Page 22 of Be My Salvation

The door opens, and I lift my head, shielding my eyes with my battered hand, from the light that causes further intense shooting pain to ricochet around my skull. “Hello, Sammy. I am Sarah, Abe’s mother. We’ve met before, at Dinah’s wedding, and more recently under unfortunate circumstances. I need to ask you a few questions.”

What the hell does Abe’s mother want with me? I know that she’s somehow involved with the rebels. She was there when Dinah killed the Holy Father, with rebel forces fighting against the Brotherhood. It seems that many of the so-called sacred wives may have been leading double lives, and acting as spies for the insurgents. I’d be amused at the thought of the Order realizing the women they thought to demoralize, abuse, and control have risen up against them, but honestly, I don’t give a fuck about any woman except Dinah. “Dinah? Where is she?”

“Are you asking from a place of concern, or because you want to know if you succeeded in hurting her once again?” She comes closer, and I can see the many weapons strapped to her body. Her mostly dark hair, with strands of silver intermixed,and lined face, give her a respectable, motherly look, but those amber eyes she passed on to her psychotic son tell of a will forged by fire.Tread lightly; she’s not to be trusted,my mind whispers, as my body tenses, watching her pull a chair away from the wall and sit down daintily.

“Both,” I release an aggravated sigh, not wanting to play these games of intrigue that everyone in the Brotherhood seems to excel at. “Just tell me, or leave me the fuck alone.” She releases a chuckle, her lips quirking upwards, and instantly making her appear younger. “A straight shooter, I admire that.” She leans forward, her elbows meeting the surface of her dark fatigues, and the smile gets wiped off her face as if it had never appeared. My eyes trail to the guns she has strapped to her chest in black leather holders, and the blades in sheaths at her legs. She reminds me a little of my Nightstar, beautiful but deadly. “She had a panic attack, one induced by all the stress of the situation. I’m sure her various injuries, and lack of sleep, also contributed to it.Youcontributed to it, with your need to hurt her for something she had no control over.”

I want to dispute her charge, but one sharp look from her makes me keep my lips sealed. “Let me be very clear, Samuel Wendover, so there are no misunderstandings. I don’t think there is a point in trying to save you. You’re far too broken to be of use, and only a casualty of this war, and, frankly, a risk to her safety. I would be doing you a kindness by ending your life. I don’t trust you, not because I think you work for Noah Rothesay, but because your hate has spread through you, and you can no longer seem to determine reality from all the lies you were fed.” The silence fills the room, and I don’t know if she’s expecting me to plead for my life.I won’t.I have no desire to continue to live in a world where I hurt Dinah repeatedly. I also can’t dispute her charges. Even now, I can’t, with a hundred percent certainty, tell if this is real or only happening in my mind. “Was she everpregnant?” My voice sounds foreign to my ears, timid, awaiting the death sentence her response will ensure.

“No, she never was, and in fact, the truth that not even my son knows, is that Ezekiel’s knife wound to her abdomen will cause her immense difficulty in ever carrying a child to term. All of that was a lie to push you over the edge, I am sure, along with many others, including that she wasn’t actively looking for you.”Death it is, then.Everything I have done requires that punishment. Sarah is right; I don’t deserve to continue to live. I am unworthy to be allowed to breathe the same air as my Nightstar. “I’ll answer your questions, but I need something from you in return.” A dismissive look crosses her face, and she goes to stand up. “I have information on Noah, where he might be hiding, and what his plans are.” This may be my only chance left to do some good in this world, and I won’t dare risk not assisting in ridding the earth of Noah Rothesay. As long as he’s still breathing, he’s a risk to Dinah. “Go on, make your request, and if it doesn’t harm Dinah, or my son, I will endeavor to grant it.” Thank fucking God. I’m one step closer now, just a little longer.

“I want you to ensure I don’t survive, so I can’t ever hurt her again. Make it look like an accident, or play it as if I tried to escape. I don’t care which way it goes down, but I die here at your hands.” Her eerie eyes penetrate mine, as if they are attempting to see the truths of my wishes in the depths of my damaged soul. Whatever she sees there, must reassure her of my need to die. “You have my word, Samuel Wendover, you will not make it out of this mansion. Now tell me what I need to know.”

