Page 23 of Buried Beneath Sin

“You don’t know who I am, or what I’m capable of, Little Viper, but when I tell you to do something, I expect complicity.”

With that I lean forward and nip at her clit.

Her scream of fury and fear turns to pain. When I let go, it’s only so I can continue pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy. Beatrix goes limp as she alternates between sobs and panting hard. Her body clenches around me, her arousal dripping all over my palm. It doesn’t take long for her sobs to choke off into moans, nor does it take too much for her body to fall apart once more.

I lean forward, drinking straight from the source.

It’s. Not. Enough. When I pull away from between her legs with a gasp, my mind is reeling. Allowing myself a taste was a mistake. A hit, that’s all it’s taken, and now I’m as high as a goddamn kite on Beatrix Starr.

Ineedmore. Desperation is a persistent, heavy ache that has sunk bone deep. It’s so thick and demanding, my muscles cramp and my gut threatens to turn itself inside out. The need to crawl beneath her skin and bask in the unholy presence that hides there rides me hard. I look down at the sopping wet pussy before me. I could…

No.

Control and patience. That's what I pride myself on. I want Beatrix looking up at me as I fuck her pretty little pussy. I won’t allow myself to fall any further into temptation. My body is wound so tight, I have to move slowly as I straighten from my crouch in order not to snap. How could I have thought a taste would suffice? This was a mistake. Sucking in a deep breath, I savor the aroma clinging to my lips and nose.

Absentmindedly, I reach out and stroke her ass tenderly.

“I made a promise, Little Viper, and I intend to keep it. You've paid up. Now I'll take care of your problem.”

Beatrix breathes heavily as she lays there. I pull my knife free and skim the tip over her butt. “I'm going to untie you from here. Count to thirty, and you can stand and turn around as you figure out how to get your hands free. Turn around any sooner, I'll gut you and leave your body in a pile with your mother’s and Patrick’s. Got that?”

Beatrix nods immediately.

Her compliancy is a beautiful thing. With a sigh, I cut her free, grab my backpack, and slip away down the dark hallway.

13

KNOX

After another successful night of solo killing, I finally make it back to the motel in the podunk town of Cherrywood. This is the fifth night I’ve struck out on my own in the past week. It’s rare for one of us to kill without the others but not unheard of. Sometimes, we just need to blow off steam or need some time to ourselves.

Lately, I’ve needed a lot of time to myself. I’ve been trying to get used to the isolation, knowing what’s coming soon.

As I park in front of the two rooms the guys and I are renting out, I notice Sagan's motorcycle is missing. Damn, he’sstillnot back from stalking that girl? Anger sours my mood. At least the large black truck parked beside Sagan’s empty space is there. Its presence tells me I'm not alone tonight. Good. Having one twin around is better than neither of them. Grabbing my small lunchbox, I push the car door open and climb out. Just as I step up onto the sidewalk, the door to one of the two rooms opens.

“There you are, Pretty Boy. I was beginning to wonder if I should come look for you,” Thatcher greets, wearing only black silky pajama bottoms.

As he leans against the doorframe, I drink in the sight of his muscular frame. He’s not jacked, but he definitely finds time towork out. His pale skin has a few circular scars from cigarette burns, a gift from their dad. He hates them, but I think they only make him more striking.

Thatcher’s gaze drops to the lunchbox in my hand. “Dinner for tomorrow?”

“If you're nice,” I tease, attempting to push aside my resentment at Sagan for not being here.

Thatcher's gaze drifts back up to my face, his mouth pulling wide as he smiles. “Aren't I always?”

That smile…fuck.Thatperfect, dangerous smile. It’s magnificent, just like the rest of Thatcher. God, with just a single smile from this asshole I would do anything for him. It’s like that for a lot of people who Thatcher graces with his attention. Most of the time though, if Thatcher turns this devilish flash of teeth in your direction, you’re a dead man walking.

I learned that the hard way. Lucky for me, I didn’t stay dead.

“No.” My blunt response has Thatcher laughing softly. I step closer. “Move, I need to put this in the refrigerator.”

Thatcher steps back and allows me to enter. He shuts the door behind me and moves toward the bed where he’d clearly been laying before my arrival.

“Did you go out tonight?” I ask him.

Thatcher chuckles darkly. “I did. It was hard picking my hit with so many options, but I did end my night on a high note.” There's a short pause as I bend and shove my lunchbox into the small, gross refrigerator. “I got news from Sagan a few minutes ago.”

At the sound of his brother's name, I roll my eyes, not stopping my progression as I head for the bathroom next.

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