now, Amelia,” he tells me, “Hard.” “Okay,” is all I manage to get out before he slams forward, filling me.

“So, what of my wife?” The chief’s brows pull down. Gabriel settles back in his chair, one hand holding mine while the other rubs his mouth thoughtfully.

Her head tips back at the pleasure I give her, a sigh escaping her lips. I shove my shorts down, pumping my hard cock once before I guide her legs up and wide and slowly push inside of her, feeling the spasm of her walls as I fill and stretch her open for me.

“You’re going to beg me to fuck you, you’ll beg me to make you come. You’re going to want me so fucking bad you’ll feel as if you’ll go crazy without it. And I’m going to keep pushing you and tugging you back.”

Then I feel the large head of something pressing into my entrance. I swallow as I look down, seeing him watching as he presses the hard length of the dildo into me. He watches it intently as if he dared not to miss a single second of it.

He yanks his pants and boxers down before he lines his cock up to me and slams his hips forward, crashing into me.

His cruel laugh is cut off when the door slams open so suddenly, I scream, the tip of the knife cutting into me as my body jerks with the startle. Atlas fills the door frame. His face thunderous.

“Atlas?” Asher moves away from me, distracted. Atlas’s cold eyes slide to his twin and then to me, taking in the state of my body, the blood, the bruises, how I was exposed. I didn’t have it in me to care about dignity.

I’m still in shock, everything hurt, I was covered in blood and Atlas, he stares at me with a mix of horror and sympathy.