Chapter thirty-two

The Sinner

Dinah

Iopen my eyes slowly, the panic that was enveloping me still clawing at my clammy skin, and causing a fine tremble to race down my limbs. My hands automatically clutch my throat as I force a deep, ragged breath inside of my lungs. “Snow?Snow, baby, are you awake?“ Zeke’s worried voice has me scanning around me for his presence. My vision is still blurry from whatever happened to me, and most of the room is comprised of subtle shades of colors, all meshed together. “What... happened?” I croak and rub at my tired eyes, forcing the room into detail.

“Ah, thank fuck, Dinah. You scared the shit out of me. You passed out, had some sort of crazy panic attack, the doc says.”Panic attack?I’ve never had one of those before, or at least I don’t think I have. I clear my dry throat as some of the tightness eases. “I... I’m sorry.” I feel contrite at having put him through that kind of stress. My eyes wander around the dimly lit bedroom I am in. It’s foreign to me, and it’s not the same one that the three of us have been sharing. This one is done in elaborate shades of deep, rich hunter’s green, burnt sienna, and gold, with dark cherry wood surfaces, which just makes Zeke’s eyes pop even more as he stares down at me, his features lined with strain. He reaches out and threads our fingers tightly together, bringing them to his lips and placing a soft kiss on their surface. The action is so unlike him, so gentle and soft, that it momentarily makes me forget everything that is happeningaround me. I stare into those forest-green eyes, that seem right out of one of the magical fairytales that I’ve grown to love over the years. The ones that feature powerful fae princes who sweep the heroines off their feet, and reassure them that they will always protect and keep them safe. Books that Sammy and I found, and traded for, at the underground swap meets, much to his bemusement.

Sammy.The minute his name enters my mind, I scramble up from the bed and try to bolt right off of it, only to be pushed back onto its plush, luxurious surface by Zeke. “Sammy! Where the fuck is he, Zeke? Is he alright?” My heart thunders in my chest, and emotions riot within me. His image assaults my mind, the disgust, and anger evident on his features, as he ripped me apart with his heinous and callous words. Those dark midnight blue eyes I love, and dream about, bore holes through my soul, and the handsome, rugged features of his face were deformed by a rage so palpable I could taste it, and feel it deep in the depths of my very soul.

“Look carefully, whore. This is what they did to me because of you! I suffered while you were free with them. Over and over again, I was punished because they could not get to you.”

My mind goes over all the scarred and disfigured flesh I witnessed, how he had injuries coating most of the surface of his skin.Me, I caused that; he suffered while I was free. He hates me because I lived, and forced him to keep enduring, to keep surviving. Perhaps it would have been better if I had died from my injury at the end of Zeke’s blade. All of this could have been avoided. It would have been a kindness in the long run.He would have died right after you, and so would Abe, and Zeke, and who knows what Noah would have done to him after that?My stomach lurches, and I push Zeke with all my might, to give me room to move and dash, with my head swimming, towards a closed door that I hope holds a bathroom. I barely make it,falling to my hands and knees on the cold, hard tile floor as I clutch at the base of a toilet, and empty the contents of my stomach. A large, tattooed hand reaches out and grabs my hair out of my face, his other hand slowly stroking up and down on my back in a comforting, soothing motion. “It’s alright, Dinah. Breathe, baby, he’s alive.” I can sense the deep conflict in the tone of his words. Does he wish that weren’t the case?

When I have nothing left to retch, I pull back and swipe at my mouth with the back of my hand. His hands leave my hair and back, and his arms slide beneath my armpits, using his force to lift me to my unsteady feet. “Come on, pretty girl, let’s get you into the shower.” I want to protest his actions, but a shower sounds like heaven right now. I just wish the water could also help wash away my sins. The ones that are so thick and deep right now that I can’t even see past them.

