Page 33 of Remorseless Sinner

Then my husband stomped on the flames with his big black boots and walked out of the cell.

Frozen in fear, I finally lurched around to flee.

And Saul reached out with that massive wingspan and grabbed me by my T-shirt and dragged me back against his chest.

I shrieked, but it was no use.

He marched me over to the Sheriff’s desk, and then shoved me face first over it.

Both my hands were pinned behind my back in his one massive fist, and I struggled against him, hoping the Sheriff would be back soon.

“Stop squirming,” Saul growled. “Try to relax. This is going to hurt.”

“You’re a monster!” I squealed as he knocked my knees apart.

It was insane how easily he could control me with only one arm, how he wasn’t even breathing hard and I was.

I was face-first into the wood, desperately hoping for rescue but with the quavering fear that it wouldn’t be happening.

“Sheriff McGinty?” I cried out desperately as my husband ripped my leggings down.

“William!” I screamed, and Saul paused, his hand tightening on my wrists.

“Why the fuck did you say the nameWilliam?” Saul snarled.

For a moment there was sudden, deadly silence.

“I—he’s my boyfriend,” I said desperately. “And when he finds out what you did, he is—going to be angry.”

“Oh, really?” Saul said and I felt a sudden fear of his jealousy. “But you don’t have a boyfriend. You have a husband.”

Then he put one big booted foot on the right side of me, and the other on the left side of me. With his free hand he tipped my hips up so my ass was high in the air.

I writhed with shame and fury to feel his breath on the skin of my ass, to feel himlookingat me.

“I’m not a virgin,” I said again, my cheeks burning. “You would be getting my sin and whorishness all over you. You don’t want that.”

He laughed, hard and brutal as he ripped down my leggings and panties.

“I’mcountingon getting this juicy sin squirted all over me. Besides, I can see the virginity stretched across this pretty little pussy. It’s a waste of time to lie to me.”

“Let me go!” I cried, drumming my legs on the desk.

“Now I could tie you up with my belt, Gracie,” he said, as if my grunting efforts to escape were barely noticeable, “but I want to do this myself, I want you to feel my power so you know you belong to me alone.”

He put a hand on my T-shirt and yanked me all the way around, fisting the fabric until I was spread eagled in front of him.

I tried to shove him off, but in this position, I was working on my back with a big hand fisting my shirt so tight I was gasping.

He slapped at my thighs again.

“I said open. I don’t want my seed spilling on your legs. I want it in your pussy so I can get you pregnant.”

I couldn’t even look at the cock settled on my belly, then pressed against my skin, and I set my mouth together and resolutely looked away.

“You said you were going to wait a week!” I begged.

“Is that what you want?” I heard him ask.

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