Page 69 of Be My Sinner

“It is right to give thanks to the Lord, my God, and to the Brotherhood which keeps its order.” My response rings out strong and sure, even though I loathe everything it stands for. I refuse to be a sheep led astray like the rest of these maggots. I will not let one man who believes he is filled with absolute power control me.No one gets to fucking control me.

He moves away from me and towards the center of the apse, his entourage encircling him, like knights ready to lay down their lives to protect him. I’m finally able to take a deep breath when he is no longer before me, and I raise my eyes subtly to survey all those sitting in the pews. All of them are entranced by his appearance, and the power he is projecting, like mindless zombies, supplying him with rapt attention to his every word.Sheep.

“Brothers and sacred sisters, we welcome you to this blessed occasion in celebration of life, love, and tribute to our benevolent Lord. He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord.”

“It is right to give thanks to the Lord, my God, and to the Brotherhood which keeps its order.” The voices of men and women echo together in the large stone cathedral.

Just then, a violin begins to play with a soft melody, and all attention is diverted back to the narthex. Between the two open doors stands an exquisite vision wrapped in expensive swaths of golden embroidered fabric, and a lace and silk gold veil covering her from head to toe.

Her head is dipped towards the ground. The crown on her head is filled with diamonds and precious jewels, sparkling in the candlelight surrounding us. She holds tight to a bouquet of blood-red roses and white calla lilies, surrounded by gold-tipped feathers in her joined hands.

She’s an ethereal vision, far beyond any mortal woman in the room. Gasps ripple through those present as they behold my Snow. She stands tall, exuding confidence, a woman prepared to confront the devil himself. As she raises her head, my breath escapes my lips, and I nearly choke on my tongue.Holy fuck.

Peeking through the intricacies of her veil, I glimpse her mask—a mesmerizing piece adorned with intricate white and gold patterns, its golden flowers adorned with glittering diamonds that shimmer with hints of red, turquoise, and burnt orange. Her striking, resolute blue-gray eyes peer determinedly from behind the eye holes while her delicate, rosy lips curl slightly at the corners.

If I didn’t know any better, I would think Dinah was enjoying this. Mind you, she could just be picturing murdering everyone in this room. I wouldn’t even put it past her to try. My little wife-to-be is a vicious killer. The thought should worry me, but it doesn’t. In fact, it has the opposite effect, and causes my cock to twitch in the confined prison of my pants. I shift my black robe over my frame to avoid anyone in the front row seeing my reaction to my Snow.Wouldn’t want to terrify some Sacred Wife.

I observe as Abraham’s mother, Sarah, adjusts the back of Dinah’s gown and gracefully moves past her, after offering a deep curtsy to the Holy Father. She glides down the sides of the pews to join her husband’s side. My gaze momentarily drifts away from Dinah to settle on my mother, my anger burning within. It should have been her assisting my future wife, not Abraham’s mother.I will make her pay for her slight to my Snow; I fucking vow it.

Dinah takes a demure step forward, followed by another. The music provides a distant backdrop as everything else fades into insignificance. Only Dinah occupies the center of my attention, her gaze locking onto mine, holding me captive.She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.Draped in gold as if a benevolent being dropped her on this very earth just for me.Goddess. A temptress of sins, waiting to be collected as my prize.

What sin wouldn’t I be willing to commit at this very moment to have her?I would kill everyone in this room, including my damn parents, if that was the only way I could make her mine. Fuck, I would gladly set fire to the whole world and watch it burn, as long as Dinah Camrose became my possession.

She proceeds with a few more steps, her eyes now subtly scanning the surroundings. I instantly catch the moment her gaze lands on Sammy, standing with the other guards against the cathedral’s stone walls, forming a protective perimeter around the pews. His eyes narrow as they fixate on her, his mouth a rigid line. Tension radiates from every inch of his body, his hands clenched tightly in front of him.

Poor, deluded Sammy, entertaining the notion that he could lay claim to my Dinah. In our wretched world, there was never a chance that he could possess a prize as exquisite as Dinah Camrose. He amounts to nothing, a lowly guard, while I am a goddamn prince of the Order.

