Sancte Diaboli

Brantley

I flick the Swiss Army knife around my fingers, the limo idling on the tarmac. My hair is a mess, I haven’t slept since she fucking hung up on me, and on top of all that bullshit, her flight was delayed because of the weather, so what happens when you get this tragic concoction of unfortunate events? You are left with a deprived fucking monster awaiting to unleash all its wrath the only way he knows how.

The window separator winds down. “Sir, she just touched down.”

I clench my jaw, nodding. “Good. I’ll wait here while you help Miss Vitiosis with her bags.”

He nods, sliding out of the car and making his way to the trunk. I watch as the black jet with the gold lettering EKC rolls into view, my teeth clenched so tight I’m almost certain they’re about to crack. I watch as the steps roll out and finally, she comes walking out. Her belly showing, with a small crop top hoodie and black yoga pants. She looks like a fucking model fresh off the runway, if she wasn’t so fucking short.

She notices the car and I watch as her body stills slightly.

I smirk, even though I know she can’t see me.

She slowly makes her way down the stairs, heading straight for the car. When she’s reaching for the handle, I swing the door open and it hits her on the hand.

She flings it back. “Ouch.” Before sliding in. She slams the door closed, her eyes on mine. Saint is what you would call demure. She has more self-restraint when it comes to keeping her mouth shut, but when she talks, people listen. They take her seriously. She doesn’t waste her breath on drama, or bullshit fights. It’s what I like most about her, but right now I don’t like her that fucking much.

Her arms cross in front of her. She was smart sliding opposite me, a decent arm’s reach away. We sit in silence until the driver is back in the front and the window is back up. Some MGK song is playing in the background and I keep my eyes fixed on her. She does everything she can to ignore me, which admittedly only makes me more amused.

Her eyes finally come to mine. “I’m sorry! Okay!”

I don’t answer, boring my eyes into hers. At first they were a shade of green, but as she got older, they turned a greyish blue. Fucking weird. I slowly shake my head.

“Brantley…” she deadpans. “I don’t want you angry with me.”

“Oh, I’m angry with you.”

“I had to go and help her!”

“That’s not why, though…”

She pauses, her fingers twisted in her lap. “Then why?”

I run my tongue over my teeth. “Come sit on my lap and find out.”

I watch as she struggles with what I’ve said. Slowly, she peels off her belt and moves across to me. When she’s taking too long, I snake my arm out and drive her onto my lap. Her knees hit either side of me, her hands on my neck. She notices the knife in my hand.

“Can we have this talk without that?”

“Nope.” I grin up at her, my eyes flicking between her mouth and her eyes.

She relaxes in my arms, dropping her lips down to mine. She wants soft, but she’s not going to get it. My fingers wrap around the back of her neck to hold her against me, my tongue diving into her mouth. She moans, and I bite down on the swell of her bottom lip, dragging my teeth over the curve. She removes her shirt, and I watch as she slowly peels herself naked for me. Inch by inch. I leave her to it. She pulls on my belt, and I inch up so my jeans can slip over the swelling of my cock.

She grips it hard, her eyes wide and her little hand nowhere near coming close enough to wrap around my shit. Slowly she licks her lips, looking up at me from behind thick lashes as she slides her lips over the tip. I watch as every piercing disappears into her mouth.

“Fuck.” I groan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My hand finds her hair and I fist it tightly, tugging on her head and demanding her to look up at me. My cock rests against her lips while her eyes remain up on mine.

“What?” she asks, fluttering her fucking lashes. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, I more want to know how you know what you’re doing…”

“Porn.” She shrugs, flicking her little tongue over the tip, teasing Prince fucking Albert. “Reverse” by G-Eazy is playing through the car.

I tighten my grip. “What?”

She bites on her lower lip. “What?”

I guide her back over me, biting down on my bottom lip. “No more talking.”

She slides me inside her mouth but stops halfway. I run my fingers through her hair, over to one side of her head and pull her back up my body. My fingers find her nipple before I suck her perfect tit into my mouth while my thumb maintains slow circles on her clit. She rides my finger, her head falling on my shoulder.

“I need—”

“What?” I ask, sinking my teeth into her breast. I look back when I notice the two holes from my fangs and the blood that drips out of them slowly. “What do you want?”

She pauses, catching my eyes with hers while her brows curve in. Just when I think she’s going to crawl off, she directs her hips over mine, and when the tip of my cock is against her entrance, she swallows me fucking whole. She gasps but continues the descent. Her tight pussy doesn’t budge, the grip way too fucking strong. I bring my hand to the front of her throat, squeezing tightly while cranking my head.

“Don’t ever fucking hang up on me again.”

She ignores me, because she’s fucking good at that, as she rides over my girth with slow gyrations. Too slow. My fingers bite into her hips as I slam her over me roughly, until I’m balls deep inside. Tight, wet, and so fucking needy. Being inside Saint is like being on LSD with no come-down. She drops her forehead onto mine and fucks me faster, harder, riding my cock like she’s been doing it all her life. Like she fucking belongs on it.

My hand is back on her throat as I flip her onto her back, one leg falling over the seat while her other is twisting around my waist. The knife is on the floor, so I pick it up while dropping little kisses over her jawline.

My teeth are in her neck again, biting and sucking. She hooks her fingers under my chin, raising my face to meet hers, before leaning forward and sucking my lip into her mouth. She drags her tongue across the rim, sucking up every drop. I groan, my dick flexing against her tightness.

“Let me try something…” Her fingers wrap around the knife that’s in my hand, and she brings it to the curve of my neck. “Are you scared I might cut you?”

I smirk down at her. “Kinda hope you do…”

She presses the tip just beneath my jaw, her eyes flying to mine exposing her panic. “That hurt?”

I chuckle quietly, my shoulders shaking. “So much to learn, my little Dea…”

She runs her finger over the curve of my jaw, sucking it into her mouth while looking up at me.

I lift her up by her waist until she’s straddling my lap again, spi

“Fuck.”

She falls against me, catching her breath before I pull out and she squeezes into her clothes. She’s fully dressed when I’m ru