Chapter 9
Saint
rehab - rihanna
The bullet splits through the air in the undisturbed woodland, echoing as its violence slinks through the trees.
“Why couldn’t you shoot me like that at the cabin?” I say, pouting my lips as Indie lands the marks I’ve set out for her.
She rolls her eyes at my mocking tone, shoving the rifle as I take it from her, swapping it for something bigger and heavier.
Every single one she’s hit with ease; it’s fucking impressive, but I’m not feeding into her ego. I want her in the mindset that she constantly needs to improve her game.
She swiftly gets comfortable with the new gun’s weight, whilst I walk ahead and lay out more targets for her. She doesn’t need one that size, but when I told her to go for the smaller one before we left, she waved me off and told me: I know what I’m fucking doing, Rex gave me a lesson on this one.
I should have known he was responsible for her eying up shit she’d never need nor have the knowledge to use.
That man doesn’t care for what’s logical; if he’s shooting, you better not to be in his fucking way.
He sprays bullets like a turret.
When I make my way towards her, she’s already started.
Bullets whip past me, and I hear each and every one being impaled into the trees, not needing to turn to know she’s meeting the target.
A zip rushes past me with a hot burst of air, a bullet pretty fucking close skimming past my head.
Fuck, that’s hot.
“You hoping I catch a stray, darling?” I growl when I reach her to take the gun, putting the safety on, placing it down into the bag settled in the snow.
She pushes the stray hairs away from her face. “No, just returning a favour. Seeing as you shot at me through the woods not long ago.”
My gloved hands grip the side of her puffy jacket, tugging the zip back up to keep her neck warm.
A gentle smile spreads across her reddened cheeks. “You’re always warm,” she whispers, opening those doe eyes to look up at me, the sadness in them thankfully subsided.
Ever since she spoke to Jenna, a little bit of light’s come back in their depths. Not much, but it’s better than the rain that usually roars behind them.
It doesn’t last very long, and the storm does a U-turn, and that’s when I usually need to step in to put her demons in their place.
“I wouldn’t be able to rule hell if I was cold, would I, darling?”
That earns me another smile. “True, and I envy it. It’s fucking freezing. Can we go back now?”
I took her out in the woodlands behind the Pit. It’s been playing on my mind about her hesitation at the cabin. More so now with the looming threat we’ll have meeting her sister.
Although I’m kind of glad she didn’t kill me back then, I don’t want her to lock up when she meets any of those fuckers on our list.
The snow is lying thick, almost a foot deep as it blankets the entire ground. When my gaze travels across the untouched area, a wicked sense of nostalgia hits me. “I have an idea before we go.”
Indie’s eyes drop from my eyes to my lips, the frost in the air giving away her deep exhale. “Like what?”
“We’ll play a game. That’ll warm you up.”
Her brows dip, and she wets her bottom lip, stirring my dick to life when her voice turns husky. “What do you want to play?”
My laugh rumbles through the forest. It’s so deep and evil, it’s a shock the white-tipped branches don’t shudder off the snow. “Hide and seek.”
Her breath hitches, and I pull off my gloves so I can feel the electricity biting beneath her skin, her throat thumping against my thumb as I stroke her neck.
Her voice drops to a whisper. “It’s getting dark.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll find you before it does.”
Defiance strikes across her beautiful face, exactly how I wanted it to.
I lean down to kiss her, my tongue stroking against hers as I pull her tightly towards me, her frozen cheeks frosty against mine, and the layers between us flare an annoyance through me. I could save her the cardio, get her to bend over and fuck her right here.
But the chase is always worth it.
I growl against her lips, “One.”
Unlike the last time, she untangles herself and zips past me, well rehearsed in how I play my games.
However, I also play dirty; her feet treading through the snow gives her away, and the trail of footprints will work in my favour.
My calves twitch to turn and run after her, and I tell myself I’ll count to thirty. Until a sigh leaves me after ten seconds. I’ve never been one to follow the rules.
I whip around, gaze following the small indents in the snow, noticing they go upwards into the hill instead of choosing the easier downward way.
It sends a sickening thrill through my veins, knowing her pants will give her away.
Oh, Indie darling. You make it too fucking easy for me.
Grabbing the gun at my feet, I bolt up the hill, each of my strides doubling one of hers. You could say we’re now equal in terms of almost shooting each other.
But I always have to get one up.
When I stop to see which direction she took, the birds halt their chirping above me, like they know who walks amongst them.
The early polar evening had dipped one side of the forest in a haze of grey, the trees stretching into the sky as they scatter throughout the woodland, but my smirk grows when I spot her immediately.
She’s as still as a doe behind the thickest tree, the steam coming from her overworked lungs giving her away.
I keep my steps light, the inches of snow helping keep me undetected as I skulk closer to her. She’s only a couple feet away, and I lean down to pick up a branch, tossing it so it flies over and past her, noticing her peering the opposite way.
When it lands, her head whips in its direction, and she backs herself slowly around the tree.
Right in the direction to run towards me.
She drops to her knees, and I give her a few moments thinking she’s getting the upper hand.
That is until I fire a bullet into the tree above her head, and her scream rattles my bones.
Tiny shoulders visibly tighten up as the remaining sound eerily travels into the darkness. It’s no match for the bass of my voice travelling into the open. “I am nothing but a man of my word, aren’t I, darling?”
Her wide eyes snap to me, and the little shit doesn’t think twice as she makes a run for it.
Silly girl.
My heart races as I chase after her, the material of her jacket not allowing her to turn around to see how close I am. I gain on her within seconds, though I must admit, she’s like a fucking whippet.
If it wasn’t for the snow slowing her down, I’d have my work cut out for me.
