Page 65 of Entombed In Sin

Her eyes jump nervously to my face, but she complies, her hands coming up to rest on my shoulders. A full-body tremorrushes down me, but it’s followed by a jolt to my heart that sends heat coursing through me.

“Oh fuck,” I rasp out, stepping forward until her back hits the cool glass. I use it to help me hold her weight while I reach down, unzip my fly, and let my cock spring out. “You have no idea how it feels to be touched like this by you. It’s like… Like I’ve been jolted back to life and I’ve been given a second chance at it.”

It’s clear by the way Beatrix’s expression crumples as she ducks her head that she doesn’t believe me.

“I’m fucking serious,” I snap. “In this family, we don’t lie to each other.”

I can’t tell her that lying or secret keeping goes against our communication rule—that’s something she’ll have to find out on her own. But I have to make sure she believes me now. After this, there’s no going back to the way things were between us.

“So, when I tell you that you’re special, that you’ve unlocked something inside me that makes me want… want to be better, at least for you, I mean it. Understand?”

Slowly, Beatrix nods. “Yeah, I get it…” She swallows hard as a blush erupts beneath her cheeks again. “I guess you know how I feel about you, then. You heard it all?”

I shiver in delight. Rather than respond, I brace a hand to the glass beside her head, then shove my cock up her tight, hot pussy without warning. The wet sound of me sinking into her body is masked by her cry of surprise and delight. I echo it as the warmth of her core sinks deep beneath my skin.

“Yeah, I heard you,” I tell her through clenched teeth as her body grips me. I drag my cock back out of her slowly, then slam into her. “I heard every word that came out of your mouth. And you know what?” I step forward, pressing my hips hard into hers so her lower back is pinned to the glass. “I heard you like my face and my body. I also know you have a fondness for the jewelry I wear.”

I grind my hips into Beatrix, allowing the balls that decorate the head of my dick to massage her from the inside. She cries out in pleasure. Without seemingly being aware of it, her hands slide down to rest on my chest. A fountain of euphoria bubbles up inside of me, leaving me feeling lightheaded and weak.

“Yeah,” I growl, pleased as I watch her throw her head back. “That’s the same sound I heard when you realized how special my cock is. I like that noise a lot. Maybe I can get you to make it again and again and I’ll make it my ringtone.”

Beatrix laughs breathlessly. “You’re crazy.”

“Yup and proud of it,” I assure her. In the back of my head, I marvel that I can even speak. I should be screaming or writhing around in pain. Her hands haven’t left my chest and I’mtalking, fucking, and… and…

Falling deeply in love with her.

The thought should frighten me. I’d sworn to myself long ago that I wouldn’t love anyone ever again. Clearly I failed, since the Hunt twins have my undying devotion and heart. Butagain? God, and their rule about… I cut off the thought. It’s too late to worry about that now. My punishment will come, in time. Until then, I’m going to just marvel at this new revelation.

Beatrix tilts her neck as she relishes the jewelry rocking her world. I take the opportunity to lean forward and kiss along the exposed skin. I’m rewarded by a breathy sigh of contentment. My lips split into a smile between kisses and I grind deeper into her body. The smell of sex overpowers the rich soil that permeates the conservatory. With a deep inhale, I let it fill my lungs and hold it there, savoring this moment between us.

Beatrix starts to pant. Her hands slide up my chest, over my shoulders, then they creep down my back to pull me closer. I let out a sound that’s something between a growl and groan. The sound escapes from my lips again as her nails sink into my back.

Yes, fuckyes. Her touch is just as fantastic now as it was while under the influence. I stop grinding to really begin thrusting into Beatrix. Her body jiggles and shakes as I forgo any finesse to become the monster I hide behind my pretty smile.

“Knox,” Beatrix pants my name, adding a sweet whine of desperation to it.

“I got you, Shining Starr,” I promise breathlessly. “From here on out, I’ll be your good doll. Your favorite plaything. I’ll make you smile, laugh, drown you in the blood of our victims, and make you cum hard enough to see real stars.”

She groans and her nails dig deeper into my back.

Her pussy grows impossibly wet. Her thick thighs fill my hands, the soft flesh of her lower belly presses into my stomach. It’s such a nice change. Thatcher and Sagan are all hard muscles with no give anywhere. But Beatrix? She’s like fucking a pillow, and I’m a dog who can’t help but hump it.

Our mouths find one another, and I kiss Beatrix deeply. Just then her body clenches down, almost painfully, around my cock, and she falls apart once more. As she cums, Beatrix’s body releases a torrent of fluid. I groan loudly, loving the evidence of how she and her body enjoy me inside her. I thrust a few more times up into her pulsating pussy before I find my release. The eruption of pleasure that follows it is mind blowing. I throw my head back with a cry. Beatrix’s hands continue to claw at my back and the touch only adds to the intensity of my release. I love it. I love all of this.

When I finally stop cumming, I lean forward into Beatrix, my body pinning her in place against the glass wall. In the back of my head, I realize we barely removed any articles of clothes. I don’t like that. I want the skin-to-skin contact.

I dip my head to kiss just beneath her ear. Beatrix shivers and I smile, not taking my lips away from her flesh.

“Upstairs for round two?”

“I think this is well past round two for me today,” she replies, her body trembling from her soft giggle.

I laugh, pulling away just enough to look down at her. Beatrix’s eyes sparkle and I can see that she’s forgiven me. Well, not completely. There’s a small flicker of reservation in the very depths of them. That’s ok, though. I can work with this. It took time to win over Thatcher and Sagan. With hearts as cold and hard as steel, it had been a challenge, but worth it. Beatrix is their exact opposite. And judging by that beautiful twinkle in her eyes, she won’t be so hard to win over. I know, though, fighting for her affection will be just as worth it.

Flashing her a cocky smile, I say, “Let’s see if I can catch up, then.”

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