Page 94 of Buried Beneath Sin

Her words turn me into a feral creature. A deep animalistic growl is all I manage to get out as I plunge deep into her tight, wet pussy with a hard, unrestrained snap of my hips. Beatrix’s body stiffens—unprepared for my harsh claiming. She starts to cry out, but the hand wrapped around her throat tightens, cutting off the sound before the others can hear it. My own cryis buried into her neck as the heat from her pussy threatens to burn away my sanity.

With her body wrapped so tightly around my dick, breathing evenly is damn near impossible. My heart slams in my chest as I enjoy the way her body both fights me and welcomes me as I work my way inside her. When I’m fully situated, I pause. Her pussy flutters around me, desperate and hungry for friction. My Little Viper wiggles, trying to give her body what it craves.

“Eyes on Knox and Thatcher, Little Viper. Let’s cum with them, shall we?”

Without giving her a chance to respond, I move. My dick pulls back, sliding easily with the help of her arousal as it drips around me. I enjoy the long, slow pull back before I slam hard and quickly back into her body. From there, I let the animal in me take over. My hand on Beatrix’s throat moves up, back to her mouth to cover up any cries that may slip out. It’s a wise decision. The pistoning of my hips is rough and demanding. To my Little Viper’s credit, she tries to muffle her sounds of pleasure and pain. But as I really get going, as I allow myself to succumb to pleasure, she can’t choke them back any longer.

The wet sounds our bodies make spur me on. It’s filthy and erotic. The scent of sex soon overpowers Beatrix’s sweet and floral aroma. I breathe it in and let it fuel my desire for the woman in front of me further. Beatrix’s back bows, her hips pressing back into my pelvis. Her cries soon turn to moans and groans behind my hand.

Fuck, she’s so amazing. She’ll let me use her any which way I want and love it. I watch as her hands, braced against the wall now, curl into fists. I fight back a snarl as Beatrix begins to meet every thrust with a needy one of her own. She’s so greedy. What a spoiled pet she’ll be in the years to come. Because how can I resist giving her what she wants? If she wants to cum, I’ll give that to her. With a smile she doesn’t see, I reach forward with myother hand and pinch her swollen clit. She yelps behind my hand and her pussy clamps down with a vise-like grip as she cums.

The fluid that her body expels as she squirts and cums is warm and fucking amazing.

Beatrix’s knees buckle as her orgasm drains the energy from her. I catch her around the waist, not stopping as I chase my own release. My balls tingle and raise. A tremor rushes through me as I fuck my pet harder and faster than ever. The intensity with which my own release barrels through me is enough to steal my breath away. I shove my dick all the way into Beatrix and let my cum fill her womb. With short thrusts, I continue to feed her my release until I’m completely spent.

When I’m done, I hold her to me. Both of us breath heavily as we come down from our highs. Beatrix’s pussy convulses around me, aftershocks of her orgasm. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling around my softening dick.

On the other side of the wall, I can hear Thatcher grunt his own release.

A few moments pass before I collect myself and pull free from Beatrix’s body. Her soft hiss is lost over the sound of Knox chuckling weakly in the other room. She straightens and I let go of her to tuck myself back into my pants. When I’m done, I grab her arm and pull her to me. She turns to look up at me.

“I hope this was worth the punishment that is coming,” I murmur, staring down into her pretty face. Her eyes are glossy and there’s a small, content smile on her lips. It falls away though at my words.

“Punishment?” She shakes her head, her eyes widening in alarm. “No, I just wanted to make sure Knox was ok…I thought he was in trouble. I didn’t mean to?—”

“Too late,” I cut her off, delighted by her need to check on Knox. He needs people watching after him. But this was the wrong way to go about it. “What’s worse? Knox was the absoluteworst person to break this rule with. He’s going to be furious when I tell him that I caught you spying on him. He likes his privacy.”

Her gaze jumps from me to the wall. I have no doubt she’s piecing together what’s in store for her. When she looks back at me, her face twists with panic.

“Please, Sagan, don’t tell him. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Maybe just this once?—”

“That’s not how this works,” I tut. “Now come on, I want you sleeping in my bed tonight.”

Holding on to her arm, I drag her back in the direction we both came from. A smile splays across my face as I consider how this will be the first time Knox will be the one to oversee someone else’s punishment.

He’s going to love being in charge for once.

36

KNOX

There aren’t enough clothes in my wardrobe to cover my body.

I pull the cardigan closer to me as I glare at the truck sitting in Bright Starr’s parking lot as a shipment of supplies rolls in. Through the glass doors, I watch as Sagan goes over each box, inspecting them before accepting anything. I should be excited. Since Thatcher and Sagan announced they were going to take over this outdated shit hole of a funeral home, I’ve been planning its renovation. I am more excited aboutthisthan I am about the house. People are going to see Bright Starr. I highly doubt if we’ll invite people up to the house.

But I can’t find it in me to grasp the excitement I’d been holding on to all these months.

I feel exposed, like a bug under a microscope. Bitterness swells, growing so strong I choke before it ebbs away. It’s been like this for three days.Three fucking days. Ever since Sagan came to my room as I reeled over Thatcher’s punishment to let me know that Beatrix was watching me, I’ve been unable to relax. Bile creeps up my throat. It’s not like I haven't been watched before. In fact, it’s fun to have a spectator. But those times have always been withpermission. Starr Girl watched on,probably gawking or mocking me. Was she appalled? Snickering at my submissiveness?ThatI’m not ok with. Not at all.

“Knox, I’m so sorry! I just thought you were in trouble.”

“Please, Knox, I really didn’t mean to stay and watch.”

Her apologies that followed on the coattails of Sagan’s announcement of her Peeping Tom behavior the following morning rang hollow in my ears. Even when I left that night to head to the city for a kill, I couldn’t shake her voice from my head as I plunged a knife into three different victims.

Fucking bitch. Who does she think she is? How could I have possibly believed she wasn’t like the rest of the people in this podunk, piss-poor town? She’s no different from the rest of them. Did she think I was some freak at a freakshow that could be stared at with sick fascination? I get that I’m different, but I’m happy this way. I’ve chosen to walk this road and, sure, it comes with its difficulties, but I’m ok with that.

With Thatcher and Sagan, I don’t have to worry about judgment or scorn. They aren’t repulsed by me and don’t get some sick thrill of feeling superior to me. I’m free to be the real me, and they get all of me because I trust them completely.

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