I stand awkwardly as Zeke strips all my clothes off of me, one layer at a time, with gentle, efficient movements, until I am naked in front of him. He turns away with a slight grunt, turns on the water in the large glass-enclosed shower, and grabs a glass from the counter, filling it with water and providing it, so I can rinse out my mouth. The steam begins to drift and fill the room. Our eyes meet and hold as he strips away his own clothing. I want to object that there is no need for him to get in there with me, but my tongue feels thick inside my mouth as every inch of his golden, tattooed skin is revealed. He’s a beautiful work of art, even with the lingering injuries spread across his perfection. “You keep looking at me like that, Snow, and my good intentions will disappear.” The naughty smirk that appears at the corner of his mouth pulls a smile at my own lips, and helps to remove some of the moroseness from the situation.God, he’s so fucking sexy.I know right now I shouldn’t be thinking any of this. In fact, my mind should be on how I am going to save Sammy from himself, how I am going to makehim realize that my love for him is true and steadfast, that I never betrayed him, and that I can’t, and won’t, live without him. Except it’s Zeke, and he’s a temptation I don’t want to resist.

Zeke threads his thick, long, tattooed fingers through mine, and pulls me slowly and carefully inside the shower, as if I were a damaged baby bird that needed tending. As the hot water makes contact with my flesh, its droplets trickle down across it with a steady, soothing pressure. The heat envelops me, spreading a comforting warmth that releases some of the stress from my aching, tired limbs. The sensation of the loud, rhythmic cascade of a soft waterfall hitting my oversensitive flesh drowns out all the pressing thoughts in my mind with its white noise, and I’m finally able to take a deep breath. Zeke wraps his large arms around me, mindful of my injuries, his chest plastered against my back as he towers over me, and his hardening cock nudges my lower back. I lean my weary head back against him, closing my eyes and just allowing the moment to provide me with much-needed solace. We stand like that for a few moments, the water wrapping us both up in a tranquil cocoon that I never want to leave.

He releases his hold and pulls back, my body and mind instantly bereft at losing contact with his. I open my lips to protest the action, but am silenced as he begins to wash my hair. His firm fingers start to massage my scalp, a gentle, cadenced kneading that has a soft moan vacating my lips, with how much pleasure it brings me. The shower is instantly filled with the scent of ginger and sandalwood, and combines with the warmth of the water and pressure of Zeke’s finger, creating a peaceful, aromatic atmosphere. He forces my head back under the spray, washing away the lathered suds. There’s a feeling of vulnerability inside of me, of surrendering myself to another person and allowing them to take care of me, to cherish me. He repeats the motions with conditioner, taking his time to detanglemy long, dark tresses with his fingers, and a tear slides down from the corner of my eye, disappearing with all the droplets of water. It’s not that he’s hurting me, at least not physically. For a moment there, I remembered the Zeke from my childhood, the one who was always so patient with me, even when I was an obnoxious child testing his patience. He never pushed me away, never made me feel like I was bothering him, despite my brother’s taunts that I was. I was always his little Snow, his princess who needed saving from the dragon, as much as from her willful self. Here we are, full circle, and I still need saving, but the monsters that hunt me are much worse than imaginary fire-breathing dragons.

His warm, soft lips meet the top of my shoulder, in an open-mouthed kiss that moves slowly and sensually along my collarbone. His hands caress the sides of my abdomen, running up and down my flesh in soothing, peaceful circles, causing goosebumps to rise, regardless of the hot water bearing down on us. I try to turn in his grasp, but he holds me steady, one of his hands rising and pushing my soaked hair away from the back of my neck, so his mouth can continue on its seductive journey. My head instantly tilts, giving him the access that he seeks, as my erect nipples harden, and my core clenches with emptiness. He follows the roadmap of my spine, leaving kisses one after the other in his wake, and occasionally rasping his teeth against my stimulated flesh. “Zeke,” his name sounds like a prayer and a demand in the small space. I feel him fall to his knees behind me, his fingers kneading and caressing my asscheeks, as his lips slide across them right to left, and my eyes threaten to roll into the back of my skull. “Shhh, baby, I am going to make you feel so good,” his voice, thick with arousal, has me squeezing my thighs together, as I feel my wetness begin to trickle out of me.

