Page 5 of Entombed In Sin

He strikes quickly and without warning. His hand whips out and his fingers wrap around my neck while he pushes his weight into me. I stumble backward until my back slams against the wall of the shower. He steps under the water and into my space until our chests just barely press up against one another. His hand sits in a safe zone, but the way he leans his chest into me? I hiss as terror and pain sizzle just beneath my skin. Thatcher knows what he’s doing. A satisfied glint in his eyes tells me as much. I flinch hard and try to press myself further against the wall as my stomach twists and revolts.

“Stop it!” I snarl.

Rather than listen, Thatcher presses his body harder against mine, and I can’t stop the scream as memories from my past flash before my eyes. Pain causes the muscles in my body to spasm.

“Hm… I wonder… if I replay the video you recorded, would Beatrix’s screams sound a lot like this?” Thatcher muses, as he pins me with a dark look that promises trouble. He takes a mini step back so our chests are no longer touching. The instant relief as the pain and memories recede leaves me lightheaded.

“What part of fuck off didn't you get?” I ask through heavy panting.

“I wasn't looking for an invitation.” He leans back to stare down at my cock. When his eyes return to my face, a glint of something eerie stares back at me. “I know you're not in here thinking of my little sister, are you?”

It takes everything in me to hold his gaze and break one of our few rules. “No.”

Thatcher's pupils narrow. “No?”

Shit, can he hear the lie? He and Sagan are so good at picking up on them. It’s been a while since I needed to lie to them. They don’t like it and, after learning the hard way that part of the communication rule that they have means not lying, I realized I don’t need to. Whatever I want to say, I can say it.Mostof the time.

Doubling down, I ask, “Can’t a guy just be jerking off for no reason?—”

“Liar,” Thatcher says with a hiss. He reaches out and grabs my cock in a firm grip. My hips unconsciously jerk forward into the touch. “I can read the guilt all over your face.”

Shit. “I wasn't?—”

“Stop.Lying.”

I don’t see his next move until it’s too late. His other hand comes up and lands in the middle of my chest.

Immediately it feels like I’m both freezing to death and burning at the stake. Phantom pain from my past barrels to the present too fast for me to brace for. I throw back my head and scream as agony rattles around inside of me. My chest is caving in as the pain blurs my vision and steals the air from my lungs. My knees knock as my throat strains from the endless scream I can’t seem to stop. Thatcher doesn’t let up.

“You want to be punished? Because trust me, I’mmorethan happy to dole one out to you,” Thatcher hisses.

Just as I think I might pass out, Thatcher relents. His hand retreats and he grins.

“Fine, fuck. I was thinking about your sister and her hot fucking pussy while she called out my name!” I gasp out.

“That’s better.” Thatcher nods his approval. His hand returns, but this time it cups my balls, massaging them just theway I like. The motion has my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I groan, and he chuckles darkly. “Do you remember when we accepted you into our family, Knox?”

How could I not? It had taken months to find them after they’d plunged their knives into me and almost six months of trying to prove to them I was worthy of their attention before they caved. It is a victory I still savor to this day, despite the bumps in the road to get here.

“Yes,” I gasp out as Thatcher’s other hand works my oversensitive cock.

“Then I’m sure you remember that there was an adjustment period.”

I nod. Learning the rules had been both fun and terrifying. The adrenaline rush their torment brought was a drug I’m still addicted to.

“But you trusted that we would follow our own rules, didn’t you?” he growls out. “Trustis an important role in our little family,isn’tit?”

Again, I nod, knowing that Thatcher and Sagan demand responses. My breathing comes in rapid gasps as Thatcher continues his hard, demanding strokes. Trying to focus on his words rather than his touch, I spit out, “I didn’t mean to keep her underground that long?—”

“And yet you did!” he snaps, his voice echoing around us.

Suddenly his grip shifts. My eyes flutter open, and I look down to find his cock pressed up against mine, his hand wrapped around both dicks. He strokes us, his grip biting and wonderful. I groan while I rest the back of my head against the shower wall.

“We need to be able to trust one another, Knox, or our family dynamics will never work. That is a lesson we taught you long ago and one we hope to instill in our little sister,” Thatchergrinds out. “I thought we could trust you to help us, but you’ve proven us wrong.”

No… I shake my head as I let out a whine. “You can! It was a one-time slip up.”

“A slip up that nearly cost one of us our lives!” Thatcher’s grip around our cocks becomes painful.

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