Page 35 of Legacy of Fire
“You’re a dirty little slut for that pump, aren’t you?” he says all casual as if he’s talking about what we will watch on television later.
“Maybe?”
“One day, I’ll tie you to the bed, use it on you for hours, and then charge the other students to come look at you all swollen and ripe like a fucking peach about to burst.”
His words make me ache, even though I’d hate anyone looking at me except for these three men, and even though I know Saint would never do that. He’s too possessive. But the fantasy is hot.
Zane signs something fast, and I can’t follow. Lex snorts.
“What did he say?” I ask.
“He said he hopes Saint doesn’t do that because he’s too young and too pretty to die.”
I giggle again and then hiccup. Damn, the bubbly is getting to me.
“I want you again,” Saint says, nuzzling my neck.
“I can’t. I’m too sore,” I complain.
He picks me up and carries me out of the room, ignoring my protests. Carrying me upstairs, he deposits me on the bed and strips my clothes from me. I’d only put on a loose top and some comfy old jeans after we had sex, but soon they’re gone, as are my panties and bra.
“Saint, really. I’m tired and sore.”
“Relax,la pute,I am only going to paint this amazing pussy while it’s still so swollen from us playing with it.”
“Did you just call me a whore?”
He shrugs. “I meant it with affection.”
Sitting up, I stare at him. When we’re fucking, I like his degradation, it turns me on, but sometimes he takes it too far, and I am the girl who fought off a man three times my size. I know how to stand up for myself.
“No.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“What?”
“No. Not unless you ask very fucking nicely.”
“Merde.”
There’s a warning to my tone. “Saint… ask nicely.”
He looks up to the ceiling but then he focuses on me. “Please, Vani, may I paint your pretty pussy? I want to capture you on canvas. You obsess me. You consume me. I want to spend all eternity ravishing you, and when I’m not ravishing you, I want to paint you.”
Oh, well, when he puts it like that.
“Fine, you can paint me. But bring me some chocolates and my phone, so I can listen to an audiobook and snack while you’re doing it.”
“Your wish is my command.”
When he comes back upstairs, he has Zane and Lex with him. They suddenly seem very interested in the artistic process, and of course, it doesn’t take long before the whole thing dissolves into more sex, despite how tired we all are.
Afterward, we lay snoozing in a hot, sticky pile, and I know I should take a shower, but for a while, I close my eyes and let myself luxuriate in this.
My men.
My men who took me to Paris because it was my dream to see the Moulin Rouge, and even though I never got to see a show, it was an amazing trip because they did itfor meout of love.
Life won’t always be smooth sailing. We have enemies. Our families have enemies, but these men will protect me with their life, and I will protect them with mine.
And in the end, that’s all I can ask for, and all I want.
It’s the best Christmas gift ever.
The End.
