Page 60 of Buried Beneath Sin

My thumb slides across her bottom lip, more than pleased by her response.

“We’ll see about that.” I glance over to Knox who’s cutting up three more large pieces of the lasagna and plating them. I grab two plates full of food and nudge my head toward the table. “Let’s eat before dinner gets cold.”

“Where the hell is Sagan? He’s taking forever,” Knox asks as Beatrix and I move away.

“Here,” Sagan announces as he saunters into the room.

Just as I had, my brother moves around the island and greets Knox first. He reaches out to grab our Pretty Boy. It’s a simple hold around our companion’s neck but Knox’s face turns red as he blushes and then tilts his head up to accept Sagan’s kiss. Smirking, I place the two plates in my hand on the table. Then I pull out a chair and have a seat. Beatrix moves to take the seat beside mine, but I shake my head.

“Come here, Little Sister.”

Beatrix looks at me, hesitating for just a second before she comes to stand beside me. “On your knees, Beatrix. Let me see how well you’ll obey and indulge my every whim.”

Before she can move again, Sagan is there behind her. He grabs one of her braids and tugs it, yanking her head to the side.Her gasp is cut off as he lowers his face to her neck and runs his tongue up the column of her throat.

“Finally, Little Viper, you’re ours.” Can our stepsister hear the timbre of desire as he growls into her ear?

Like a door flinging open in the middle of a tornado, through our connection I’m hit with his emotions—so intense it knocks the breath out of me. It’s a mixture of excitement and madness, violence and delight. It’s the most I’ve ever felt from him at one time.

Beatrix lets out a contented sigh as he nips at her ear.

“Yours,” she breathes softly.

A hard shudder rushes through me.Fuck.Her compliance and acceptance are fucking beautiful.

“On your knees, Little Viper,” Sagan murmurs before he steps back. He drops her braid and plods around the table to sit with his meal at the head of it. “Knox, I’ll bring in all your bags after I blow up the air mattress for you to use tonight. We’ll get you a real one tomorrow.”

Knox beams at Sagan but I focus my attention on my sister.

A shy smile tugs at her mouth. Slowly, she lowers herself to the floor, kneeling like she’s before an altar. She bows her head in a wordless, reverent thanks before she looks back up at me expectantly. Fucking hell… My dick is so hard right now I can hardly think straight. With Beatrix on her knees like this, I'm presented with so many opportunities to see how far she’s willing to go for me. It takes a second for me to breathe through the urge to push Beatrix to extremes tonight right here in front of Sagan and Knox. This isn’t an initiation test. We’re past that. I just want to see how easily she accepts her position within our little family unit. I decide what I want to do quickly as I note the dark, tired circles under her eyes.

“You look stunning down there. Here, let me take care of you,” I reach forward and cut a bite of lasagna with my forkbefore stabbing and lowering it to her lips. Beatrix doesn’t hesitate. Her mouth opens and her lips wrap around the fork. A heavy moan follows as her eyes roll. I shoot my Pretty Boy a pleased smile. “Hear that Knox? Your dinner is appreciated.”

Knox’s mouth stretches into a smug smile as he joins us at the table. “It’s all the ingredients.”

My smile freezes in place. I hold his gaze and give him a subtle shake of my head in warning. We’ll ease her into some things, especially this. Knox sighs loudly and turns to Sagan.

“Can I get a king-sized mattress?”

As the two of them discuss the logistics of a mattress that size going up two flights of stairs, I grab my glass of wine and the one meant for Beatrix. I hand her one, then I look at my brother and Knox.

“Our first night in our first home, gentlemen,” I raise my glass. “I think a toast is in order.”

Sagan grunts but reaches forward and grabs his glass. Knox grabs his glass too as he jumps up to his feet.

“To murder, mayhem, and a fuck ton of fun,” he declares loudly.

I tip my glass in his direction. “Well said, Knox.” I glance down at my stepsister on her knees who’s watching me. “And to new beginnings.”

“To new beginnings,” she whispers back.

I down my wine quickly, unnerved by the shine of sincerity staring back at me. Knox is right, her willingness to give me control is going to go straight to my head.

“Little Sister, I do have to warn you. Our presence in your life might not be a comfortable adjustment for you,” I tell her as I cut her another bite of food. My dick hardens further as she wraps her lips around the fork and pulls away. As her tongue slides over her lips, I choke back a groan. “Good girl.”

Her subdued smile disappears as she ducks her head in an attempt to hide it.

Knox laughs. “Who wants a comfortable life? Comfortable is boring.”

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