Page 22 of Buried Beneath Sin

I transfer them to one hand and pull a zip tie from my pocket. I ignore her kicking and flailing, or at least I try to. All this fighting is making me harder than steel. My Little Viper has never been one to shrink away or wilt under pressure. It's one of the things I adore about her. Using my body weight to keep her pinned to her table, I make quick work of binding her wrists behind her back. When I’m done, I grab both of her braids with one hand, leaning over her to do so, and yank my knife from its sheath hanging from my belt with my other hand. My blade swings around and presses against her throat. By holding her hair and giving her incentive not to move, Beatrix instantly freezes.

“Trevor—”

“Say his name again, and I’ll rip out your tongue,” I warn icily. Surprise causes Beatrix’s whole body to become rigid. I snicker. “That’s right, my Little Viper, I’m not who you think I am.”

For a second, she breathes heavily as the shock sinks in. I give her a moment, enjoying how I can almost hear the wheels turning as she pieces together who I am.

“Y-you're the one who's been leaving the flowers and notes,” she says breathlessly. “What are?—”

“Here’s the thing, Little Viper.” I lean over her back, pressing my weight into her, causing her to gasp for air. “You want me to do something for you, and I will, happily, but I never said you’d get it from me for free. So tonight, I’m collecting my payment up front.”

Beatrix grunts. “What do you want?”

“You, Little Viper.You.” I press my cheek against her back and enjoy the sound of her fluttering heart. Carefully, I pull my knife away from her throat and place it beside her but out of sight so she can’t make a move to reach for it. Then, I move so quickly that Beatrix doesn't have time to react before I've reached down and pulled the roll of tape and rope from my backpack. By the time she does start to move, I've ripped a large piece of duct tape from the roll.

“No, no, wait! I?—”

I reach around and slap the tape over her mouth from behind easily.

“Too late. You've signed your name in the devil's book, Little Viper. Not that you didn't already belong to me.” I run my hand down her back. “Things are in motion that can't be undone. I wouldn't stop them even if I could. So here's what’s going to happen. I'll take my payment from you, Little Viper, and then I'll get to work removing the parasites that have latched on to your life. Brace yourself, pet, because I’m not going to stop until I’m absolutely sated.”

Beatrix screams behind the tape. My smile grows. The sound is full of fury and terror. There is nothing more addictive than basking in the terror of my prey. To be thesourceof their fears.I move quickly again. This time Beatrix is a little faster trying to roll off the table when my weight eases off her. But she's not quite fast enough. Taking the rope, I wrap it around her and the table, pinning her flat. She whimpers and hard tremors rush through her.

“Don't worry, Little Viper, I'll take good care of you.” I pick up my knife and use it to cut away Beatrix’s shirt. She flinches as the skin on her back is touched by the cool air in the room. My eyes land on the massive bruising that creeps up the side of her back. It's a few days old but that only means it's had time to darken up. My stomach twists at the sight of it.

No more bruises, I vow mentally to my pet.Not from my father at least.

I let the tip of my blade slide down the seam of her pants between her legs. Then I make a few other cuts. My blade is so sharp that just the slight contact has the fabric falling away. Her beautiful, thick, voluptuous ass comes into view, and I can't help but groan. I reach forward and cup her right cheek, marveling at how much spills over my fingers and out of my palm, and how much more there’s left to hold. Beatrix flinches, her trembling becoming harder. I groan as I feel it through the hold I have on her.

My cock strains against my zipper.

Sheathing my blade, I grab both of Beatrix’s thighs and spread them apart. Tonight, I won't take everything. I'm here for a taste.Thisis her payment. When I take her fully, she'll be begging for me. Crouching down, I find myself eye level with her beautiful cunt… that’s wet? I lean forward, breathing in her arousal, savoring the unexpected musky scent.

“What’s this, my beautiful pet? Is it the roughhousing that excites you?” I groan. “Or is it because you know who has you trapped?”

I slide a hand up her thigh. Her smooth brown skin, so beautiful and soft, is a heavy contrast to my calloused pale hand. When it gets to the junction between her legs, Beatrix starts to struggle. I grind my teeth before straightening. My hand cracks against her ass. The jiggle it inspires and the red mark that immediately appears, both soothe my irritation with her immediately.

“Move again and see what happens, Little Viper,” I warn.

This time when I crouch down, I don’t stop,can’tstop, myself from leaning in and running my tongue through her folds.

Dear fucking lord.

With a ragged gasp of awe and wonder, I yank my face back. A shiver of unprecedented desire shoots through my empty body that’s free from any other emotion that would help dilute the intensity of the reaction.

“Oh my, Little Viper, you aredelicious…” I confess through a throaty growl.

Iknewshe would taste good. There’s just something about Beatrix that told me her body would be the sweetest treat. All my teeth could fall out from rot for all I care. As long as I could eat from this forbidden tree—it would be worth it.

Pressing my mouth against her core, I groan once before diving my tongue deep into her weeping pussy. Beatrix struggles against her binds. I grab her thighs with a biting grip and hold them open as I feast. Good god, nothing could pull me from this moment. Her struggling doesn’t let up, but as hard as she fights, she grows wetter.

I pull away gasping. “That’s it, my Little Viper, give itallto me. You’re doing so well.”

All these months watching from the shadows, and my patience is finally being rewarded. And the prize? The most delicious fucking cunt I’ve ever tasted. As my tongue laps up her arousal, Beatrix’s muffled cries choke off, turning into softmoans. Her struggling becomes less and less until suddenly her body stiffens. As she cums, her body leaks more of her juices. I drink up every drop. Even when her body goes limp, I keep going. It’s not enough. I need more. The amount of blood coursing through my dick is making me feel lightheaded. Or maybe it’s the dizzying, giddying high clouding my thoughts. My drug of choice? Beatrix Starr.

My cock strains harder against the zipper of my jeans. I’m so hard it hurts. I can’t help but laugh against Beatrix’s core as I grow drunk off her.

My fingers slide into her tight pussy. Scissoring and curling, they work for more of this delicious treat from her body. She can give this to me, I know it. Beatrix starts to fight me again. Her legs try to squeeze shut while simultaneously trying to kick me away. She screams wildly behind the duct tape and her shoulders jerk around as she tries to worm free of her binds. Annoyance momentarily cuts through my giddiness.

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