Page 73 of Buried Beneath Sin

“We each got our kisses!” he says merrily. “You know what that means, guys!”

I don’t know what that means but the babysitter seems to. She screams before she twists and scrambles to her feet. Her attempt to race for the door is thwarted, however, as she realizes I’m blocking her exit. Our eyes meet. Her brown eyes are full of tears.

“Move!” she orders. Her hands come up, as if she’s going to shove me as she approaches.

For a half a second longer, I pity her. No one deserves this. But as that half a second passes, my back stiffens, and anger burns away the guilt and compassion. Life’s unfair and sometimes bad shit just happens. My entire life has been one hardship after another.Ihave suffered. Why should she get a break when I never did?

Too bad this woman didn’t have stepbrothers who could step in and stop the inevitable. Sucks to be her. For once in my life, I’m not the one at the end of someone’s cruelty. The relief in that though, as perverse as it, helps me set my shoulders and brace myself.

As the babysitter tries to shove me, my hands come up to protect myself. I step into the motion and push her back. Her acrylic nails rake down my arm as she tries to grab and yank me down to the ground with her. The blood on her hands and nails weakens her hold, and her grip slips and she falls to the side.

I stare down at her, feeling oddly numb. Her tears and pleas as the three men close in and circle her don’t faze me. They remind me of my own unheard cries for help. I wonder where my mercy is and where my heart has taken off to. The guys descend, plunging their knives into the woman. Her screams crescendo, growing loud with agony. Blood goes flying. The guys let her go every now and then, giving her a moment of hope before they dash it.

I watch it all like a third-party spectator. This could be a movie for as unmoved as I am.

Finally, the screaming stops. All three men stand up, almost as one, and stare down at their kill.

“I’m pretty sure Sagan’s lips didn’t actually touch her skin,” Knox says suddenly. “That’s cheating, Sagan.”

I’m not sure how Knox would know that since he’d been upstairs when the babysitter had dashed into the kitchen where Sagan had been waiting. Maybe he just likes to stir the pot.

Rather than respond, Sagan turns around slowly. His gaze finds mine, and for a second, I’m pretty sure I see something more evil than a devil staring back at me from the depths of his cold, lifeless eyes. So stunned by the intensity of the darkness, I don’t notice him coiling. Sagan moves so quickly, there’s no chance to react. His hand wraps around my neck as his leg comes out and kicks at my ankles. My scream of pain and surprise is cut off as his grip tightens around my neck as I fall. With Sagan’s hold, it's a controlled drop to the ground.

Disoriented, scared, and shocked, I start to struggle.

“Wait, what are you doing?” I shriek. My question is ignored as he yanks down my pants and underwear with a hard jerk with one hand. The motion answers my question. I push at his chest frantically. “No! Wait, you're covered in someone’s blood!”

Panicked and scared, I thrash beneath him. It does me no good. Sagan yanks down the zipper of his pants while I push against him. His large frame, thick with understated muscles, doesn’t budge. I manage to knock off his cap, which goes flying, but it doesn’t stop him. His dark bangs hang in his face, covering most of his eyes, but his teeth flash in a feral, terrifying grin. It’s beautiful and horrific, especially with the splatter of blood that’s painted on his handsome face. Quickly, my stepbrother straddles me and positions himself at my entrance. Just like his knife had plunged into the babysitter, who’s warm body lays by my head, Sagan’s dick sinks into me. The fiery sting as he stretches me is agonizing. My scream of pain comes with more thrashing. He lays over my body, his weight making it harder for me to fight him off.

“Hm, Little Viper, your scream is much prettier than our victim’s was,” Sagan growls into my neck as he snaps his hips back and forth. I try to arch my back to make it less intense, but Sagan leans his hips into my pelvis, forcing me to lay flat against the floor.

“Roll, Sagan,” Thatcher orders sharply.

Without hesitation, his brother does as he’s told, bringing me with him. I cry out at the shift in position. When I’m on top, I brace my hands against his chest and desperately try to push off. It’s a fruitless attempt to escape. Sagan grabs my hips and uses them to control his thrusting from the bottom. I’m just a toy to him right now. A place to put his dick, and god it hurts.

But also… surprisingly good in a strange, unbelievable way.

What does it say that, in his murderous state, Sagan sought me out? Heneedsme. His feral thoughts and hard body crave me at this very moment. There’s hunger and desperation in the brutal way he drives into my body—speaking volumes to their depths. A warmth begins to gather in my veins, and I can feel my body begin to relax. Sagan’s movements become slicker. My next cry is still filled with pain but now also holds a hint of pleasure.

“You’re getting so fucking wet,” Sagan groans. “You scream and put up a fight, but your body aches to be filled by me. You love this.”

I don’t… or maybe I do? This time, my cry is more of a wail that shifts into a heady moan. I find my hips jerking instinctually to meet Sagan’s hard thrusts. My pussy clenches down hard around my stepbrother. The involuntary action causes Sagan’s eyes to roll into the back of head and he swears between clenched teeth.

A hand grabs both of my braids that rest down my back and it uses them to yank my head to the side from behind. I gasp as Sagan slams my body down harder on him.

“I didn’t realize you wanted to play, Little Sister,” Thatcher drawls. His chest presses against my back. “What a good guard dog, sitting by the door for us.”

His words are a jumbled mess as his brother builds a conflicting storm of pleasure and pain between my legs. I chase both, unable to stop myself from moving in time with Sagannow. His urgency is spilling into me, and I can’t help but chase after the release he’s climbing toward. Thatcher shoves my body forward, using the base of my two braids to guide me down. My hands land on Sagan’s chest. In this position, Sagan has to work harder to move my body up and down his long, hard length.

“Take a deep breath, Little Sister, your other big brother wants a piece of your tight pussy,” Thatcher grows into my ear as he practically lays on top of me.

Wait… What?

His dick presses into me, right along with his brother’s. My scream is nearly supersonic. The immediate pain from his intrusion is mind blowing. This isn’t possible. My body wasn’t made to handle two men at a time. I’m only human. And god, I’m most certainly feeling my mortality now. I fight both men, scratching and biting as they work to tear me in two. Thatcher’s grip on my braid tightens to keep me from bashing the back of my skull into his face while Sagan uses my hips to work me down both of them.

“Fuck,” Knox whispers from nearby. “How is this hot? I didn’t think I’d enjoy sharing but…”

His words trail off as I scream louder, the shearing pain is inconceivable as the twins stretch me to impossible lengths. The sounds of heavy breathing, the feel of their scalding hot skin, and their moans, all intertwining together—crescendoing and petering off… I can feel and hear it all and it somehow eases the pain. And as the pain subsides, between the two of them, desire is stirred back up. I whimper, confused by my body’s reaction to these two.

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