Page 77 of Entombed In Sin

“That’s right, Little Viper. Cum hard for me.”

My knees buckle as my body convulses, but Sagan’s arm keeps me upright. My breathless cries as the orgasm doesn’t recede right away are getting louder. Who gets off to this? Not me. This isn’t me. I can’t be doing this.

Just when I think the pleasure will stop rippling through me, another orgasm takes its place as Sagan presses his hips against the plug in my ass. I scream, tears spilling down my cheeks. I can’t stop the flood of arousal that spills out of me. Sagan groans—the sound pained and soft.

“Oh how you adore being mine,” he mutters. “You always show me just how much you enjoy my touch. The feeling is mutual, Little Viper.”

As my body goes lax, I have to lean against Sagan or risk falling to my knees into the blood that’s spilling slowly toward us. I stare at the crimson liquid at our feet. This game, or ratherpunishment, is demented. It needs to end, but how can I get it to stop?

Thatcher mentioned rules. That this whole night was because I broke one. But what was the rule? How will I know not to do it in the future if… Wait a second. I blink rapidly, dispelling the last of the desire fogging my mind. Thinking back, I replay whatThatcher said at the car before setting me loose. None of it made sense then, but adding Sagan’s comment about Pastor Michaels, remembering the twins’ expression as they’d come home from the funeral service—I gasp softly as realization hits me.

Theyknow. Thatcher and Sagan must’ve found out about how Pastor Michaels wronged me and they’ve been waiting for me to… to what? Talk about it? That has to be it. Fine. I’ll give them what they want, even if that means my newly found pride takes a beating for it. But first…

My elbow collides with Sagan’s side. I think the move takes him more by surprise than it hurts him because as he hisses and releases me, he doesn’t double over. No matter. I didn’t need him to. I just needed a second to break away. My feet fly over the smooth concrete floor as I race for the front of the hangar. As I burst out into the night, I scream out for the brother in charge of this punishment.

“Thatcher!”

I slow to a halt a few yards away from the building I emerged from, spin around, looking for my stepbrother in the dark.

“Thatcher! Please, I’m sorry! I’ll talk to you. I’ll tell you everything!”

My eyes gloss over the buildings, then around the property as I wait. I call out again, promising that I’ll be good.

Movement between two hangars causes me to freeze.

Thatcher saunters out of the darkness, hands in his pockets and a smile splayed across his face. I don’t wait for him to come to me. Instead, I hurry to him. When I’m only a few feet away, I drop to my knees—ignoring the sting as they scrape against the rough pavement—and clasp my hands together in front of me.

“Please, make this stop. I’ll tell you everything.” Just thinking about the pastor makes tears gather in my eyes. I push through the heartache blossoming up in my chest and continue. “He was supposed to be my friend, Thatcher. Pastor Michaels was alwaysthere when I needed him. Even though I don’t believe in his god, I put my faith inhim. He always seemed so good. It’s why I didn’t tell him about Trevor—I couldn’t be the one to hurt my friend with the news. But when he told me that heknewabout what Trevor did, believed his son’s lies, and wanted me to pretend that it was all some misunderstanding because he didn’t want…” My chest heaves as a heavy sob erupts and the tears spill down. “Between being mortified and disgusted with myself, I just wanted to bury the whole thing and never deal with it again. And honestly, it felt like I’d just lost the only person who cared about me. But now I realize that’s not the case. I have you, Sagan, and Knox. I’m sorry I didn’t share any of this with you. From now on, I’ll tell you everything all the time.”

There, I’ve given Thatcher everything. As much as it pained me to do it, saying the words out loud relieved some of the heavy pressure bearing down on me.

I stare up at Thatcher through my tears, imploring him to understand my hurt. He says nothing. My stepbrother simply stares down at me, that smile locked firmly in place. This was his idea, his game. It’s Thatcher that gets to call an end to it. But when he doesn’t and simply stares, my stomach drops.

Was this the wrong move? Did I get it wrong? Was this not why he’s upset, and I’m being punished? Judging by his unmoved expression, I must’ve misread the clues. Thatcher’s punishment isn’t over yet. I have more suffering to do, I guess. My shoulders sag in defeat and my chin drops to my chest.

“No, no, look up at me, Little Sister.”

I can’t stop the flinch that rushes through me as I brace myself for the blade of his knife to slice through me before lifting my gaze.

“You could’ve avoided all of this if you had just followed the rules,” Thatcher points out.

If I hadknownthe rules, I would’ve followed them. I don’t say this though. The point of these games is for me to figure them out. So, I nod.

“I realize that now. I’m sorry, Thatcher.”

“Our rules are put in place to protect us from ourselvesandfrom the world. If we don’t know what state your thoughts and emotions are in, how can we know you’ll act accordingly in a high-stakes situation where all our lives might be on the line?” Thatcher asks, gravely. “And how will we know when you need help, Little Sister, or how to give you what you need, if you don’t speak up? Your feelings, thoughts, desires… We need to know them all, Beatrix. You’ll never get in trouble by speaking up.”

Again, I nod. “I’ll be better, I promise.”

“I know you will be. You always exceed my expectations, and I love that about you,” Thatcher coos. “Now, let’s see how well you did.” He pulls out his phone. “You figured it out with fifteen minutes to spare. Clever girl.”

“Thank you for taking the time to teach me what it means to be in a real family, Big Brother.”

Thatcher leans down to plant a kiss on my forehead. “Anytime. Now, let’s go back to the car, get that plug out of you, and get you some clothes.”

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SAGAN

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