My fingertips brush her hood, and when I manage to get a fistful, I yank her backwards into my chest, boots skidding in the snow as I capture her in my arms.
We’re both panting, and it’s not with the cardio; it’s for what’s to come.
Tossing the gun to the side, I whip her in my hold to face me, her wide, electric eyes gazing up at me. “You can’t strip me, Saint, it’s too fucking—”
My hand clamps over her mouth to silence her protests, teeth dragging over my bottom lip. “If I want your bare ass lying in that snow, it fucking will. You know why?”
Her hot breath steams against my palm, and I slowly drag it from her mouth, thumb pulling her bottom lip as it does.
“Why?” she breathes, eyes filling with star-hungry desire as her hooded gaze holds me in place.
“Because that’s what my good girl does for me.”
Her needy whimper has my cock twitching, and I slam my lips to hers, kissing her ferociously as her hands dip under my jacket, chilled little paws slinking up my torso, dragging her nails back down it.
My lips tug to the side, and I pull away just enough to stare at her, the lingering taste of her drugging me still on me. “Walk over to that tree and show me how wet you are.”
She hesitates before doing what I ask, leaning her back against the tree, gaze holding mine as she slowly undoes her button, and then the zip. Her rosy cheeks flush like fire as she hooks her fingers into her waist band, slowly dragging it down to the middle of her thighs.
I groan whilst rooted to the spot, despite the tension in my own zipper as I watch the rise and fall of her shoulders. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, dipping her hand between her thighs. I’m paralysed in fascination as she runs a finger through her slit.
When she lifts it, showing me the pale flesh of her pad glistening in the dipping light, my voice comes out strangled. “Make yourself come for me, Indie.”
She looks at me like a deer caught in the headlights. “S-Saint.”
“Don’t make me ask again, darling. I don’t like repeating myself.”
A puff of air leaves her lips, and I watch her swallow, eyes conflicted, then she squeezes them shut.
“No. Eyes on me.”
They snap wide with the sound of my voice. I’m not letting her get off that easy. Just because it’s her hand and not mine, she’ll still fucking watch me.
Her hand dips between her thighs again, circling and stroking as the clouds of white come in quick succession through her lips.
My restraint is hanging by a fucking thread when she begins to moan out my name.
I want to fill this whole fucking forest with it, like a haunting and feverish chant.
I need it so loud, it could wake the fucking dead.
Each of her calls beckon me a foot closer, until she’s inches from me, thighs trembling. “Saint, please.”
I drag down the zip of her jacket, hands moving to cage her in as she arches her neck backwards to look up at me.
“Keep going for me,” I whisper, dropping my eyes to her lips.
I want to drag her bottom one through my teeth, and my hands fist at either side of her head to contain the urge.
Her eyebrows bunch together, the blue irises losing focus as she chases her high. Her movements pick up, and I hear her wetness fill my ears as her hips begin to buck.
My lips drag along her forehead, nuzzling down to her neck as I lick and suck her sweet skin. “Tell me when you’re close.”
I drag my own zipper down with my whisper, hand wrapping around my dick and fisting it when her moans turn into cries.
“I’m—I’m…”
I whip her around so fast she almost topples as her back crashes to my front, and I grab the hand she used and wrap my lips around her fingers, the taste of her like fucking ecstasy on my tongue.
Indie could keep me in another realm every single day with this, and it only rumbles the beast inside me.
Her sultry gaze watches every move over her shoulder, and the moment I pull her fingers out my mouth, the same hand lands on her bare ass with a hard slap. “Lift your shirt.”
I dip and take a handful of snow, rising so she can lean against me, her top bunched at her chest. I run my chilled palm across her ribs, making her gasp and buck into me. “Fuck, Saint!”
“You like it?” I whisper in her ear, running it along her sternum, the snow already beginning to melt with the heat of her body, stopping just under the curve of her breast as she wriggles in my hold.
Her bare ass arches into me. “It’s so…so cold.” The words end on a whimper when I mould it over her rock-solid peak, gripping the other as she moans up to the sky.
When it completely melts, the droplets running down her stomach and her nipples rock hard, I pinch them in warning. “Bend over.”
She does as she’s told, arching her ass the best she can whilst sliding in the snow. My swollen head rests against her addictive heat, gliding up and down as I zone in on the reddening mark against her flawless skin.
I want to mark her up permanently, so everyone knows she’s fucking mine.
Want to carve my name into her heart, the same way mine bleeds from her name seared into it.
Everything I want to do to her is unholy and unforgivable.
I sink fully inside her; the feel of her tight walls sucking me in sends a shudder down my spine. Her hand slaps against the trunk for balance, and she rises up on her tiptoes when I reach the hilt. Impatient little hips push back against me, and the desire rages to life.
I fuck her with everything I’ve got, hands digging into her hips, making sure my fingertips squeeze hard enough to leave each swirl of my fingerprints in her bruised skin, like a killer taunting with their evidence at a crime scene.
Each drive has my name filling the forest, and my teeth grit when I feel my balls tightening. “Keep pushing back, baby, it only makes me fuck you harder.”
Her nails dig into the bark, and when I feel her gripping around me, it has white-hot heat spilling down to the base of my spine, and I fill her with every drop of me as it mixes with her own orgasm.
My hand wraps against hers, leaning over her as both of us catch our breath. The forest is completely dark, and I can’t see shit.
At least I caught her before the darkness could.
I ease myself out of her, slapping her ass one last time as she rises to pull her cargos up.
She grips hold of my jacket, pulling me to her as she whispers, “I like your lessons better than Rex’s.”
Now, an overbearing, dominating man would lose his fucking shit at what she just said.
It’s me. I am the overbearing, dominating man.
My hand whips out to grab her neck. “Don’t make me have to kill my best friend, Indie.”