Page 9 of Marked for Sin

“Yes, Chastity. Don't stop, baby I'm about to cum,” I moaned with every nip of her teeth.

The mouth stopped and another voice corrected me. “Uum, I’m not Chastity. My name is Kimberly,” her tone laced with annoyance.

“Shut up bitch, and finish” I growled. My mind replaced Kimberly with Chastity. She was there touching me and caressing me. I had to have more of her. I grabbed Chastity’s head and forced it back into position. It wasn’t her place to tell me who I could or couldn’t fantasize about. The familiar’s mouth opened wide when I began working my hips, shoving my dick harder into the back of her throat until she began to gag. Her grip on my dick tightened as I yelled out Chastity’s name before releasing into her mouth.

She sucked down each drop of warm cum as it shot out. My hand tightened around her head when my legs went limp for a moment. She didn’t stop sucking, heightening my pleasure. I watched as my seed slowly ran down the side of her mouth before she slowly stood up from her knees and wiped her mouth off with her sleeve.

“Was that good, baby? I will be whoever you want me to be, you can call me Chastity if you like.”

I didn't answer. She wasn’t Chastity. She could never fulfill the need I had to fuck that woman. I needed to hearhercry out my name as we reached our climax together. I wanted to fuck her so hard, she would beg me to come in her, breeding her. I would even let her little tight ass ride my dick.God, I needed her.Maybe then, I could get her out of my head.

I stared right through the familiar, fantasizing about everything I wanted to do. The familiar kept talking, but I couldn’t hear her voice.

Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Chastity calling me fugly. I inwardly groaned at what I wanted to do to that mouth of hers.I’m much better looking than Ian.

Running a frustrated hand down my face, I walked the familiar back to the mansion and explained the rules of being a member of Clan Letos. I warned her during her rambling about the turn and where she was about to be taken to. I didn’t know if she was listening but that wasn’t my concern any longer.

She would be one of us and no longer scum. I also warned her about not getting too close to Gluttony because that was a mistake she would only make once. She looked around in awe as if she had never been inside before, which she had. That was when the thumping upstairs began. Valka’s moaning now grated my ears, pissing me off, because Chastity wasn't giving me any pussy.

“Hey, Ian, could you and Valka stop fucking for one evening and, I don't know, read a book?” I hollered.

“That's a negative loser, this pussy is too good for me to stop but I will make her scream louder just for you,” Ian yelled back down.

“You’re a fucking prick!”I swear I hated him more every single day.

When the moans started again, they got louder and the thumping became more intense making me scowl in disgust.

“Oh God, Ian, fuck this pussy harder. That's right, spank me with that book harder!” Valka’s voice echoed through the floor, making me groan in frustration.

I didn’t know when the former familiar left my side, but I was too busy drowning in my misery to care.

I swear, I can't have peace anywhere. I'm going to go away for a while to see Chastity. It was forbidden to be with a human and I could die if anyone found out. My own family would condemn me.

Her beauty had entrapped me. I was willing to sacrifice anything and even risk the punishment of death just to see her again.

Plus I know she has to be missing my presence by now.

ChapterSix

CHASTITY

Iran a frustrated hand through my hair as I once again tried to teach my boyfriend Gabriel how to operate a motorcycle. He wanted to join me on rides but he was going to kill himself or I was going to kill him because he was irking the very essence of my soul. I watched as he put the bike into gear and stalled and repeated the same process again.

“Baby, are you getting frustrated with me?” he asked sheepishly. “I will get it, just watch and we can ride like the wind together.”

Seriously? He can't ride, period.

“No baby, not at all. You will get this and we will ride like the wind,” I repeated through gritted teeth and a false smile.

“Well,” he sighed. “I'm going to help the children with their art projects. We can practice tomorrow, okay?”

I was at my wits end. I needed him to get off the bike before he hurt himself or hurt my pride further, whichever one came first.

“Whew! That's such a rush, I got it nearly to 5mph one time. You saw that, right?” His excitement was palpable. I didn’t want to burst his little bubble.

“Yeah, totally. I can't wait to show you more tomorrow. I look forward to it,” I lied. I wasn’t a bad girlfriend. I really wasn’t. I was being a saint right now.

“Can I kiss you goodbye?” he asked with puppy dog eyes as he got off of the bike and kicked down the kickstand.

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