Page 30 of Entombed In Sin

“They’re in my way,” I whine. “I need… I need you, please, Thatcher. I feel so crazy right now. I know I should be freaking out about what I did back at that house, but I just… I feel so good. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way, and I don’t want it to stop and… and…Please, touch me, big brother! I’ll show you just how good I can be for you.”

It’s madness, I know. But my thoughts are jumbled, and I don’t quite care. I crawl across the bench seat and reach for the button to his jeans. Thatcher growls loudly, allowing me to undo his pants while he turns the truck back and pulls out onto the street. But as I reach for his erection, he grabs my wrist to halt me.

“Thatcher—”

“Lay the other way, legs open and facing me,” he orders, his voice strained.

“But—”

“Do as I say, Beatrix,” he commands sharply.

With a pout that has him chuckling, I reposition myself. I lay my head against the passenger door, bend my knees, then let my legs flop open for Thatcher to see the mess I’ve made. He glances down and groans loudly.

“Touch yourself again, Little Sister. Let me see how needy you are for me,” he orders.

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. My fingers dive back between my legs, and I cry out as my oversensitive clit throbs beneath my touch. The fingers on my other hand go back to playing with my nipples. The combination of sensations is just as wonderful as it had been moments ago.

The heat in my body is sure to compete with the sun. I’m melting from the inside out and all I can do is giggle and moan. Is this madness? Did killing that man do this to me? If so, I’m going to kill again and again until there is never another ounce of pain and loneliness in my life. I throw my head back and close my eyes as the pleasure comes roaring back.

“You did this to me,” I breathe breathlessly. “You and Sagan. Now I’m going to want to feel like this all the time. You can’t take this away from me. You can’t ever leave me and take this from me, Thatcher. Please let me have this…”

“We’re not going anywhere,” my stepbrother promises darkly. “Here, use this.”

I force my eyes to open to find Thatcher holding his knife out to me, blade first. I reach for it, careful not to cut myself. Confusion mingles with the heady fog.

“You want me to…?”

“Shove the hilt into your pussy. Fuck yourself with it as you scream my name and as you think of your kill tonight. You feel unstoppable, right? Like a god? It’s incredible, isn't it? There’s nothing wrong with being superior to everyone else. Remember who got you to this point, Little Sister,” he says, his voice full of husky desire. “Let your big brothers give this moment to you over and over again. Trust us, Beatrix.”

“I do,” I whisper, gripping the blade carefully as I turn the hilt down to insert it into my body as he’s commanded. “I do trust you.”

I may not have trusted them at the beginning of the night, but after what they’ve given me? This freedom and bliss? I can’t hold a grudge against them. They saw me and my struggles and understood what I needed. No one else has ever seen me so clearly. They are my everything. How could I fault them for something Knox has done?

With that, I sink the knife into my body. The handle is hard and thick, the leather wrapped around it creating a delicious friction as my arousal coats it. My hips automatically rock, humping the weapon without hesitation. I feel so full that I weep with relief. What makes this even better is that I know how important this weapon is to Thatcher. It’s an extension of him.

Thisishim.

I choke on a cry as I roll and rock my hips. The shaft of the knife slides in and out of me. My pussy clenches down hard around it, desperate to keep it in place. The sharp tug and roll of my nipples makes this feel so, so good.

“That’s right, Little Sister. You’re doing so good. Let me see you enjoy this high. It’s great, isn’t it? It’s so fucking potent and addictive. Just like you,” Thatcher growls. “Listen to your body. It’s so fucking hot how wet you’ve gotten. Was it all that blood you drew from your victim that got you hot and bothered? Or was it the taste of his soul as it exited his body?”

I groan at his words.

“Have you ascended, Beatrix? Are you a god with us now?” Thatcher presses. “You look like one. You’re so fucking hot. Let me hear you cum, Little Sister. Be good for me now, alright?Cum, Beatrix.”

My pussy clenches tighter around the weapon inside me. I choke as I rock my hips faster. I’m so close… Then it happens. The orgasm that ignites and shoots through me expels all the air from my lungs. The tension coiled inside me snaps, and the hard ripples of pleasure cause me to convulse across the bench seat. I can feel my body’s release as I ride each beautiful wave.

“Look at you,” Thatcher whispers in awe, his gaze settling on the mess I’ve made on his leather seats before looking back at the road.

When the pleasure begins to subside, my eyelids grow impossibly heavy. I pull Thatcher’s knife out of me weakly, but before I can let it drop to the seat, Thatcher takes it from me. Through a hooded gaze, I watch as he lifts it to his lips and licks my arousal off it.

I smile and let my eyes close.

“You are incredible,” he murmurs after a stretch of silence. “You’re a good girl, Beatrix.”

I hum, feeling a deep contentment drape over my body. In the back of my head, I realize I should ask Thatcher about the man they dragged from the car that was following us. Why was he watching us? And for who? But the questions get eaten upby exhaustion and as I slip into unconsciousness, I find I’m not worried. Whatever that was about, my brothers took care of it.

Just as they’ve taken care of me.

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