Ruthless Saints

Keeping hold of her wrists with one hand, I move the other one down to her breasts, and my fingers feast on her nipples until they’re straining and puckered for me.

Breaking the kiss, my eyes lock on Hailey’s as I drive harder into her. Her lips are parted, her eyes burning with her need to climax.

Not being able to get enough of her, I slam harder into her. Hailey lets out a needy whimper, and it only makes me wild for her.

“Carson!” Her face tightens as her orgasm creeps closer. “Say it,” she begs.

I shake my head, keeping my pace relentless, sweat beading on the back of my neck.

Her body begins to quiver.

“You’re mine,” I growl. “You’ll never leave again.”

“I won’t,” she whimpers. “Please.”

I press my forehead to hers. “Come, baby.” My teeth tug at her lips. “Come for me.”

Hailey cries against my mouth as her body begins to shudder, her orgasm tearing through her.

When her inner walls clamp around my cock, I fuck her harder than I’ve ever done before, prolonging the pleasure ravaging her until she can only let out breathless moans.

So beautiful.

Yanking her arms down, I pull her to me, and keeping her body locked against mine, my own orgasm sizzles through my body until I can only jerk inside her.

The pleasure hits me in waves. “Fuck, baby. So fucking good,” the words rumble from me.

As Hailey comes down, she wraps her legs around my ass, and her arms circle my neck. She clings to me as the last of my pleasure shudders through me.

When my body grows still, only our ragged breaths break the silence in the apartment.

Hailey begins to press kisses on my shoulder, and working her way up my neck, she finds my mouth. The kiss is tender and filled with the love I only crave from her.

Chapter 28

HAILEY

Lying on my bed, my body spent and numb after Carson made love to me a second time, the same overwhelming feeling crashes over me as when we made love for the first time.

I try to breathe through it, but then Carson pulls me to him and wraps his arms around me. He cradles me as if I’m his greatest treasure, and his eyes roam my face with love shining from his eyes.

Lifting a hand to my cheek, he brushes over the scar with the pad of his finger. Regret creeps into his eyes, making them look almost black.

“I’m okay,” I whisper.

“Never again.” I know he means it will never happen again.

I nod. “I know. You and MJ proved it to me today.”

My stomach growls and Carson’s eyes snap down, then back up. “Let’s get some food in you.”

Getting up, Carson walks to the kitchen, and I take a moment to admire his ass before I dart into the bathroom.

I relieve myself and then pull a brush through my wild sex hair that’s all over the place. When I come out of the bathroom, Carson’s watching something on his phone, a dark frown on his forehead.

“What’s wrong?”

I walk closer, but he locks the screen and shakes his head at me. “Just work.”

Stopping in front of him, I place my hand against his jaw. “You can talk to me about your work. It must be heavy to carry all of it alone.”

He stares at me for a while, then says, “I’m worried about Dimpo.”

“Why?”

“She doesn’t have a good life.” He picks up his jeans and steps into them. “I just need to figure out a way to help her.”

“Tell me about it. Maybe I can come up with something,” I say as I begin to get dressed as well.

When Carson has all his clothes on, he unlocks his phone, and then he turns it so I can see. There’s a video of a girl running to her mom. I can feel the happiness and relief pouring from them as they fall into each other's arms.

Seeing what Carson did with my own eyes makes tears instantly rush to the surface. “Oh my, God, Carson,” I breathe as I glance up at him. “You did that. How can you not see how amazing you are?”

The worry doesn’t leave his face as he looks at his phone to bring up another video. I move in next to him and what I see makes me grimace.

Dimpo carries a huge bucket with water from a dirty steam.

“That’s their drinking water.” The worry on Carson’s face deepens as we watch her carry the bucket into a structure that looks like it’s been put together with scrap metals and boards.

“We need to do something,” I say, my heart squeezing painfully because Dimpo has to live like that. “You can’t bring her here?”

Carson’s eyes dart to me. “No, I can’t have her close to me. It will put her in danger.”

“What about something like a sponsorship so she can go to a boarding school? I can see if there are any near her home.”