Page 57 of Be My Sinner

“I’ll kill you both, I swear it. If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll kill you, Ezekiel!” I try to head butt him, but his hand moves down from my jaw and seizes tightly around my throat, impeding my airway immediately, and causing my face to radiate heat while my vision dips into murky darkness.

“What a way to go, though, Snow. I think both of us would enjoy it, especially if you stopped breathing at the same time, my pretty whore.” He traces the side of my face from my jaw to my eye with his warm, wet tongue, and then, he withdraws, his gaze fixed intently on my response. “Open your vicious mouth, Dinah!”

I’m momentarily confused with the request, so much so that I open my mouth to get air into my lungs and let further hateful profanity fly, when the bastard spits in my mouth. Shock races through my system, causing all my limbs to freeze as I stare up at him in surprise. His other hand slides down my abdomen, heading towards the line of the boy shorts I wear, and without the slightest hesitation, he once again spits in my mouth. What. The. Fuck.

“Swallow, my dirty little slut.” His grip on my neck lessens just enough for me to comply with his request. The desire to spit it back in his face rises within me, and I go to do just that at the exact moment his thick, hot fingers make contact with my clit over my underwear. A gasp wrenches from my lips, forcing his spit down into my throat and causing me to start choking on it.

“Jesus, the sound of you choking is the most beautiful music I have ever heard, Dinah. I can’t wait until you make that sound with my cock pouring hot cum down your throat.”

His fingers slide over my dampening skin in slow, forceful strokes over my throbbing clit. Round and round, they circle, and before I can circumvent my body, it heats up and my core spasms, letting wetness sweep from within me and dampen the fabric further,between my needy cunt and his fingers. I try to lift my legs to kick at him, but the fucker uses his own to stop my movements.

“Look at how your cunt weeps for me, Dinah. Does it need a little more? Do you crave my fingers inside of you, baby? Does my little psychopath want me to fill her up? Do you want to be used by me, Snow?”

Holy fuck! His dirty words being uttered in his deep voice, while his glimmering green eyes keep mine locked on his, are causing me to become even more aroused. Moisture escapes me, drenching my panties and causing a guttural groan to leave his lips. His fingers suddenly stop and withdraw from my throbbing clit, and a traitorous whimper escapes from my lips.

He slips his large, tattooed hand below the band of my panties until his hot fingers stroke my swollen and soaked pussy lips with no barrier between them. “Baby, you are so wet for me already, and I have barely touched you. Fuck. I like that you’re bare with just this little strip leading me to my treasure. It will make eating this juicy cunt so much more pleasurable. You want me to lick and suck you, don’t you, Snow? To swallow you down like the big, bad wolf sitting down to a feast. A feast that is all you.”

With his last word spoken, two of his fingers plunge inside of my tight core, and my body lifts off the ground with the thick invasion. He doesn’t wait for me to adjust to the intrusion. Instead, his fingers start a punishing rhythm inside of me that has a bite of pain to it, and causes my eyes to want to roll into the back of my head.

“That’s it, baby, ride my fingers like the slut I know you are.”

I don’t even realize that my body has started to move beneath him until his words meet the air around us and penetrate my lust-induced fog. My pussy undulates on his thick digits, chasing the harsh pounding he generously provides. The orgasm my body is helpless to fight rises within me in a blaze of heat and light, tightening my every muscle. More lust-induced whimpers escape from my lips before I can swallow them.

His grip on my neck tightens painfully, starving me of oxygen, and only the barest shadow of light now enters my eyes. I can feel myself rising amongst the threads of rainbowed electricity beginning to consume me. Warning bells try to give rise to the fact that I’m just about to pass out as I finally spiral to the pinnacle of the mountain that he was throwing me off of, and for a moment, I welcome and crave the insanity of it.

His fingers loosen at the last moment, and his mouth crashes down on mine. His tongue invades my screaming mouth and consumes me like a hungry animal. My body doesn’t question the effect he’s demanding from it. It explodes as I cum with an unhinged scream into his mouth, one he swallows with an animalistic growl that makes all the hair on my body stand on end.