“Please...” I moan, unsure of what I am even asking him for, when everything inside of me is liquifying like hot lava froma volcano, ready to explode. I just know that I need him to make me forget everything that has happened, even if it’s for a brief moment, and the way that I feel unworthy of continuing to draw breath. He doesn’t answer me, at least not with his words. His hands nudge my legs, forcing them to widen for him, as he spreads my cheeks apart, and a soft growl leaves his mouth, before his hot tongue swipes across my puckered hole and moves down along my drenched slit, before reaching my swollen, throbbing clit and lashing it, over and over again. “Fuck, you taste like heaven, Dinah.” His warm breath hovers over my pussy lips, before he pulls away, and forces me to bend forward, placing my palms on the tiled wall so I don’t smash my face. My breathing is erratic, with the sound of my blood whooshing in my ears, as his tongue slides inside of my tight hole, and one of his thumbs moves to rub circles on my needy clit. He pulls back, and licks a sizzling line from clit to my puckered hole, then down to the inside of my thigh, and, without warning, bites down, forcing a surprised scream from my lips, before laving at the area. My fingers press into the tile for dear life, as his lips seal around my clit, and he sucks hard, and I swear I see stars behind my shuttered eyelids. All the while, the water continues to stream down around us, shutting us away from the world.

Two digits stroke at my aroused pussy lips, coating themselves in my wetness before teasing my far too-empty entrance. “Look at how wet you are for me,my dirty girl. Does this pretty pussy need me to fill it, Snow? Do you need your husband to make you cum, baby?“ Fuck, I’m a goner for his dirty talk, and he knows it. I push my ass back, hoping to force his fingers inside of me, but he just chuckles into my skin and nips at my clit. “Oh my God,fuck, Zeke, please!“ His hand snakes around my body, cupping my heavy breast, before squeezing the globe tightly in between his fingers, and pulling on my nipple, while his fingers circle myopening, teasing it over and over as I clench on nothing. “Play with yourself, rub your clit for me like a good girl, and maybe I’ll reward you and let you cum.”

I remove one of my hands from the slick tiled wall, and skate my fingers down my body, beginning at my neck and working their magic downwards, over my heaving breasts and his fingers, which are strumming on my nipple. I continue sliding them over my stomach, stroking the skin around my pussy lips until I reach the apex of my thighs. I allow my fingers to move slowly, ratcheting up my desire, and bringing me into a boiling frenzy as I tease myself. I flick my clit over and over, lost in the sensations overwhelming me, just as Zeke bites my asscheek again, compelling a mewling sound out of me as he slams his digits inside of me without warning, forcing me to rise on the tips of my toes, and instantly spread my legs wider to allow him to finger fuck me hard. “Don’t stop playing with your clit, Dinah, or I’ll remove my fingers and leave you hanging.”Motherfucker.I have no doubt he will comply with his words if I defy him. It’s a good thing I have no desire to do so. My orgasm is beginning to rise inside of my body, little trickles of electricity moving along my nerve endings, and muscles tightening in preparation for my body shattering under his ministrations. His rhythm inside my pussy picks up speed, his digits curling and hitting a spot that almost makes my legs give out. His other hand plays with my breast, pulling, twisting, and squeezing my delicate nipple to the same rhythm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum,” I announce, the words ripped from my lips.

Everything stops; his fingers halt inside of me, and his hand lays heavily against my breast, no longer providing the hit of pain mixed with pleasure. “No! Please!” I beg as I push my body to ride his digits as I circle my clit relentlessly, on the very cusp of an orgasm. His hand leaves my breast, and his fingers slide out of my cunt, until only the tips remain within me. In the nextmoment, a slap rings out in our watery cocoon, and my asscheek heats with the fiery sting. “You forget yourself, Snow. You belong to me, and you’re mine to do with as I please. My wife, but also my whore. Say it, Dinah, confirm you’re mine.” He rubs my asscheek, soothing the sting as his fingers begin once more to move shallowly inside of my pussy, but it’s not enough, and he knows it. The fucker is just teasing me. I bite down on my lip to halt the tantalizing sensations that have me wanting to give in immediately to him.

Too bad for my husband that he married a stubborn bitch. Another slap cuts through the sounds of the water, followed by my flesh heating deliciously. Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. My body is primed to explode; a few more slaps and circles of my clit, and I will cum whether he wants me to or not. I fight the smirk that wants to crest across my lips, even though he can’t see it from behind me, and pick up speed on my clit, my core tightening almost painfully, as I push myself over the edge with a scream, and cum on his digits. “Oh, Dinah, you naughty girl.”

