Page 107 of Entombed In Sin

“Who possesses you, Little Viper?” Sagan asks with a sneer. “Who owns this pretty body, covered in shiny scales and full of venom? Is it Ronald?”

I shake my head as best I can. My thoughts start to short circuit and my fighting becomes weaker. I’m going to pass out. But, before I do, Sagan needs to know, through his brutal reclaiming of my body, that it is him that owns me. Sagan isn’t kind, isn’t sweet, but he is perfect, nonetheless. I need his depravity to ground me, and he knows this. He knowsme. And he’s giving me exactly what I need to overcome the shit I’ve gone through. In his own fucked up way, Sagan loves me and he’s showing me this in the only way he knows how.

That thought, with the peace that it brings and the relief that follows, is enough to send me careening over the edge and finding my release. Sagan lets my neck go at the same time. With a gasp, I cum hard. White-hot pleasure streaks through me, melting away the wretched chill in my veins. The heart monitor is going off like crazy, audibly telling Sagan what he’s doing to me.

“It’s you! You own me,” I whimper through the wave of pleasure. I fight the urge to close my eyes so that I can continue to stare into Sagan’s face. I want him to see the peace that he’s brought me. As my body releases Sagan’s fingers and the orgasm begins to subside, I add in a whisper, “You possess me, Sagan,sir.”

Sagan lets out a content hum as he pulls his fingers free. The sound of footsteps outside the hallway warns us that we’re about to have company.

“That’s right,I do,” he confirms with a nod, straightening slowly. He shoves his fingers into his mouth, a flash of my arousal catching in the light before it’s devoured.

I smile. “Hey, Sagan?”

My stepbrother, mydevil, steps away from the side of my bed as the door is flung open and nurses come bustling in. He raises a brow at me as he finishes cleaning his fingers.

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

Given the spotty memories of the conversation I had with Knox after I told him how I felt about him, I know my admission could earn me a punishment. It’s worth the risk. I’d rather Sagan know how important he is to me than go another day without him aware of it.

A hard, visible shiver works down Sagan’s body. His head turns once to the left, then the right in a strange jerky movement. He sucks in an unsteady breath, which is strange for this immovable man. Then, his lips pull apart slowly into a smile. It’s a small one, but so full of warmth that I know it was created solely for me.

“Every beat of this cold, dead thing inside me belongs to you and Knox, Little Viper,” he promises.

36

BEATRIX

“There, is that better?” Knox asks, stepping back to eye the pillow he’s fluffed. The move gives me a second to appreciate his slim figure that he’s showing off by wearing only a pink lace cropped tank top and low rise, tight fitted bell bottoms. “I can run and get another pillow if you want?”

I lean back against the one he’s situated behind me, wincing only a little. My legs stretch out in front of me, reaching the other end of the old wicker couch. Here in the conservatory, I find myself able to breathe more freely than I have in a long time. Through the glass ceiling, I can see the storm clouds growing dark overhead. Thunder rolls softly in the distance.

I didn’t think we were going to make it home today, given Knox’s lack of depth perception and just his general crappy driving, but we’re here now. It feels good after being in a hospital for the past six days. But it also feels strange. The old house never once felt like a place of solace, but somehow, now that I’m here, my body wants to melt into the familiarity and comfort found beneath its roof. My gaze flickers to the pretty guy standing next to me, still inspecting the pillow. I can almosthear his internal argument about whether he should run into the other room and get another.

“This is fine,” I nod. “Thanks, Knox.”

He flashes me a wide, toothy grin. It dimples his cheeks and brightens up his good eye. Where the other used to sit is freshly bandaged.

“I told you, I’m going to be the best nurse ever,” he says.

I shoot him a dark look that lacks the wrath he deserves. “I don’t think most nurseseatparts of their patients.”

Truth be told, I didn’t even notice the missing toe until yesterday. What with all my other aches and pains, trouble sleeping, and anxiousness to get home, it flew under the radar. When I realized it was gone, I was both horrified and strangely touched. I understand why Knox did it. That doesn’t mean I wanted to be eaten.

Knox shrugs before flashing me a cocky grin. “I’m a special type of nurse. Now, the doctor said to drink lots of fluids, and you need to eat before taking your pain meds.”

I sniff at the savory scent wafting through the air. My stomach growls in response. “I think you got the food part taken care of. It smells great, Knox.”

Knox’s smile is wide, brilliant, and carries with it a slight edge.

“Dinner’s been roasting for hours. It should be nearly done. I need to check on it.” Rather than move away from me to tend to the meal, Knox takes my legs and lifts them before sitting down where they’d been and placing them on his lap. When turns to face me, his smile is still in place. “Tonight, we’ll have a special dinner.”

“Why? Because it’s the first time we’ve been under the same roof together in over two weeks?” I roll my eyes. “That feels a bit too…” I flounder for a wonder. “Sweetof a gesture, Knox. Especially for you.”

Knox snickers. “You’re right. We’re not celebratingthat.”

“Ok… Well, are you going to tell me why tonight’s special, then?”

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