Page 628 of Rage

Son Of Sin

By: M.M. Riott

Prologue

Sin

They have no idea about the monster that lurks outside their windows. The monster that watches them through cameras hidden in their apartment.

He is loving and caring. She is beautifully tempting sin. Months ago, I saw them in the crowd at a concert, and I swore they would be mine. And soon, they will be.

It was easy to figure out their routines. The very fact she volunteers at an animal shelter only made me more determined to make her mine. She is great with the animals and her patience is unmatched. There is this one dog in particular, a brown and white brindle pit bull. I've watched how she cares for the dog, the love she has for it. She’s a social butterfly, when she's at the shelter she's always talking to an older woman. Her laugh is like music to my ears; every time I hear it, I feel the way my stomach clenches. But I also see the tension in her, the way she shuts down when anyone mentions her past.

They’ll both have everything they ever wanted once they’re mine. I’ll make sure of it.

I imagine Kieran’s flat stomach round and full with our baby, her perfect tits swollen so they fill my hands. And don’t get me started on her round ass. I want to see it red with handprints andfull of bite marks. Her long blonde hair makes me want to wrap it around my fist and tug until her sapphire blue eyes fill with tears. She looks like an angel.

Looks can be deceiving though, because I’ve seen her on her knees with Noah’s dick so far down her slender throat, I’m surprised she didn’t choke. The memory of what I watched them do earlier through my hidden cameras has my cock twitching in my pants.

Noah’s dark hair, beard, and caramel brown eyes are hard not to admire, and his tall, slender build is such a contrast to my muscled strength, I can’t wait to feel him pressed up against me. His dick is the perfect fucking size, even if he doesn’t have any piercings. He wouldn't even know how to use them if he did. I’ve thought about making him get one, once they are under my control.

I’ve seen the things Kieran likes to look at on her phone when Noah is not home. She goes online and watches videos of masked men while she pleasures herself. She wants to be dominated. She wants somebody to take her choices from her. She wants to feel used and degraded. She wants to be treated like the little slut she is.

I would love to pretend to be a good guy and act delusional, but I’m not. I can’t pretend. Not when I broke into their shared apartment two months ago and flushed her birth control, and then again when I snuck in two weeks ago and slipped her a pill that made her delirious.

She leaves comments under some of the videos, they started out innocent enough. The first comment she left was on a video of a shirtless man who was covered head to toe in fake blood, licking more of it off a butcher's knife. Her comment was… ‘I’d lick you clean.’ That one made me laugh. She's gotten more bold as she kept commenting, her latest comment was on a video of a masked man in a towel slung low over his hips, showing aprominent V, he was tying a knot in a rope and hooking it to his bed. Now that comment, if I remember correctly, was ‘I wish you would come and tie me up and use me anyway you’d like.’ That one made me hard just thinking of all the ways I was going to have fun with her. I may have discreetly hacked into his account and reached out to her, asking her about her deepest fantasies and asking if she wanted to play some of those fantasies out. She said yes, probably thinking I wasn't serious. That was her mistake. She responded instantly, and that's how I ended up playing out her fantasies, exactly as she described them. She hasn’t said anything to Noah about it either. She’s such a dirty, dirty girl.

I have a plan though. Tonight, I’ll make them both mine.

Chapter One

Kieran

Noah thought it would be fun to watch a movie in bed tonight, since our last date was a concert four months ago.

So, we decided to change that tonight, he doesn’t have work tomorrow and I haven’t worked in a couple years. Noah always said I didn’t have to work if I didn’t want to, because he’s a tech guy and makes decent money, so when my boss decided I should earn my money by doing him in the break room, I walked out. I didn’t want to just sit at home and do nothing, so I volunteered at the local animal shelter.

“Ma’am, are you still there?” The lady from Gio’s pizzeria asks.

I jump from the sudden sound coming through my phone. “Oh, yes, sorry, I’m here.”

“The meat lovers you ordered will be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you.”

“Kieran, baby, what do you wanna watch?” Noah yells from our bedroom.

“Something scary,” I call back.

After heading to the kitchen and grabbing us some glasses, I pour us some wine we’ve had sitting in the fridge. A knock sounds at the door, which must be the pizza arriving. I grab my purse and get out some money. When I am back in the kitchen, the pizza guy— I look at his name tag— Carl is leaning against the counter on his phone, looking bored. I stand in front of him and clear my throat. His storm gray eyes look up and lock on mine, a slight smirk on his face that takes my breath away. Immediately, guilt rushes through me–I shouldn’t be looking at any man other than Noah, no matter how chiseled his jaw is, or that he looks at me with an intensity that makes me want to drop to my knees and do just about anything he asks. His strong hands twitch, and I imagine them around my throat before banishing the thought to the darkest depths of my mind. I never would have thought a hand could be a turn on. Shit. I’m a horrible person.

I love Noah. And that’s enough.

Shaking away the feelings he stirs inside me, praying he doesn’t notice the way I was looking at him, I hand him the money, refusing to meet his eye. “Keep the change” I rasp.

Carl nods his head and exits the apartment. I gather up the wine, the glasses, and the pizza, carrying them to the bedroom where Noah waits, still off center from the handsome delivery guy. While I set the drinks and the wine on the nightstand beside him, he reaches over and grabs the pizza.

“Man, this pizza smells delicious,” he moans out. Smiling, I climb over Noah on the bed and get comfy. I hold my hand out for a glass of wine and he obliges. He takes a big mouthful from his at the same time I chug mine. I do a happy little wiggle, because, well… I’m happy–the man I love, a movie, pizza, and a glass of red wine. What else could I ask for? I ask myself, ignoring the quiet voice in the back of my mind that reminded me I’d just ogled the pizza guy. Grabbing the bottle, I refill myglass, setting it on my table. I burrow into Noah’s side and watch the movie he chose.

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