Page 6 of Entombed In Sin

I love and hate it. My grunt of pain morphs into a moan as I slap the wall behind me with both hands to brace myself against it. I shove my hips into Thatcher's and tremble as my release nears. His other hand continues to massage my sack. I gasp sharply.

“Beatrix no longer trusts us, Knox.” Thatcher’s voice grows colder as he speaks. “And if she can’t trust us, we can’t trust her. Do you see the problem here?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Tell me what you’re going to do to fix this,” Thatcher demands.

Shit, I need to fucking cum. His grip on me, however, is cutting off that ability. Even with the intense pleasure rolling through me, he’s stalled my release.

“Apologize,” I whimper as my hips jerk desperately.

“Good boy.”

With that, he loosens his grip just enough for me to finally find my release. When I cum, a weak cry slips past my lips. The mess splatters all over Thatcher's waist and runs off as the water cascades over him. All my weight is pressed against the shower wall as each spurt of cum drains the energy out of me. When I'm done, Thatcher lets go of me. Breathing heavily, I stare at him through hooded eyes. I’m vaguely aware he didn’t finish, but don’t give a fuck. I did and right now, that’s all that matters.

“You know, she’sfine,” I point out with a lazy smile. “It’s not like she’s in a coma or anything.”

It’s the wrong thing to say.

Thatcher's hand leaves my cock and shoots to my hair, grabbing it by the roots. He bends down so that his face is in mine and bares his teeth. The fury rolling off him is thick and mixes with the dangerous energy humming through him.

“You don’t mess with the lives of your family, Knox!” Thatcher roars, his voice deepening. “You deserve to be punished and will be soon enough. Maybe we’ll base the severity of it on how quickly you can resolve this mess.”

My stomach drops as my heart flutters with excitement. The organs are at odds with each other, but that's how it is most of the time around the twins. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Thatcher lets out a shaky breath. As he does, he seems to deflate a bit. His visible anger dispels, and he becomes cool and collected right before my eyes.

It’s like a magic trick.

Thatcher lets go of my hair and steps to the side, bringing the shower curtain with him. My hiss of annoyance as cold air washes over both of us is cut off when I find Sagan, fully clothed, leaning against the bathroom counter. His arms are crossed over his chest as he waits for us.

“What’s this?” I ask suspiciously.

Sagan’s head rolls to the side to regard me coolly. “Come here.”

I glance between him and Thatcher. Both Hunt twins watch me like wolves ready to pounce.

Well, fuck. I guess this is what I get for messing up. With a sigh, I step out of the shower. For a second, I contemplate fighting them. It might make this a bit more fun, but I doubt I’ll end up with my face in a pillow and a dick up my ass like other times I’ve chosen that course of action. They’re not inthattype of mood.

Sagan’s arms drop and he reaches behind him to grab something off the counter. When he pulls it around, my head drops back, and I groan loudly.

“What? Really? Come on?—”

“Shut up, Knox,” Thatcher snaps from behind me, commandeering my towel that’s hanging from the shower curtain rod.

With a loud huff, I close the distance between me and Sagan, then stand there and allow him to stuff my softening cock into the cage.

“This is unnecessary,” I grumble. Perking up a bit, I offer. “I’ll fix this right now. Where’s Starr Girl?”

“Asleep,” Sagan growls, straightening once the contraption is on. “You’ll leave her alone until she wakes up.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Fine, tomorrow I’ll apologize, and it’ll be right as rain, ok?”

Sagan holds my gaze as he lifts the key to my cage up to eye level. Without a word, he opens his mouth and throws it back. I gape as his throat constricts and he swallows it.

I throw my hands up. “What the fuck, Sa?—”

“I’ll let you know when you can dig it out of my shit.” With that, he heads for the door. “Until then, get comfortable wearing that thing.”

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