Page 106 of Entombed In Sin

Sagan shrugs. “We’ll see.”

For the first time in a while, a real smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. I’ve been so tired and plagued with shame that even when Knox is here, sitting in the bed with me, trying to make me smile, I can only muster up half of one.

Sagan notices. His eyes narrow in on it, and I watch as his shoulders relax ever so slightly.

“I made a vow to myself when I found you, all those months ago, that the only pain you would feel would be the kind that brings pleasure with it and it would be atmyhands,” he growls. “I may have failed you in this, but Thatcher and I have come up with a way to set things right. It should help ease the pain of his violations.”

My amusement falls away like a heavy stone falling away from a cliffside.

“Sagan…” I breathe, looking down at my body. It’s covered with a hospital gown. The thin material does nothing to make me feel comfortable. I feel dirty and exposed. “He’s in my head. He’sinsideme. I don’t think there’s anything that will make this feeling go away.”

Bile creeps up my throat. A hard shiver works its way through me as I try, and fail, to keep the feeling of Ronald’s hands from squeezing my hips.

Without warning, Sagan’s right hand curls around the front of my neck with a grip tight enough to cause my heart to skip a beat in trepidation. My eyes find his face, only to see a monster. His gaze is twisted with dark depravity and a selfish possessiveness. I know he would rip my soul straight from my body, shred and devour it just so it would always be a part of him if he could.

I wish that was so. I’ve never wanted to belong to someone so much as I do at this very moment. Sagan is the monster that could vanquish all the other ones. He’s the villain who gets what he wants in the end.

Sagan’s grip tightens around my neck. His other hand falls on my chest. The heat from his touch is scalding hot. I flinch at the contact but then lean into it, hoping it will burn away Ronald’s touch. I stare up at Sagan, whose stormy gaze doesn’t leave my face.

“I told you the first night in that house together that I’m no hero.” Sagan’s voice is rough as he speaks. His hand on my chest begins to move downward. “But as the days stretched without you, I wished otherwise. While I was absent from your life, that husk of a man has made you believe that you’re his.”

He slides his hand over my right breast and in its wake, my nipple pebbles in response. The monitor traitorously gives away how my heart longs to leap from my chest and into his arms.

“You’re not his to terrorize, Little Viper. You’remine.”

I shake my head. He’s not getting it.

“He’shere, Sagan. All around me,” I whisper, my voice wobbling as his hand travels lower. “I can feel him.”

When Sagan cups my mound above the hospital gown, I gasp.

“Whose hand is on you now?” he asks sharply.

“Yours, but…”

My bottom lip trembles hard and my eyes well up with fat tears. Sagan’s upper lip pulls back in a snarl. He leans down, getting into my face with narrowing pupils.

“He’s not here,” he snarls. “He never will be again. I will be the only one that possesses you from here on out. Do you understand me?”

I don’t. The tears leak from the corner of my eyes and slide down my cheeks. “What about… Thatcher? And Knox?”

“Theyareme,” Sagan growls. “They’re an extension of me. Just like you are. Combined is a living and breathing entity. A force no one can fucking destroy.”

I open my mouth to speak, but then Sagan yanks up the gown and shoves two fingers deep inside me. There’s no preamble, no pretty words, no sweet kisses from this Hunt twin. My cry of pain is cut off as Sagan tightens his grip around my throat.

“Do you feel him there now, Little Viper?” Sagan asks, lowering his voice. “Or do you feelme?”

His breath hits my face as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. I squirm under his touch, hating and loving it. He’s touching me where Ronald did. Doesn’t he feel dirty? Can’t he tell I'm ruined? That his toy is broken? I start to fight him, my hands reaching up to claw at Sagan’s arm that’s holding me down, but he only grips my throat tighter. The move cuts off all oxygen then. Fear causes me to thrash. The monitor beside the bed begins to go wild. Neither deter Sagan as he applies more pressure around my throat and continues to thrust his fingers deep inside of me. Just before panic begins to consume all my rationality, I look up into his eyes. There, I find my perfect villain staring back at me. There’s so much heat and avariciousness in his gaze that I begin to understand what he’s been saying and what he’s doing now.

Sagan is holding my life in his hands, because it belongs to him. At some point, before we met, he saw something in me and wanted it for himself. I gave him everything that I could because I wanted to be owned by this devil. Sagan Hunt was the first person who ever saw any real worth in me. And right now, he’s proving just how much he sees and knows me. With just his fingers, he’s forcing my body to come to life. To shake off the chill that’s frozen me from the inside since my time with Ronald.

My pussy grows wet around his fingers. I try to groan but can’t. Not with Sagan’s hand wrapped around my throat. Myhips instinctually thrust upward in time with his punishing strokes. A small mew slipping past my lips when his thumb presses down and starts to circle my clit.

“I don’t feel anyone here, Little Viper,” Sagan muses, a hard smile curling his lips. “It’s just you and me. And I think you like that. I think you enjoy me owning you, of me reminding you just how much you crave this fucked up life I allow you to live.”

Yes, I breathe in my head as the pleasure begins to grow, and tension grows taut between my legs.

Sagan shoves a third finger inside me. This digit slides in much more smoothly than the first two had. My chest arches as my body clenches around this new invader. Blackness begins to tease the edges of my vision. My lungs burn from the lack of oxygen.

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