Page 48 of Remorseless Sinner

“That one’s not going to hurt enough.”

I sobbed in fury, the tears running down my cheeks.

Then finally I stood miserably in front of him.

“Are you ever going to let me go?” I asked, gripping the branch so hard it dug into my skin.

“Never.The second I met you, you were the only one for me.”

“Now get across my knee.”

It was the ultimate humiliation to be forced to lie across his massive thighs.

“Pants down, Gracie.”

With trembling hands, I complied, feeling the wind whistle across my bare ass.

“Panties down, too.”

The branch felt thin and springy, making a swishing sound as he tested it experimentally.

“Remember, Mama, all you need to do is admit it. Admit you love me.”

My stomach flip-flopped over itself as I hung off his legs.

There was no good reason why good sweet Gracie O’Brien would have been fascinated by her no-good unhinged psychotic stepbrother.

Therefore it wasnottrue.

I didnotlove him.

I squealed in shock and pain as the branch came down hard on my ass, my husband dragging his hands down my curves as he scraped the raw spot.

His hand was big and the callouses on his palms were rough.

What had he been doing to get the money to buy me as his wife? I wondered.

He smacked my ass again, and I bit my lip not to cry out, breathing shallowly.

But he didn’t give me any recovery time, his hand coming back in double-time to whip me twice, two sharp, angry blows on my cheeks.

My face burned in humiliation as I was forced to endure his punishment.

“This is enjoyable for me,” Saul said. “You are looking so pretty like this, Gracie. Maybe you can have a little disobedience now and again. As a treat.”

“I thought you loved me,” I said resentfully, my face smashed into his thigh.

“I do,” he said. “But you are not permitted to run away from me. Or take your ring off.”

I felt his fingers at the raw inflamed skin of my thighs as he probed between my thighs, felt the shameful wickedness there.

“I know you,” he said again, his voice low and hypnotic. “Why do you deny it? Let me give you pleasure.”

And I wasn’t ready to say anything, so I said the only other thing I could.

“I’m pregnant.”

Abruptly, he pulled me upright and settled me on his lap, crooning wicked words at me.

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