Page 117 of Entombed In Sin

“And were they?” My brother asks her.

Fuck the lube. I know Beatrix left it with good intentions, trying to spare Knox, but I know my Pretty Boy. He can handleme and my brother just fine without it. He enjoys the pain that coincides with the pleasure we bring. So I use what I have readily available. I spit in my hand and stroke myself as I jerk Knox’s hips back into me with my other.

“Sojealous,” she giggles breathlessly.

I can’t see the two of them as I focus on my need to bury myself into my Pretty Boy, but there’s a rustling and a soft feminine groan that follows my stepsister’s words. The sound is mixed with Knox’s heavy breathing as he fists himself.

“This is going to hurt,” I warn Knox with a grin he can’t see.

“Naw, my bestie had her fingers stretch me good earlier.” He snickers. “Then again, you’re much bigger than her?—”

I press my dick against his tight hole and push forward. I’m momentarily blinded with pleasure as his tight ass clenches down around me. Goosebumps race down my arms and my lungs seize. Damn, he feels so good. As I blink the world back into focus, I realize that Knox is howling—a sound twisted with a strained laugh.

Hm, he can do better than that for me. I reach up and, without warning, place a hand in the middle of his back. Knox’s back arches away from me as he screams. At the same time, he also thrusts his hips back into my pelvis, craving the rest of my dick as I sink further into him.

“Fuck, fuck…” Knox hisses as he catches his breath.

He might be able to stand Beatrix’s touch, but his inability to handle it from others hasn’t changed. It must be Beatrix’s sweet and timid nature that’s become Knox’s personal balm to soothe his past traumas. But there’s nothing sweet about me or my brother. Maybe one day he’ll break free of the hold his past has on him. Maybe not. Either way, we’ll be here for him—pushing him to his limits. Slowly, I slide my hand down his back. To anyone else, it would be a reassuring motion. To Knox,it’s torture. He howls again. The sound echoes round the empty warehouse.

God. The sounds he makes are so fucking pretty—just like the rest of him.

His ass clenches around my dick, making any progression difficult, but I work my way into Knox’s body, determined to bury myself inside him. Knox groans between heavy pants.

“That’s right, Pretty Boy, open up for me,” I order through clenched teeth. “You feel so fucking good. You know, you looked great in your dress before I ruined it… though, there’s something to be said about you looking like a ravaged whore right now with a strap hanging off your shoulder and my cock half-buried in your ass.”

Knox’s shaky, slightly pained laugh causes his body to clench harder around me. His knees wobble. I can feel the shaking as it crawls up his back. I grip his hips tighter, willing him to keep upright.

“You can handle this,” I assure him as I sink all the way down to the hilt. “You’ve handled me and Sagan withoutanylube before, spit or otherwise. This should be easy for you.”

“Thatcher,” Knox gasps, his hips grinding back into me. “Fucking, fuck, fuck…”

I don’t give him time to acclimate. My hips move back and then forth. The motion isn’t smooth, not right away, but Knox doesn’t fight it. In fact, he leans into the pain. Sweat breaks out on his skin and he cries out as I drag my hand down his back again slowly. This is what he gets for luring me in here and putting on such a hot show with my sister. I’m not rational when I step into heated moments like this. I’m just a man who desperately needs to claim the people who’ve stolen his sanity.

“Go ahead, Little Viper. I told you that you could go back to playing with your toy,” Sagan urges.

Suddenly, Knox gasps loudly.

“You… you’re trying to kill me!” he declares breathlessly.

His hands come down to brace himself on something, which in turn causes Knox to bend further at the waist. I spare a glance around him to find Beatrix has returned to sucking his dick, her hands planted on his thighs—his hands on her shoulders to steady himself. But rather than on her knees, my stepsister is straddling my brother’s lap, facing away from him while he holds her hips and moves her up and down on his dick. His gaze is pinned on her bare ass while my own is riveted to the delight on her face as she works to get Knox off.

Holy shit.

This is so fucking hot.

The snapping of my hips becomes an urgent thing. How is it thatthisis my life? I kill, I steal, I covet, and yet I’m continuously gifted with moments like this. There’s no need to ever strive to be a saint when being a sinner is more rewarding.

“Shit, Beatrix, I’m going to…” Knox gasps.

His body clenches down on me and I know he’s about to cum. I fuck him harder, faster, my own impending orgasm approaching swiftly. My hand slides back up Knox’s back and he cries out in pain, then groans loudly as Beatrix strokes his thighs.

With a strangled cry, Knox cums.

“That’s right, Shining Starr. Swallow me down,” he rasps. “Next time I’ll get your tits.”

I can feel my orgasm coming. The shudder that creeps down my spine is my warning. But I don’t want to be done just yet. With a great deal of self-control, I pull my dick free of Knox’s ass.

“On your knees, Pretty Boy. Help my brother finish our sister,” I order between clenched teeth.

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