I feel him rise behind me, the heat radiating off his body. His hand reaches out, grabs my shoulder, and forces me to turn around and face him. The look on his face is unveiled desire. His eyes are dark pools of emerald, filled with illicit heat that makes me moan. He licks his lips as if I am a meal he wishes to devour. One of his hands strikes out, wrapping around my throat and pulling me towards him, and his mouth crashes into mine in a fierce kiss that is all teeth, heat, and aggression. His tongue probes the seam of my lips, insisting on entry, and like the wanton whore he calls me, I open and allow him to take his fill. We are both crazed, biting and kissing, eating from each other’s lips as if there was no tomorrow. I taste copper in my mouth from his nip on my bottom lip, and it thrills me to know he’s taking me in, like the vampire that he is, sucking all of theblood, arousal, and devotion into himself. We both grunt out cries of pleasure as his fingers encircle my throat, tightening and marking my flesh, and taking away my ability to breathe. “It’s not even a punishment, is it,wife?You enjoy my brand of depravity, and everything I do to you, even when I delude myself into thinking I’m punishing you.”

He doesn’t wait for my response, not that I could give him one even if I wanted to. His hold on my throat is far too tight for words, never mind oxygen. He uses his grip to push me down to my knees on the warm, wet tile, and my head to tilt upwards to meet his gaze. “You were always meant to be mine. Fate makes no mistakes, Dinah.” My eyes begin to sink to half-mast as my lungs struggle with the depleting air. “Open your mouth, wife, and take me to the back of your throat.” The tip of his hard, pierced cock pushes against my lips, and inside of my mouth. As much as I want to continue with my defiance, I want to taste him more, to feel him trapped inside of my throat when I push him over the edge. I suck, hollowing out my cheeks, and using my tongue along all of his ridges and the veins on his cock. His masculine groans are heady, and an addiction to my senses. The cold metal of his piercing tickles the back of my throat, and triggers my gag reflex to kick in. “Naw, baby, choke on me.” The savage slams into the back of my throat as far as he can go, pummeling my throat over and over again, as I gag and choke on his length, and finally, he releases his tight hold on my throat. I breathe in through my nose, desperate for air, as his balls slap against my chin with every powerful thrust. My knees begin to ache on the hard tile, but no amount of pain would stop me from enjoying this moment.

“That’s it, baby, you swallow me so well. My perfect cock sucking slut.” My core tightens once again, and my arousal drips out of me, making me needy and achy to be filled. I use one of my hands to circle and play with his balls, rolling them with myfingers, and causing his breath to hitch. My other hand slides down the middle of my body and plays with my clit, rolling tight, little circles over the throbbing bundle of nerves, before slipping two fingers inside of myself and fucking my pussy to the same rhythm he’s setting inside of my mouth. All the while, I hold eye contact, watching with intrigue how he responds to me. He spots what I’m doing, his eyebrow rising, and his lips break into a stunning, sexy smile. “I do enjoy your defiance, almost as much as I enjoy fucking your mouth, Dinah.” The second orgasm races through me like a bull in a china shop, taking me quickly, and causing me to scream with his cock still deep in my throat. The vibrations must trigger him further because, in the next moment, he’s roaring like a deranged animal, gripping my hair tightly and forcing my face against his pelvis, so there is no space between us, and his long, thick cock is as deep as it will go, as he cums down my throat. “Fuck, Snow!”

I pull my soaked fingers from inside of my pussy, my body finally giving out as he pulls back his cock, and I suck in huge desperate lungfuls of air. His salty-musky taste fills my mouth and dribbles out of the corner of my lip, and I reach up and push his cum back inside of my mouth, licking it off my thumb as he watches with dilated eyes. “God damn, Dinah. You’re fucking perfect for me. Everything about you is what I have always wanted.” His words help to soothe the part of me that sincerely believes that I am a monster. If he can want me, and think I’m perfect, perhaps I am not as lost to the darkness as I believe.

He pulls me to my feet, wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing the shit out of me. I groan into his mouth, rubbing my body against his like a cat in heat. He pulls back, licking my bottom lip and kissing the corner of my mouth, and reaches out to turn off the water. I’m almost saddened to see it go. Inside of its warm depths, we were safe from the world and the memories that surround us. “Come on, let’s get dried off, and then, if you’refeeling strong enough, we have to talk about what to do with Sammy.”

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