Page 58 of Be My Sinner

I righten one of the chaises and throw my body down on its plush surface. I just need to rest my eyes for a quick moment. I have been up for almost two days straight, and my body is riddled with injuries, that are siphoning away what little energy I have left. I just need a quick nap, and then I’ll figure a way out of this mess. A method that I can use to murder all these men who continue to try to make me a prisoner of my fate.

My last thought is of a giant covered in tattoos, lying deadly still on the forest floor, blood pouring from his abdomen, as his amber eyes call out to me and implore me to help him. To save him.

Abraham.

Chapter 29

The Forsaker

Zeke

Jesus,Icanstilltaste her in my mouth and feel her warm, violent body pressed up against mine, even hours later. A shudder filled with pleasure runs through my body at the thought of how tight her pussy was, and how she will feel once I have my cock balls deep inside of her. And I will be inside of her at the first available opportunity. Her body doesn’t lie, unlike that manipulative mouth of hers. She enjoyed what I did to her. She enjoyed how I took from her and how I gave her pleasure.My own little whore.

Mine.The word echoes in the deepest recess of my mind, repeatedly demanding I go back in there and claim what belongs to me. Force her to take my cock and enjoy anything, and everything, I want to do to her.

The image of her taking me savagely inside of her delectable pussy while Abe fucks her mouth enters my mind, ensuring I have to adjust my hardening length in my pants, while the guard across the room gives me a curious glance, before a blush stains his cheeks.Keep looking fucker, and maybe I will shove my dick down your throat.

Always someone watching me in this fucking house. It’s why I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of here and have my own space with Abe. Not that we aren’t watched there by the scum my father and his have planted under our roof. At least there, though, I was the master of my domain, rather than here, where my father controls all the moves on the board, or at least he thinks he does. The corner of my mouth lifts with the knowledge of all the secrets I know. The ones my father thinks he keeps safe. Except there is no safety amongst killers and thieves.

Speaking of the devil, he walks through the study door, annoyance and frustration clearly evident in every line of his face and body, after dealing with my mother and her hysterical behavior. My eyes roll at the thought of the spectacle my mother and Dinah both were. It almost makes me want to wash my hands of both of them. Privileged women are such a taxing bore, one I usually didn’t have the energy to deal with.

My mother’s overly dramatic ass fainted when Dinah started screaming profanities, and behaving like the damn antichrist, as we brought her into the house. She’s now demanding that we remove my Snow from our godly home, like she even has a say in the matter.

There is no God within these walls, and if she only knew the sins I have committed, she would shut her judgemental mouth. After all, she is no sainted Madonna. She is as much a sinner as the rest of us. She just likes to pretend she is better than those around her. A whore is still a whore, no matter what clothing you wear or title you have.

“Ezekiel, blessed be, my son, may God continue to grace you with his light. We need to speak. Son, you must see reason.”

God, gracing me? That’s a funny way to put what is happening here. Pretty sure that if God could ascertain what is in my head, and all the depraved things I want to do to Dinah Camrose, he wouldn’t be blessing me or gracing me with anything. No, he would probably smite me where I stand.

“Did you get the dispensation, or do I have to send out for one?” I don’t bother with the response to his blessing. Fuck him and his Brotherhood. The only thing I needed to see right now is the signed paper that assured me I could marry Dinah, and protect her.

“Son, I think you should reconsider the timing of this. A killer is still on the loose, and Dinah has already been through so much. She’s still in deep mourning, Ezekiel.”

I narrow my eyes on my father, the man I can usually read when he’s being a shifty motherfucker. If I didn’t know better, I would think my father was trying to dissuade me from marrying Dinah Camrose. Surprising since he was hounding me just weeks ago to do that very thing. I wonder what has changed? What information does the slimy bastard have that I don’t?

Fear ripples through my veins like poison, trying to consume me at the thought that there is yet another threat out there to Dinah. One that I don’t know about yet. I have to protect her at all costs. I have to protect Abraham, too.

What about Sammy?My mind questions snarkily. Fuck, I guess what’s one more asshole to the list? I have a feeling Dinah will refuse to continue breathing without him, and since I need her alive, that ties my hands a bit.

“It’s because there is a killer out there that I need to marry her. Have you forgotten that the killer came after me and Abraham? That he tracked Dinah down and tried to kill her as a way to hurt me? That the only reason she’s not dead, is because Sammy was able to protect her until we could arrive.” Of course, I don’t bother mentioning that she is, in fact, said killer. The only harm that could come to her is from men just like me, and him—brotherhood men, not some fictional ghost.

“Of course I haven’t!” He slams his palms down on the desk between us, his face blotchy with the anger he’s trying to control. “I haven’t forgotten that this psychopath tried to murder my only son. That he came after you, and then after the woman who is intended for you. A Sacred Daughter! That Abraham Mercier is recovering from a gunshot wound down the hall, and could have died!”

“Then why would you try to stop this from happening?” I shout back, unable to stop myself from losing my grip on my temper.

“I have my reasons, son. You need to trust me. Also, the girl is not well. You…you saw her. She’s…she might be insane, Ezekiel.”

A look of horror crosses his aged face when he mentions Dinah, and her recent unhinged behavior. Even I must admit I have doubts about whether she faked all that, or if she genuinely is insane. I’m guessing it’s a bit of both, and for some reason, it doesn’t scare me. In fact, it has the opposite effect and entices me closer. Like a fly drawn to the light, knowing it should avoid it but can’t.

“Regardless if that is the case or not, it doesn’t matter; she is to be my wife. Nothing will change that, not her temper tantrums, not this fucking Unholy Ghost trying to kill us, and certainly not you and whatever shifty shit you’re up to. I will marry Dinah Camrose tomorrow, with or without your help, and place her under the protection that the Rothesay name will provide.”

He slams his fist onto the tabletop once again, causing items to scatter off the desk and the guard to move forward to retrieve them. They are such obedient assholes, always ready to do my father’s bidding. He glares at the guard as if he had forgotten he was even in the room with us. “Get the fuck out of the room, Mitasis!”

Mitasis slides back as if his whole body has been hit with lightning, before scurrying like the rat he is from the room and closing the door firmly behind him. My father turns his malignant green glower back on me, and I’m sure I see hate in its depths.Don’t worry, fucker. The feeling is more than mutual.

“I will not allow it, Ezekiel! I am still the head of this household. I am the Founding Father, and you will respect me! The Lord our God requires it, as does the Brotherhood, which keeps its order. I will decide when, and if, you are to marry that creature.”

A depraved chuckle leaves my lips, and I can’t stop it from rolling over me into a full-fledged belly laugh that brings tears to my eyes. This asshole still doesn’t understand that he can’t control me. That I am no longer afraid of him. “You…will…not…allow it. Fuck! That…is some…funny shit.”

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