Page 53 of Be My Sacrifice

I use my fingers to slide through her slit, opening her up and teasing her before my mouth makes contact with her slickness, and I get my first taste of nirvana. My tongue rolls against her small, hard clit, and a scream rents the air as she tries to close her legs, clamping them against my head, and caging me against her pussy. I suck and lick, using my fingers to tease her until she’s a writhing mess on the bed and her pussy is soaked. The spot below her on my sheets is proof of how aroused she is.

My eyes slide up the pale perfection of her body, and I wonder to myself if she would let me tattoo her beautiful skin. At this point, we are committing so many sins against the Brotherhood, so what are a few more? I watch with rapt attention as her hands make their way to her breasts, and she kneads them, pulling on her nipples until the peaks are stiff and distended.

Little mewling sounds leave her mouth, as her eyes remain closed and her jaw slackens. I observe the muscles in her abdomen tightening, and her legs clenching. She’s so close. A little more, and she’ll explode, and I want it to be with my mouth on her so I can drink up every last drop.

My tongue slips inside of her tight hole as my thumb rubs circles over her needy clit, and she almost jumps off the bed. I use my heavy hand to hold her down by her stomach and get to work devouring her. I lick, and suck, and fuck her, with my tongue as deep as I can go. When she is incoherent, and I can feel her core clenching, I slip one of my fingers inside of her, followed by a second, fingering her in hard and fast thrusts, as I lash her clit with my tongue. She detonates with a scream, clinging to my sheets for dear life, and her cum soaks my face, dripping down my chin and letting me know I am the luckiest son of a bitch alive right now.

When she’s finally coming down from her orgasm, and her breathing isn’t as harsh, I grab her by the waist and move her to the middle of the bed, before pushing her thighs wide so that I can lay in the cradle of her legs. My cock slides between her drenched pussy lips, coating me in her wetness before I align the engorged crown with her entrance.

I thread my other hand with hers and stare down at the beautiful woman who is my whole life, and push in barely an inch. Her body squirms at the invasion, her heat encompassing me even as her body tries to push me back out. “Sa… mmm… yyy,” she moans.

“I love you, Dinah Camrose. I always have and always will, and from this moment, you belong to me. No one will ever take you from me.”

I’m yanked from my dream as something slams down against my ribs, causing immense pain to travel through my abdomen, and forcing me to choke on my breath.

“Wakey, wakey, motherfucker. You’ve spent too much time in Lala Land. It’s time to bleed again.” My eyes clear, and I see the ugly face of gorilla number one glaring malignantly at me from above, and holding a pry bar.

Fuck, it was just a dream, and I am still stuck here in this hell without her. I wish I had died surrounded by her warmth, and in the memory of the first time I got to spend inside of her. The moment I branded her as mine forever.

I don’t know how much more I can take of this abuse. I’ve lost count of how many days it’s been, since I found out that she was still alive and Noah kidnapped me. I’m going to die here, locked up in this torture chamber while Noah’s gorillas beat me to death.

I’m almost out of hope. Where are you, Dinah? I can’t hold on for much longer.

Chapter thirty-four

The Sinner

Dinah

It’sbeenoveraweek since we rescued Zeke, but we lost Sammy once again. A week of waging war against the Brotherhood, with the rebel’s assistance, and murdering as many of the scum as I could. My kill count is now so high that I have lost track, but Abe assures me that I have surpassed past serial killer territory. Yet I’m no further ahead with leads on where Noah has gone to ground, or where my infant nephew may be stashed.

Frustration. Anger. Sorrow. Dread.Those are my constant companions now. I can’t take a single breath without the pain in my chest crushing me. The pain of losing Sammy once again, and knowing that they are torturing him because of me. I’m who they want to punish, but I’m out of reach.

My eyes peruse the room filled with rebel soldiers and leaders of their rebellion, except for the elusive mystery person, whom apparently I will finally meet tonight. Abe and Zeke stand at my side as sentinels, tense and on guard. Neither of them seems to trust the rebels, and that they won’t eventually turn on us, but right now, they are the best chance I have of getting Sammy back. I need an army, and I’m more than willing to use theirs, if it will assist me in rescuing him and my nephew.