His fingers continue to work me through the orgasm, slowing as I return to myself and can barely move an inch. I can feel his hard erection pressed into my side and straining against the confines of the pants he wears, the heat radiating off his body mixed with his scent, causing my body to spasm again without restraint.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful, Snow.” He gently pecks me on my lips before his hand rips at the hidden blade in my lower back and the other inside my bra’s band. “Deadly too, my sweet, unhinged psycho.”

He pushes himself up and away from my body, relieving me of my last remaining weapons, then creates a significant distance between us. I observe him from my position on the ground, my head still spinning. My legs still open wide, my bra in complete disarray, and my chest trying desperately to drag much-needed oxygen into my lungs.

I watch, captivated, as he brings the fingers that have just been inside of my core to his lips and licks, like some large feline, before sucking them into his mouth and groaning. The sight before me is so depraved and sinful that it causes my needy core to tighten again.

“God, you taste like fucking heaven, Snow.”

He steps away from me, tucking my remaining arsenal into his pants and dragging his hands through his thick, obsidian hair. His eyes glitter with unsuppressed heat as he trails them across my body. The stare is so intense that I can almost feel his blazing touch, even from the distance that separates us.

I manage, awkwardly and stiffly, to sit up and clutch the torn fabric of my dress in my hands. Immediate guilt and self-disgust rush through me for succumbing, and enjoying the feel of his fingers inside me, while even now, sitting here captive, I crave his mouth back on mine. Embarrassment hits me like a tidal wave for coming like the slut he named me and wanting more. He’s my fucking enemy. What the hell am I doing?

He turns his back towards me, as if he really doesn’t fear me in the least, as he moves towards the door. “Cover yourself with one of the blankets and make sure the tattoos aren’t visible. I’ll have someone bring you fresh clothes.” A deep, frustrated sigh exhales from his lips. “And Snow, there’s no point in fighting this. This marriage will happen; it’s the only way to ensure your safety.”

He glances over his shoulder at me, his expression severe and deadly. “Don’t make me hurt or kill Sammy to garner your compliance. I will if I have to, but I’d prefer not to hurt the man who has kept you safe all these years.” Without another word, he leaves the room, slamming the heavy, ornate wooden door behind him and the sound of the lock engaging from the outside resonates loudly, along with my ragged breaths.

I shake my head to bring me back from that moment, the one I keep reliving hours later. I can still taste him on my lips. Can still feel the possession of his fingers inside of my pussy. His demand to own and control me in the air all around me. Fuck, how am I going to get out of this mess? How are Sammy and I going to get free from here?

Sammy.Fuck, once again, the feeling of betrayal fills me, causing self-loathing to once again rise and saturate every part of me. He’s not going to react well when he finds out what Zeke did to me, and how my body succumbed to the pleasure he created. I have betrayed him. My body yielded to the pleasure another man gave me, even if it was under duress. I still came like a whore.

Even now, hours later, I can still feel the slickness inside of me, and my panties are once again wet from just the memory of how he punished me. How he took what he wanted from me without the slightest hesitation or regard for my feelings.

I was relieved when the door finally opened, and a guard wearing the blue uniform of the Brotherhood threw another hideous black dress at me, a few hours ago. I had been sitting here with nothing but a sheet wrapped around me until then.

I feared that at any moment, Noah might walk in and lay eyes on the intricate artwork that adorned my body. Such a discovery alone would give the Order ample evidence for my impending punishment, and death sentence. It would also seal Sammy’s fate, ensuring he’d never witness another sunrise.

Would Zeke really punish Sammy? Would he use him against me as a bargaining chip to get what he wanted? Why the fuck does he want to marry me anyways? I tried to kill the psycho less than twenty-four hours ago. I wanted to kill them both, and I’ll never stop trying.He has to know that. Right?

All these never-ending questions plague me and give me a headache. All I want is to lie down and sleep like the dead, forgetting about this world that keeps me trapped in a gilded cage.Would I ever be free? Would I ever see Sammy again?

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