I compelled him to come with us today; in fact, I insisted upon it and dangled the threat of expulsion from her side, should he refuse to cooperate. I desired nothing more than for him to have to witness her approaching me and her obedience to my commands. To observe her as she walked toward me, her husband, her master, her destiny. I craved for him to be forced to acknowledge that she now belonged to me by the laws that bind us, and later on, when I take her cunt, she truly will belong to me in every way.

Am I a sick fuck for torturing him?Of course.Do I fucking care?Not even a little bit.

Her moment of shock is short-lived as her gaze refocuses on me, and her steps bring her closer to my side.That’s right, baby girl, come to me. You now are mine, and I’ll never let you go.She finally reaches my side, the hem of her opulent gown brushing up against my robe.

Her scent wafts over to me, the smell of amber, bergamot, and vanilla, making my every inhale a desire to take her and run. Run so that I don’t have to share her at all in this moment with anyone else.She is mine. My wife, my captive, my good girl.I never realized how much I truly desired her until this very moment.

Dinah Camrose is quickly becoming an obsession. A need that burns through my veins and sears every single breath I take. I have never felt this way about another female in my life. Females were always disposable, a hole to bury yourself into and release some tension. You use them, fuck them, and then dispose of them. Some got to live after I was done with them; others had the pleasure of taking their last breaths with my cock deep inside one of their holes.

Dinah will never be like those other women. I haven’t even had more than my fingers inside of her, and I am already hooked like an addict needing his next fix. She will be my everything, and I will ensure that I am hers. If she wants Sammy to have even a small portion of her, she must please me first.What about Abraham?

Abraham will be the other side of the coin, the yin to her yang. Both of them will belong to me in every way that truly counts. I shall never allow either of them to escape my grasp, and I’ll employ any means necessary to ensure they remain firmly entangled in my web. If Abe wants her, I won’t stop him from taking her, as long as he acknowledges that both of them are mine.

I lean forward, taking a deep inhale of her scent. A smell that penetrates down to my bones and lays claim to me, just like I mean to lay claim to her. I lean my head forward, brushing my chin against the side of her veil and closer to her ear. “Later, I’m going to fuck your pretty cunt with just that mask on. I might even cum all over it if you’re a good girl.”

She pulls back from me, and I see her glaring daggers at me. Her hold on the flowers tightens so much that her fists almost crush them. She would love to attack me right here in this church, surrounded by her enemies. Maybe she even thinks that she won’t have to marry me if she does. That the Brotherhood and the Holy Father will deem her unhinged.

“If you make a move towards me in violence. I’ll have him shot right here. You can watch him die as his blood soaks the stones below your feet, and then I’ll fuck you on the ground like an animal in his cooling blood.” A charming smile crosses my face as I hear people clearing their throats, while Dinah and I have this private moment.

“House and wealth are inherited from fathers, but a prudent wife is from the Lord. The good and benevolent God has brought forth this Sacred Daughter, and this Brotherhood son, in order to create a new blessed union. From their unity, the Brotherhood shall grow and prosper.” The Holy Father’s voice rings out and breaks the connection between Dinah and me, as she rips her glance from mine.

“It is right to give thanks to the Lord, my God, and to the Brotherhood which keeps its order.”

I reach out and take hold of her elbow, which is covered in rich embroidered fabric. I can see skin peeking through the panels with no sign of her ink. My eyebrow rises, and my eyes narrow on hers. She catches where my eyes are staring, and the little minx winks at me.

A chuckle almost leaves my lips, and I have to swallow it at the last second to avoid offending the Holy Father. I lead her forward, and before the Holy Father, who is standing at the chancel observing us through his mask.I wonder what his thoughts are on this marriage? Fuck it, it doesn’t matter what the cunt thinks, she’s mine.

Dinah drops into a low curtsey, her head bowed until it almost reaches lower than her knees. She holds the position stiffly, while I reverently bow my head and keep hold of her elbow.

“Rise, my niece and Sacred Daughter, and step forward into the role the Lord has chosen for you in his wisdom. Strength and honor are her clothing; she is confident about the future. Blessed be an obedient daughter.”

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