Page 44 of Be My Sinner

“Anything is possible, Nightstar,” I force the words through my clenched teeth, even though they taste like ash in my mouth. “Regardless, they have come for you, and I won’t let them take you. They are dead men walking.”

I turn back to the screen and watch as Abraham and Ezekiel stumble behind two large trees, trying to hide themselves from the main driveway area. It won’t help them. I have every square foot of the grounds visible from my cameras, and traps laid everywhere that I can activate at the press of a button. They have entered the lion’s den now, and I have no intention of letting them walk back out of it.

“We need to get you out of here, Dinah, and to the safe house.” I press a few buttons and watch the two maniacs run out of their hiding spots, as I unleash a hail of bullets from above. They end up separating from each other and trying to hide. A smug grin crosses my lips at their actions. They are almost making it too easy for me. The thrill of the chase floods my body with more adrenaline, and makes me eager to go out there and slice their throats.

“No! I’m not leaving you here. I’m not running, Sammy. We are stronger than they know. I’m not running scared. I’m prepared to fight. To fight them for us.”

I stare at her fierce expression. It’s the same one she wears when she is out killing members of the Brotherhood. The one that makes a cold chill race down my body. She is ready to unleash the monster she keeps under lock and key. The one with no mercy, who lives off the pain and bloodshed of others. The beast I crave to fuck covered in our enemy’s blood.

“Then it’s time to hunt, Dinah.” I move back from the desk and check my weapons, ensuring my blades are firmly strapped to my body, and I have extra clips for my two guns. I see her moment of hesitation, and it causes my fists to tighten. I reach out and wrap my hand firmly across her throat, dragging her to me.

When her chest meets mine, she’s forced to look at me while I squeeze her neck in warning, making her breath hitch in her throat. The sound makes my cock twitch in my pants, demanding I release him from his confinement. “You are mine. They will try to take you from me, even try to kill you if they can. I’ll never allow that to happen. The only person who gets to hurt you, my little psychotic Nightstar, is me. Do you understand me?”

I wait for her to process my words and the threats behind them. My grip tightens until her beautiful face starts to go a lovely shade of pink. How I wish I had time to throw her over my desk and bury my hard length into her. I would love nothing more than to pound into her swollen, tight pussy. Watch her perky tits bounce as I slam into her repeatedly like an animal, until she creams my cock before I fill her with my thick cum. I would leave every inch of her pale skin marked by my teeth and fingers, as a warning to others that she is mine. I am her master, the owner of her heart and soul; every part of her belongs to me.

She must get an inkling of my dark and depraved thoughts. Her eyes get more prominent, dilating as her cheeks flush, and her pouty lips part as her tongue peeks out to swipe across them.Temptation,that is what she is, standing before me.

“Sa…mmy…” she gasps.

I run my hand over the arsenal strapped to her front, my hand grabbing the full globe of her breast and squeezing. “This is mine.” I release her breast and move my hand down her stomach to her pant-clad pussy, stroking her over the material before forcing her to widen her legs and grabbing her crotch without mercy. “This pussy is mine. You aremydirty little slut, not theirs. Don’t you fucking forget it, Dinah.”

I release my hold on her neck and her pussy, and she stumbles backward a few steps, having to reach out to the wall to brace herself. “Let’s go; we have princes of the Brotherhood to send to meet their Lord and Saviour.”

I don’t stop to see if she follows me out the door. Doubt is already niggling at the back of my mind on whether she will be able to kill them. She’s ruthless with others, but those two pull on the heartstrings of the girl she used to be. The one I wish she would leave dead in the past. That girl has no place in the future I have planned for us.

One thing is for sure. I won’t be fucking hesitating. If the opportunity to take them out presents itself, I’m going to murder both of them and send them off to hell.Nightstar is mine.

Chapter 21

The Sinner

Dinah

IwatchasSammystorms from the room after his caveman display of ownership of my body. Do I doubt for one second that he meant every word he uttered?No. Sammy is always direct. He never beats around the bush or gives me words of grandeur.

A shiver runs down my spine at the wrath that’s wrapped around him like a deceitful and manipulative lover. He intends to kill both of those idiots. He won’t stop until their souls have been delivered to hell, and their last entitled and traitorous breaths leave their bodies.

Will I stop him?I have no answer to that question. Confusion wars within me, causing further anxiety to rise. Anxiety that I loathe. That makes me believe that I am once again that weak young girl under the malignant thumb of powerful men. The one who I thought I buried deep under all the blood I have shed.There can be strength in weakness; my mind pleads with me.

Why are they here?Is it to kill me or for another reason? They have to have figured it all out by now. They must know that I’m the killer that they seek. Why come alone? Why not bring their army? My body trembles from all the emotions forcing their way past my defenses. Defenses that I’ve spent years building, so no one could ever hurt me again. No one is getting the chance now, either.Fuck them. Fuck Ezekiel Rothesay and Abraham Mercier and their toxic Brotherhood.

Do they really think that just the two of them would be enough to subdue me?Pfft, of course they do. They believe that they are invincible.Let’s see how invincible they are when I gut them like expensive fish, and watch them bleed out without mercy.

I stare at the various screens on the wall before me, the ones showing me what is happening outside of my Brotherhood-mandated prison in real-time. I can see Abe hiding in a thick crop of bushes about a hundred meters from the main gate. He’s disheveled and bleeding from a cut on his forehead that he must have sustained in the blast. The blood runs down the bridge of his nose, over his high stubbled cheekbone, and to the corner of his mouth before dripping off his chiseled chin.

For a moment, I long to run my tongue along the length of his face, licking up that warm, red blood and tasting his pain, like the deranged psychopath that I am. Its vibrant color calls to my monster, tempting her to run free. Promising that he will taste delicious and that there’s yet more blood to spill.

His menacing and deadly look takes my breath away, and makes my core clench painfully. I want him, even though I know I shouldn’t. Even though he’s dangerous.Who am I kidding? Especially because he’s dangerous.

He was always handsome as a boy; now, as a man with his rugged features defined, he’s stunning to behold. There has always been something that captivated me about Abraham. While Zeke was the primary focus of my childhood infatuation, Abe was a close second. He called to a different facet of my being, resonating with the darkness lurking just under the surface.

Now, that darkness has surged to the forefront, adamant in its refusal to be denied or concealed anymore. The facet of him that once beckoned to me during our youth is now a tempting siren call, insistent and impossible to ignore.

I want to drag his heavy body to the ground, pull out his giant cock, and sheath myself on its length, all while my hands tighten around his thick throat and deprive him of air, while I ride him into the fucking dirt. Like an animal. Like the fucking monsters that we both are. These thoughts bring guilt with them. The desire for a man other than my Sammy, the one who is, even now, heading out there to defend me against monsters who would seek to cage me.

Abe’s face is flushed a beautiful crimson, his wide-set, sharp, tawny eyes large and cautiously surveying the world around him. His mouth is rocking a deep scowl like somehow the fucker is offended that we have attacked him, when he came here to hurt us. He looks like the unrepentant killer that I know he is.We have so much in common, he and I. Really, all of us.

None of us seem to shy away from violence and bloodshed.Killers. That is what we all are. That is what this world has made us. The reason they kill isn’t the same as mine or even Sammy’s, but the underlying desire for destruction and death is indistinguishable. There is something damaged in each of us. Something that craves the pain of others. That takes depraved satisfaction in taking a life.

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