They are both still not speaking to each other, but at least for the moment, they are not coming to blows, and all of the bruises and damage they left on each other’s faces are finally starting to heal. I warned both of them that I would have the rebels lock them up if they didn’t learn to cooperate again, and it wasn’t an idle threat. I’m sick of the two of them behaving like rabid dogs fighting over a bone.

Sarah Mercier is noticeably absent from tonight’s meeting, but we have received information that she has been taken in by the Rothesays, and is currently recuperating from her ordeal of watching her pathetic husband be murdered by theUnholy Ghost. She’s currently being cared for by Esther Rothesay at her husband’s orders. I wouldn’t like to be in her shoes and have to deal with that viper. I’ll be surprised if Esther is still breathing in the coming days, and I’ll cheer her on if she snaps her neck. Zeke might even join me; there is no love lost between him and his mother.

I’m watching everyone’s movements, tracking who may hold more sway than others, and trying to determine who is really a defender of the cause, and who is just here for power and glory. I note a few potentials, ones I may be able to sway to my side if this meeting goes to shit, and take note of the ones who will meet my blade before all of this is done. I won’t allow men or women to disguise their hunger for power behind the banner of freeing the oppressed.

Zeke meets my eyes and nods, and I know the observant asshole has taken note of a few too. The three of us discussed in private, away from listening ears, the possible outcome of today’s meeting. Our objective is self-serving, and while I do want to free the population from the Order, my first priority is Sammy and my nephew. While the rebels are enjoying my massacre of their enemies, and the fear that I have wrought through the Brotherhood ranks and the populace, I also fear they are wary of me. They know I can’t be manipulated and won’t be coerced into aCoup d’état. Not if it doesn’t serve my own agenda.

The room’s noise suddenly quietens as a raven-haired man in his early thirties walks amongst them, filled with confidence. He receives a few respectful nods from the leaders, and a wide berth from everyone else. Abe leans over my shoulder and breathes in my ear, “That’s the guy my mom introduced me to while you were in the coma, you know, the one.”

Guy? The one? What the fuck is this lunatic talking about?“What guy, Abe?” I grit the tense words through my teeth, as I keep my cold mask on my face to prevent those around us from seeing my panic.

He leans over me until he’s staring me in the face, and I see the confusion on Zeke’s face from the corner of my eye. Okay, so at least it’s not just me in the dark here. “The guy. The one my mom said was high up in the Holy Father’s entourage. She mentioned him, right? Told you he was in the room on your wedding night?”

A gasp leaves Zeke’s lips, and he quickly disguises it with a cough and moves closer to us. He crowds my personal space, and ensures that no one can read our lips by using his broad back to block out their view. I wrap my hand in the front of Abe’s shirt, choking him with the material as I yank him closer to my face. “Listen, you unhinged psycho, your mother never mentioned who he was. In fact, she went out of her way to tell me he didn’t want to meet me, and he made her promise that his identity remained undisclosed.” I pull harder on the material until his face starts to go red. “Yet you have known his identity all along, and never thought to mention it?”

Zeke’s strong fingers pry mine off of Abe’s shirt, and Abe steps back, taking a massive gulp of air. “I’m sorry, Atasi. I thought you knew. I would have told you if I had reason to believe my mom had hidden the truth from you. You never mentioned him, so I didn’t either.”

At the malice and fury in my face, he takes a further step back, his amber eyes widening and his hands rising to ward off any possible attack I’m going to launch his way. All this time, I have been wracking my brain, and searching for evidence of who the mystery man might be. Abe knew all along but didn’t think to tell me. I swear I’m surrounded by menaces.

“It doesn’t matter. He’s here now, and must have a reason for allowing Snow to see his identity. Also, I feel like I should punch his fucking lights out for watching me fuck you.” Zeke looks over his shoulder at the tall man making the rounds in the room, and moving closer to us with every confident step.

“I was there too. Are you going to punch my lights out?” Abe asks with humor, his eyes sparkling with provocation.

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