Page 74 of Buried Beneath Sin

“Just a little more,” Thatcher promises. “You’re doing so good, getting nice and wet for us, Little Sister. God, you’re absolutely perfect.”

I want to deny that I could possibly be enjoying this. The pain is beyond my wildest dreams. The rough way Thatcherworks himself into my body then starts to move in time with his brother makes me feel as if I’m about to be torn to shreds. My tears and cries are ignored. No, not ignored—they seem to fuel the twins’ excitement. They move faster, their breathing erratic. Yet I can’t deny the mounting tension gathering between my legs.

Thatcher jerks my head to the side using my braids and kisses me down the length of my neck and jawline. He nips at my ear and then licks up the back of my neck where beads of sweat are gathering. My shiver has nothing to do with the rough way the Hunts are using me. Neither does the shaky breath that slips past my lips.

Beneath me, Sagan snarls, his grip tightening on my hips as he stills. Thatcher doesn’t stop moving but his thrusting becomes frantic while his brother’s cum fills me.

“Give her to me,” Knox demands suddenly.

“Knox…” Thatcher growls a warning I don’t understand.

He jerks my head up and twists it so I’m facing Knox. I find him crouched down beside us, watching where we’re all joined. His pupils are blown wide, and his breathing is ragged, as if he’s here working his way into my body as well—tangled up in a part of the chaos.

“Your cum ismine.She doesn’t get to let it go to waste by letting it drip down her thighs or gather in her panties. I want to devour you, Thatcher. I want to taste you in any capacity that I can. The same with you, Sagan. So don’t fucking fight me.” The look Knox gives me is a mixture of crazed delight and a challenge—as if he expects me to object to this. Whateverthisis. When he tears his eyes away to look back at Thatcher, he snarls, “Now, give her tome.”

Thatcher’s hips snap forward three more times before he shoves himself as far as he can go into my body. He stills while his release mixes with Sagan’s. He shoves my face down againsthis brother’s chest as he cums loudly. I can feel it, cum from both of them warming up my body from the inside out. My body trembles in shock while I cry softly. After a moment, Thatcher finishes with a pleased groan. He lets go of my hair and strokes a hand down my spine.

“You’re such a good girl, Beatrix, letting us play with you like this. I knew you were special,” he coos. A wave of heat rolls over me and I choke on an unexpected groan of pleasure at the praise I’m not quite sure I deserve. “Come here, Pretty Boy.”

Knox moves closer before lowering himself onto the floor.

“Ready?” Thatcher asks. I’m not sure who he’s talking to, but I shake my head. I can’t do this. I don’t think I can take Knox too. I’ll die. I just know it.

Suddenly, Thatcher pulls out of me. At the same time, Sagan’s hands disappear off my waist. His brother’s replace them, and I’m pulled off Sagan with ease. I whimper at how stretched I feel and the sharp pain of the swift movement. I’m not in the air for long. Somehow, Thatcher manages to place me right on top of Knox’s face, my legs straddling the blond man beneath me.

“What the—AH!” I almost levitate right off Knox as his tongue dives into my core.

Thatcher captures both of my hands and pulls them behind my back while, at the same time, Knox grabs my thighs to hold me in place. Knox’s tongue slides through my folds, teases my clit, then dives into my pussy like a man on a mission.

“Knox!” My shriek is strained and loud. “No, no! No, wait…Oh…oh, yes…”

My eyes squeeze shut as the exquisite feeling of his wet, hot tongue works me up. Holy shit. Oh…shit. My hips grind down onto Knox’s face—this motion more deliberate than when I’d been on top of Sagan. How could I,whywould I, fight this when it feels so good?

Knox’s tongue is everywhere at once, soothing the ache left behind from the others, and working to teases away all thoughts of pain. There’s a skill in the way Knox’s tongue moves, practiced like he’s done this before plenty of times. He seems to know exactly what to do and how. This isn’t a frenzied thing between us. Knox is deliberately working to get my body to bear down and push out the twins’ cum and it’s working. Oh god, is itworking. My pussy flutters and clenches as his tongue slides into me and laps away at the mess there.

“Knox,” I whimper his name. “Please, don’t stop.”

In the back of my head, I know I should worry about suffocating him. The way I’m pressing all my weight down and grinding against this pretty man’s face beneath me is probably a good way to kill him. But as Knox’s tongue teases my clit and gives it a suck, I can’t find it in me to care.

Behind me, someone groans. I don’t look back to see who it is. I’m overcome with the swift shift from the pain of being used by two men to the absolute mind-blowing pleasure of Knox’s mouth. Every short lick, lazy lap, and twirl of his tongue is not only a surprise, but an experience like none other. My nipples pebble so tightly I wince at their sudden sensitivity and the way my bra shifts over them.

I groan Knox’s name, not caring that I might be too loud. The twins will quiet me if it becomes a problem, I’m sure of it.

“Knox has a very talented mouth, doesn’t he, Little Sister?” Thatcher asks into my ear, suddenly behind me. His lips plant kisses on my neck again before he speaks once more. “I knowIlove it when it’s wrapped around my cock. Our Pretty Boy has many talents.”

I whimper as my legs begin to tremble.

“Come on, Little Sister,” Thatcher urges, his voice twisted with glee. “Be a good girl and cum for us. Get our Pretty Boy’s facefilthy.”

Somehow, my stepbrother’s words send me over the edge. My body bears down on Knox’s face and I cum hard. Thankfully, it seems that my body only releases an ungodly amount of fluid when there’s something inside of me. Otherwise, I’m pretty sure Knox would be drowning right now. Still, I can feel how wet his face is as I continue to grind against it. As I lean into the body-quaking, soul-soothing orgasm Knox has drawn out, Thatcher’s hand wraps around the front of my neck. He buries his nose in the crook of my neck and breathes in deeply.

“Do you feel that, Little Sister?” he whispers. “All that power given to us by this one measly soul. We control life and death, pleasure and pain… Isn’t itexhilarating? You don’thaveto participate in our games, but maybe one day you’ll like to know what it feels like to finally be better than anyone in this godforsaken world. When that time comes, we’ll be here ready to play with you.”

The thought is tempting. Clearly these three have no problem with it. I’ve got one foot over the line, having already condemned four people to death. Could I commit this atrocity myself? I don’t know. And right now, I’m too spent to ponder such a horrible thought.

Thatcher pulls me off Knox, whose face glistens with my arousal, and into his chest. I sag against my stepbrother, breathing hard. Knox sits up only to be tackled back to the ground by Sagan, who kisses him hard on the mouth. Knox groans and kisses him back.

When Sagan pulls away, Thatcher says, “We need to get the body in the car.”

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