Page 23 of Remorseless Sinner

“Have you?” he asked as I tried to pull the sheets over my naked body. “Give me their names so I can kill them, then.”

When I hesitated, my back pressed hard against the headboard, he said,

“I know you, Gracie. You forget you can’t bullshit me. Now move your hands. I want to put a baby in you.”

“But you can’t want me!” I protested. “I’m not pure. I’m not a virgin. Don’t you want a virginal bride?”

Saul moved toward me as I held up one trembling hand to stop him.

“I want you, Gracie. I don’t care about any other bullshit. And, besides, I know you’re lying.”

And then he was above me, encircling me with his massive arms.

His fingers tightened on my chin and with one swift move he had gripped the sheets and torn them from my body.

“Stop!” I whimpered, trying to cover myself.

But it only made the milk spray even more out of my engorged breasts, and I couldn’t resist a moan as it begin to flow in a sticky wet mess down my belly and pool in my cunt.

“Don’t you believe Dr. Meier?” I asked desperately. “I’m a whore. A loose woman.”

“Areyou a whore?” Saul asked, and his voice seemed to scrape down my spine, fill me with a confusing mix of hate and need. “Areyou a whore for me?”

“No! You can’t control me!”

“Oh? Why do you think you lactate, Gracie?”

He dragged two fingers down the trail of milk, scooping some up and filling his mouth. “When you aren’t pregnant yet?”

“I—what did you do, Saul?”

He grinned at me and said nothing.

That grin. . .that grin that had sometimes made me forget he was a fucking psychopath.

He ran a hand over my belly as I desperately tried to cover up my breasts. But I couldn’t cover everything.

“This belly is going to be filled with my babies, Gracie. Now be a sweet girl and accept it.”

“Never! Why would I want mystep-brother’s babies?”

“Because you love me.”

“I do not love you! You scare the shit out of me!”

He grinned again, that wicked, devilish smile.

“Such language,” he taunted mockingly. “I told you, I know who you are. Give in, Gracie. You’re a wicked girl. What am I to do with you?”

Saul’s hand ran over the skin of my thighs.

“How should I punish you?”

“Punish me? I’ve done nothing?”

My new husband gripped my wrist so hard I cried out.

“How about keeping your cunt from me, Gracie? How about keeping your beautiful wet channel and your delicious soft womb from me? Are those things not sins?”

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